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A Villains Ever After

A Villains Ever After

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WpMetadataNoticePublikasi terakhir Sab, Okt 8, 2022
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GORE WARNING, SCENES OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND MORE. He..was the one in the spire with control over the land of nightmares. She..hated the lands of paradise so she ended it all..which lead her to him. Together they unfold..the most painful and ecstatic love story that will forever be known in both lands..and for obvious reasons she might just be the angel that he corrupts, or maybe he won't..but either way, she is to become his and no one will dare touch his precious Scarlet. And no one dared mess with Alastaire.
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(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

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