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Scarred little devil

When trauma strikes, it can leave a deep and lasting impact on our lives. It can create a wound that feels impossible to heal, fueling feelings of anger, pain, and a burning desire for revenge. In this gripping tale, we follow the journey of Mirai who has experienced unimaginable trauma and seeks to right the wrongs that have been done to her. With heart-pounding suspense, spine-chilling horror, and a thought-provoking exploration of the themes of trauma and revenge, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end. As she embarks on a dark and twisted quest for vengeance, the line between reality and nightmare begins to blur. She is plagued by terrifying visions and haunted by the ghosts of her past, driving her to the brink of madness. But as she draws closer to her targets, she begins to realize that revenge may not be the answer she seeks. She must confront the true source of her trauma and find a way to heal the wounds that have been inflicted upon her. With bone-chilling horror, heart-wrenching emotion, and a powerful exploration of the themes of trauma and revenge, this gripping tale will leave you breathless. Can the young girl find a way to break the cycle of vengeance and emerge from the darkness, or will she succumb to the ghosts of her past and become a victim of her own rage? Disclaimer:The image used as the book cover does not belong to me.I got it off of Pinterest

babb13.ella · Horreur
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50 Chs

Chapter 27

The days stretched on relentlessly, each one blending into the next as hunger gnawed at our souls. Cole and I found ourselves trapped in a desolate wilderness, our bodies growing weaker by the hour. The vibrant forest that once brimmed with life had transformed into an eerie maze, mocking our futile attempts to find sustenance.

We scoured the land for any remnants of food, desperately searching for berries, nuts, or anything edible. But our efforts yielded little more than meager scraps, barely enough to ward off the gnawing ache in our bellies. The forest now concealed only cruel tricks and false promises.

The relentless hunger became a demon that haunted our every waking moment. Its whispers echoed in the wind, taunting us with illusions of nourishment. Shadows danced at the periphery of my vision, teasing my senses and driving me further into despair. My footsteps grew heavy, as if weighted down by the burden of our unfulfilled needs.