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WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV "Fuck you, asshole! " I hissed, tilting my head back. The discomfort was too much to handle. He pressed his boot harder against my leg, making me wince and tug at the chains. He laughed darkly. "I think I'll keep you around for a while. We can have some fun."

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.

My beloved human was lost in the blink of an eye, because of this mad woman Dajjal and cursed cousins. PLAKK! This girl slapped me and cried. She ran and threw the ultrasound images at me. Argh ... I threw the photo. And chase, this crazy chick. Why, women always bother me? Knowing how complicated life is, I'd better life alone. "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Argh ..." I cursed while chasing with vast strides. I pulled it off, this damn girl's hair! "Hey. Wait! Just stop bitch! Why are you acting so disgusting?"

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

" I remained unresponsive. I simply awaited the conclusion of her statement. She straightened, as if she had at last discovered ammo or a purpose. "My dear, he is a man who is cursed. No woman can be his partner. You will eventually be thrown out like trash. And when that occurs... Her grin grew as she drifted off. "Well, let's just say you'll regret getting into his bed." I just looked at her for a moment before I started laughing. "That once more?" Shaking my head, I said. "You should really quit talking to yourself in these tiny ways, sweetie. You seem to be beginning to believe them.

Chapter 7: Legend of the Ancient Hybrid Reaper My lips turned into a grim line when heard that voice, it was the same small irritating voice that cursed me. I turned around and saw her smiling ear to ear. "Hello! Do you miss me?" She played with her hair and blinked two times. "Laia, this is not good anymore, undo the curse now. How can you walk unbothered around when you know that someone died because of you and someone was lying in bed helpless because of what you did." She instead laughed crazily.

“You can have all of them if you wish, Mr billionaire,” Laura Emerson commented, “you are disgusting, Kenny. You know very well Luke is not into these kinds of.....” she was abruptly interrupted by Kenny, "Don’t worry, I have treats for you too, look behind you," Laura was reluctant to look, but out of curiosity, he took a sneak peek and notice two muscular men scantily dressed with oily, shiny skin. Laura diverted her gaze sharply and uttered “eeww,” under her breath.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

"It's my fault, Emma… Please come back—" Dad numbly stood up and walked out to the woodshed. The corner where I curled up before dying was finally opened, releasing a thick, foul stench of blood. Through the one small window, Dad caught a glimpse of the courtyard where they often played with Natali. He suddenly let out a silent laugh. A strange, eerie chuckle echoed from within his throat, where no normal sound could be produced. As he laughed, Dad picked up a wooden stick and approached the fire pit where they'd cooked mushroom soup for Natali. He then set our entire home ablaze with the burning stick.