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I’ve tried screaming and begging, but no sound other than my own ever echoes. Am I dead?’ I don’t know why, but my heart starts beating loud and frantic in my ears. Something about what’s written here isn’t right. The writing is changing, becoming more scrawled and desperate. ‘What am I supposed to do? Am I being punished? Is what I’m writing on these sheets of paper with my blood ever going to be found? Help me. Help me. Help me, please.’ “You seem to be immersed in that book.” “MOTHERFUCKER!” I slam the book shut and swing my arm

A minute I felt like seeking out Zules even though I didn't know where she would be and the other minute, I feel like pounding hard into someone and making them scream, and the next minute I feel like barrelling the head of someone on a cold hard metal and watch them bleed, and the next minute I just want to scream my lungs out until it cracks. I stood up abruptly, snapping my mind off the thoughts lest I acted on it and walked to my desk. I opened a book. I tried to read but all I did was blink at the words. They swam in front of my eyes like fishes in the sea, funny enough, as I expected, none of it made sense. I flipped the page, read another line but still nothing. My fingers gripped the

You belong in the pigsty in Millford. [I told you before, this family is mine. Everything here belongs to me, including Callum. Whenever I want them, they’ll choose me over you. [If I were a pathetic loser like you, I’d just die. What’s the point of living like this?] I felt nothing but numbness reading her words. Ever since I was little, I had always lost whenever I went up against Catherina. After I returned home, Catherina had sent me these taunting messages many times.

I reach for the book entitled Sorrow and scanned it closer. "Why didn't you tell me?" I spoke up, without leaving my gaze on the book, "You read his book, didn't you?" "What made you think that I knew about it?" he asked, for once I read this jerk. "You didn't complain about it earlier," I replied. "Oh, yeah?" he awed, "It really good to watch you suffer from your own misunderstanding." He smirked "That's why we never get along, you suck like hell." I glared at him.

By the time she reached the final page her coffee was cold and the shirt she was wearing felt insufficient armour for what she was now holding. She closed the laptop and sat for a moment in Dominic's quiet kitchen with the early morning light coming grey and thin through the windows and the sounds of the city assembling itself below. She thought about the shape of what she had just read. She turned it over carefully, the way she turned over anything that mattered, looking for the interpretation that was less damning, the alternative reading, the innocent explanation. There was none. She heard him before she saw him, his footsteps on the kitchen floor, and then he was in the doorway in a dark

"It didn't do that when you touched it." "Exactly. It's like the book only responds to me, which leads us back to my connection theory. I mean, why else would a hidden text about Astria only reveal itself when I touch it?" I muse, staring at my palm before rubbing my fingertips together. "I've been struggling with this for weeks, and it's been getting worse—far beyond murderous thoughts and compulsions to stab people." "Murderous thoughts?" She glances at me like I'm unhinged.

I ordered and she bowed before walking quietly out of the room. Taking a sip from the glass, I reached for the remaining books lying on my desk, pulled out my chair, sat down, and began to scan through them. It was all useless, I couldn't find a loophole or anything that seemed helpful, and all the books kept mentioning that the process was harmful and dangerous. Feeling frustrated, I closed the book. "You all can choose to scare me, but my mind is made up," I whispered to myself. "I am done being the weakest of all wolves, I am done being called a worthless being, I am done being helpless." My voice came out in a whisper.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of ongoing captivity, domestic abuse, trauma, and mentions of past suicidal ideation/self-harm. Reader discretion is advised. It's easy to just give up and die. It's easy to just leave the pain here, to just vanish to feel free. It is such an easy thing to do for people who are completely exhausted by life, like me. I only wish I had just died from blood loss or an infection from the nail I saw. With that, I'll escape all the sufferings.

I kept playing it over and over in my head with each time leaving my heart stone cold. There was no way of pulling my mind from the dark hole it was sinking into. There was nothing to pull me from the suicidal thoughts that had me silently cry. There was nothing to pull my thoughts from the idea of living the rest of my life in nothing but pain and dispare. My books were all in the king’s office and there was no way to get them. The few that were in my room I had already read, so, my days were spent just in my mind, going through my pathetic life.

I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. eight fucking dicks? I feel the floor drop out from under me when a thought occurs to me. thought. My fucking soul mate thinks I read this shit. There's only one, maybe two men brave enough to do this shit to me.