𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇

SIDE STORY SIX

( warnings: blood, religious imagery, violence, yandere behavior, sin, purity, discrimination, drugs and alcohol, addiction, unhealthy coping mechanisms, sexual assault, mentioned self harm, graphic scenes, extreme self hate. )

In general, warnings will be included at the start of every chapter if necessary. Please tell me if I leave anything out. The content inside might be sensitive to some so viewer discretion is advised.

Regarding the religious aspect, it is heavily based on Christianity, but it's written to be more of a cult than an actual religion. Only certain aspects are similar to Christianity, but the majority of it is made up and written to be slightly more diabolical.

Again, I emphasise that this book is extremely dark, darker than twisted faith. Please read the chapter warnings beforehand.

Chapter Warnings; Blood, Mentions of Self Harm

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"You!"

Y/n continued to walk aimlessly. Strangely enough he was still alive. Still standing, even after that horrifying ordeal. Could it be called rape, if he enjoyed it? Then—what was it? Love? Sex?

"Hey, you!"

Y/n stumbled into an alley, plunging himself into total darkness. He couldn't hear the voice behind him. He couldn't hear anything, really. All that remained was a static like buzzing in his ears, following him like an annoying fly. Anton, Anton, Anton, Anton, was what the voice repeated to his ear. You love him. Stop denying him. Stop. Stop.

Even now he searched for the darkness he had experienced back home. Back in the attic—

'Home'?

Did Y/n really just think that?

"I want that drug," Y/n repeated softly to himself, his voice raspy. The sound seemed to rattle against his ribcage. "I want...I want to sleep."

His body ached after that night. Like a solemn reminder; a grave reminder. Oh, dear Y/n...you were still so young when you were robbed—stolen of your purity. You were still a lamb; a sinner, but nevertheless, still a lamb. You had a chance to repent, Y/n, but you never took it.

"Hey! Why are you walking away! Can't you hear me?"

"Fix it, please..." Y/n murmured to himself as he collapsed against the wall. It was still daylight, but in the attic—no, the alley, so he was alone. Thoughts were jumbled. Words were messy. Y/n was acutely aware that he wasn't talking to anyone—but still broken words flowed from his mouth. "Fix this."

Fix what? His mind asked him, fix what?

"Me."

"Hey, are you crazy or something? Can you not hear me?"

Y/n glanced up listlessly. A stranger was towering over him, his face contorted. "You're Y/n, aren't you?"

"I'm...who?"

"Wow," the stranger scoffed. "You really are fucking crazy. The rumours were right. You went insane."

"I don't know who you are," Y/n said tiredly, curling into a small ball. "Can you stop? I'm trying to sleep."

"And they said you were brilliant," he leaned down, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk. "You thought you were so special, huh? You thought you could lord over all of us....you—hey, look at me when I'm talking to you!"