World Burn
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  • Reads 19
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 3
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2024
The malicious serial killer known as The Painter has taken a specific interest in five useless humans.

Who will survive? Well, who knows. Maybe the Painter is useless. Maybe he's a force of nature. Maybe he's a woman full of rage.

WARNING! 

Blood. G0r3. Sexual assault. Smut. Transphobia.

Inspired by "The Painter," a series by UrbanSpook on YouTube. I just wanted to expand the concept a little, this is not an urbanspook fic.
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