The Bloody Game (ON GOING)
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Ang kwentong punong puno ng sakim, lagim at misteryo, malalaman niyo na... Bakit nga ba may pumapatay sa swkelahang iyon? Who the hell would do such thing? That's crazy! Little by little it is known as misterious as hell. It is full of pain. It is full of blood. It is full of people who were killed. (Rea Corpuz) is just a simple millenial girl who attend her classes regurally. Pretty simple girl that describe her the most. Normally She's kind & quiet. But not all normal people has end they're life there. Not until plenty of boys & girls planned to fvckin' raped her. They use her body... They took her dignity as a girl! They did not damn feel guilty for doing that! Pity? NO. They didn't feel that. They just laugh they're ass off. She cried. Her heart heart is so full of anger. Raw anger. So, she killed herself. Literally. Suicide is her choice. And---- she came back. Without a heart dignity and pity. She came back for a Revenge. She did. She taugh herself. "Wait till i'll take your brain, heart & dignity too. And will death is only be your choice."
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