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Then this would have never happened.
Why is she even here? How did that even happen?
Why… did she see it?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
I’m an ugly, disfigured abomination.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
I do not speak.
I do not feel.
I am a sinner.
I…
Fuck.
I need to die.
I came in her mouth. That beautiful woman’s mouth. I tainted her. I…
Dropping onto my ass, Rot hands me a damp cloth to wipe my scarred mouth.
If she saw it, and my legs, there’s no telling how disgusted she’ll be by my face… and my tongue.
Rot kneels beside me, naked, his expression etched in concern, and I fuckin’ hate him for it. Tears gather in my eyes as I shove him in the chest.
Fuck you!I sign.
“She liked it.”
No.
“Yes!” He shoves me back and slaps me upside the head.
I see red.
How dare he let me live and… let her see me… touch me.
How dare he bring her back here. Doesn’t he realize she deserves better? That… we aren’t better!
Fuck!
I tackle him to the floor and swing, and swing, and I don’t stop. Blood paints my knuckles as I unleash on him, and the dickhead takes it.
“Get the hell off him!” a familiar feminine voice screeches, and I look up in horror. Standing in the doorway,naked, with Coffin at her back, Sola stands.
My Soul.
