Stigmalion

Stigmalion

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My name is Dolores McBride, and I was born with an extremely rare allergy. Touching other people burns me badly. I can't kiss a guy, hug my parents, or leave the house without putting on gloves. I am untouchable. I basically live in a cursed castle, which holds me prisoner, and punishes me with burns and scars every time I try to escape. I even thought up a name for my prison: Stigmalion. The idea that I'll spend my whole life a prisoner of this diagnosis, and that I'll die a prisoner of it, no longer makes me depressed. I don't bother dreaming that they'll invent a cure for my disease, and I don't count on meeting someone who won't scorch me with his touch. What use is that tenacious feeling, hope? But what if, one day, I do decide to escape Stigmalion? What if, one day, I learn the meaning of a touch, an embrace, a kiss? Can I experience that insanity? That freedom? Even... love?
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TW: SELF-HARM This is a BXBXBXB story. Don't like, don't read. "Be careful, Fayez, not to touch anything or anyone. Keep your gloves on at all times, my sweet prince, or who knows what might happen". Fayez is the last-born child of one of the strongest family of vampires that ever existed. According to most, he should have led an easy life, for money was never a problem and he had many servants more than willing to fulfill his wishes. Fayez had everything to be happy, except for the fact that he was a burden to his own parents. See, there was something terribly wrong with his hands: everything he touched became rotten, so he had to keep his gloves on at all times. He was a leathal weapon, one that had to be kept a secret, so that other people wouldn't try to use his curse for their own benefit. When Fayez turned 21, his parents decided that their son could not be kept secluded in their castle any longer, and that it was more than time for him to face the outside world. They sent him to the prestigious ISB - Institute for Supernatural Beings, where every supernatural creature from age 20 to age 30 is given a special training to enhance his natural capabilities. How will the priviledged Fayez, who only ever knew the faces of his family and servants, survive in a place where most of the residents have experienced violence and cruelty from a very young age, and are street smart? More importantly, can this haughty, strong yet inexperienced, touch-depraved young man learn how to love and be loved in return, or is he far too gone already?

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