Trapped by madness (A fell!poth story)

Trapped by madness (A fell!poth story)

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Goth often found himself in crazy and strange situations; being a doctor at a mental hospital that doubled as a prison for those who truly were insane. Many of the patients were psychotic and deranged, others much more quiet but still intimidating. He felt as if the inside of the prison gates was a second world compared to the one outside... as if he too were slowly going crazy. Even with all the experience Goth had with numerous criminals and patients alike, he thought he could block out all of their words and attempted charms... but a new patient would soon prove him wrong. !!!DISCLAIMER!!! A/N) I DO NOT own any of these characters, nor did I create them. they belong to their respectful owners, so please do not come at me about that. There will be rough depictions of self-harm, drug use/abuse, sex, murder and likely many other triggering topics. so DO NOT READ if you are triggered by these things easily. there's also a fair amount of cussing as well, so this isn't for the kiddo's either, its labelled MATURE for a reason. with all that cleared up, I'll upload when I feel like it and enjoy the story. lmao, this idea came from a smut book I was writing random shit in.
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