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Summary: Vamilae's mental health was worsening due to the NPCS making fun of her, so she decided to slaughter them up under the name "Professor Sprinkles" WARNING: this fanfic contains a lot of gore/torture and course language if any of these topics trigger you, you may wanna read other fanfics than this one. This is a WIP, I may or may not be able to finish It. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Regretevator, it belongs to Axoloti sun
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COVER DESIGNERS WANTED! *** COMING SOON TO AMAZON AND KINDLE *** 18+ | BOOK #1.5 in La Cosa Nostra series | COURSE LANGUAGE | GRAPHIC VIOLENCE | GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES He was a weapon, a reaper- the fucking king of hell himself looked upon Trojan with burning disdain. He valued nothing, loved nothing. He was a lost cause and his days on this ball of land and sea numbered; it was just a matter of marking time, now. But his little Hope was persistent. Something behind those innocent doe eyes both intrigued and terrified him. He watched her, sitting pretty on his bed; pushing the frame of her glasses up to the bridge of her cute little nose. To hell with it! He couldn't give two fucks if tomorrow never came, he'd sure as hell make sure she did, all fucking night long.

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