Scar; The Ugly Bride of The Alpha King
“I don’t know how Kill did it. How he endured you. Touching you, seeing you. It must’ve been torture. Covered in scars, all bones — you’re a sore sight for any man’s eyes.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks, but the sting of the insects felt distant , like pain remembered, not lived. The ache in my chest was louder. Deeper.
Was I really that ugly? That disgusting?
Bitch.
Ugly.
Disgusting.
No man will ever love you.
You’ll never find happiness.
You should’ve died with your mother.
Die, die, die, you whore.
And just like that, darkness took me.
And I didn’t fight it this time.
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