8 parts Ongoing Mature"Hey! I don't want to go back! I tap out. Turn my soul into particles. I refuse!"
I was unwilling. I had goals before all of this. I was once naive until everything changed.
Nonsense!
"Host, there's no need for drama. Accept your fate." I reached for anything-air, darkness, anything!
The struggle felt so real. The terror and horror of returning to that place overwhelmed me. I loved them, yes, but not enough to endure that suffering again. I am a flower.
A fragile flower. What they did to me was-
"I don't want to go! I refuse to comply."
"Host, do you want her to have them?" The system's cold voice whispered.
Startled, I released my grip on the darkness, allowing my soul to be drawn away.
"Your decision was wise, but as punishment, two more males will be added. Their last lives served well; it's a pity they'll be taken by another." The voice continued, but the host was unaware. She would discover the truth upon her arrival. To add intrigue, the latter parts were erased, allowing her to accept them without fear.
The system smirked knowingly.
This is my second life.
I am still utterly confused about how I ended up in this situation. A choker made from my own tears. The man I thought was my big foster brother turned out to be-non-human.
And me?
I am human; I think I am. I sit in his lap, curled into a ball of loss.
I feel so lost; I just don't understand.
I claimed them, and then the world ended. It's enough that it ended. But why did they become powerful shifters while I mutated into a dud? I'm so confused that I want to cry, but I can't; I don't want their 'care.'
