Curse Borne

Granted, there were days when she couldn't take it anymore but as of late, holding on to her sanity was manageable. But barely. Just barely.

Extra baggage was uncalled for.

While guilt is eating away at the soul- it's rot crossing the bones and of that made flesh- there is another foreign word called repentance. And bad habits stay.

One would wonder why there is so much fuss in a tiny hidden part of the world amassed and powerful enough to claw at shadows; hold and twist and play them by the threads of darker intents and whispered jargons.

The ancient art was supposed to flow inside her blood. Revered, as it should be, as it had been for generations unbeknownst to her puny years. Not burst about at random yet hauntingly premeditated places in the presence of scurrilous imposters; people of the worst kind they are.

And absolutely not rage around chasing down a psychopath.

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I'm fairly sure the story contains illicit, detailed, abusive and extreme contents including multiple swearings and scenes not suitable for everyone. Nor is for the soft of hearts.

I did warn you.

©2018 by Oistin