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Wattpad might have removed it. They’re removing a lot of explicit content.

@Pritichim I have the same feeling towards Zylen, although i want him to be saved but as it stands now in part3 he is both physicly and mentally degraded to a level he cannot be saved. Even if he gets away from William, he is so mentally ill there is no way he can recover from it, not to mention how broken he is physicly. One eye, half deaf, basicly one arm, starved to the bone, full of scars.
            Ofc it's the author's decision what to do with Zylen but it's just my insights.

Thank you for being such faithful reader, its not easy as i am very late in my updates, I understand your sadness and anger, thank you for taking this story in such depth. As for the ending we’ll see alright?

Thank you for keeping in touch in reading the puppetteer, I am doing well thank you for asking. So many things happened and I just lost my alone time and privacy and I need to keep myself focus most of the time.. but I do miss writing this story, I really hope I could get back to it soon

I must say, hmm.. he’s not right in his head as well. That’s why he dare to do such inhuman things to him. Since he had tragic love with his wife and children, he just saw affection as another red flag to what he faced before.. but he do love Zylen because it is true that Zylen is innocent and he have such a frail heart and soul and only craving for love he never had from his parents.. thats how William fall for him.. but well its kinda got his feelings against one another repeatedly

I’m truly sorry, my old phone broke and I lost the story

@Thissbabyslayy I can send you my id card :)

            So my goals kinda change.. I got curious to see how many people out there who would turn away, how many people would actually care or felt something. Are victims the ones to be blame or their predators. 
            Will people get disgusted. How cruel life could be and how much people could take it.. to represent how different could someone’s world be than what others usually has. How could someone be so different. How could people misunderstood or misjudged. How people could make fun of such hurtful things. I wanted to describe how gruesome, horrible, mind shaking and heart breaking to be at the lowest hierarchy among everything to see if people could understand, if only they know the signs so life wouldnt be so shameful to those who were unfortunate. To spread awareness to becareful with words when some people acts differently. To stop abuse, to stop neglecting, to help someone in need. Nobody deserved such tragic life

            And sometimes to appreciate life, I started imagining about those who are more unfortunate to kinda force myself to accept I am still lucky despite how I actually felt. And I know how does it felt like at some lowest point in my life, I just have the urge to let it out and writing does distract me so well from the world. And at some point, the whole world felt different.  And everytime something happen that makes me upset and hurtful it makes me think about stories more and more.. then I write it down.. it doesn’t makes me feel better but it does keep me in my head. Back then, I bring a personal book to write like anywhere, which if people ask I would just say its a diary and forbidden anyone from touching the book. So I only wrote for myself, never intended to share it to anyone else. 
            
            When I turned sixteen or eighteen if I remember correctly, I kinda lost the stories I wrote because some stuff happened, it was very upsetting for me, then i discovered wattpad, where i could keep my stories online safe and no one around me could intrude my privacy and i dont remember why i actually posted it. But when I did, I got some comments that support the character and it makes me so surprised, like a 180 degree, it was very different. It felt like someone actually care, there are people out there who have a heart and it makes me feels like I’m not so different or difficult to understand, there are people out there who could feel upset for another, felt anger for what has been done to a person
            

Thank you for reading the puppeteer and I am glad you like the story . About your question.. inspiration hmm.. I am not sure myself I guess you could say life and the world around us. Since I am not sure myself.. maybe some explanation could made more sense. Truly sorry if this is not the answer from me you are looking for:
            
             I am not sure about other people, but for me I could relate to feelings easily ever since I was very young, and it kinda makes my emotion some crazy mess when I was younger as well. It as if I watch or saw someone or something I could feel it and I could see it as if the events happened right upon my nose.
            
             As time pases when I was ten I started to have many imaginations and many stories in my head and I have the urge to write it down when I was eleven. Long story short my early life was not really good and it oftenly makes me escape into my head. 
            

@seggcyskeletons hi, thank you for the request, but I don't read stories online. I do enjoy reading some books but mostly are about non-fiction

Oh and I am 20

@Minestrone20  Thank you for your kind words, I'm trying as best as I can, thank you for reading my story and stay safe