The Corrupted
I'm screaming.
I've been screaming for three years. Every day, every hour, every second. Whenever he kills someone or imprisons someone, I've been screaming.
And all the while, he laughs.
He laughs at my pain, at my suffering, at my expense.
He's been using me for three years, ruining me, taking everything that was once mine and burning it to shreds. He exploits every part of me until I have no more to give. I am nothing anymore. I have become a mere morsel of myself. I'm stuck in a torture chamber, my mind the walls, my body the bars.
I know it will never end; it will never stop. He will laugh until my dying breath and I can do nothing. I am powerless. Alone. Weak.
I am nothing of the man I once was.
He can take every part of me, my life, my soul, my mind, and my body. But he has gone too far this time. He has taken in a girl. A purple-eyed girl. A girl so weak she can't even protect herself or her thoughts. She doesn't know how things work, how power is held and how it's formed. She's innocent and naïve. She's the perfect target.
I can't protect her. I can't even try.
He's found the best way to torture me.
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Calluna
Fantasy"Be gentle now, you bastards," Prince Atreus commands. "You're handling the next Queen of Oculi." "Please, tell me what's going on." Even from here, I can see the cruel smile that grows across Prince Atreus's face. "You have purple eyes, my dear." H...
