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Save me [A septiplier story] canceled
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Ongoing, First published Jan 01, 2022
Mature
This is a sequel to "Forbidden Love". 

Just a warning, this book will have a LOT of different graphic parts. Infact, it will probably be Majority of this story. 

This story will include:

Lots of Violence

Heavy discriptions of gore

Alcohol/drug use

Abuse (ah yes, the classic wattpad story. Lots of delicious abuse)

And much more

-

Just a reminder, this will be my second book, so it will definitely be poorly written.

______

I looked around with fear in my eyes. I was in a dark room with a single window, but instead of glass, there was metal bars. I sat up, and looked at the opposite side of the room, and saw more bars, but much longer ones. Inbetween the sets of bars was a metal door, with a small window towards the top, but not quite there, with a little bit of metal, for it to slide open. (Forget you read this, its not part of the story)

'Where am I?!' I thought.

Then I heard footsteps approaching the door.

______

Its been 3 weeks. He's been gone for weeks, and theres been no sign of him. The police are gonna close the search in less than a month. They said theres little to no hope in finding him. This is all my fault. I don't know what came over me. My mistakes caused him to run away, and get kidnapped, hurt, or... god I can't do this. I will find you Seán. I wont stop until I do.

I will find you.

______

(I didn't indend for that last part to sound creepy🥲)

______ 

Pain.

Its all Seán can feel anymore.

Everyday.

He tried pleading.

He tried begging.

But no matter what...

His prayers were never answered.

Its only been 3 weeks.

He thinks this is bad...

But little does he know whats coming his way...
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A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.