It’s been a while since I’ve read something so disgusting that it makes my guts turn and stings my chest. I love angst, I love to suffer when reading fiction but not when I can already tell that the character won’t get any justice and worse, it will all get dismissed, most likely. I only like it when the plot and the author acknowledges trauma as trauma and doesn’t try to make it all out to be a “kinky romance”. This shit seems like a backstory of a MC and a villain, who would hopefully get murdered as the story progresses and MC would later find a good partner who will love him and slowly heal his wounds. Like, no way in hell the “romance” is between those two, right? …Right? I feel like I already know the answer. Idgaf about that guy’s sad backstory, some serial killers have sad backstories too, he is a damn psycho ffs.
Please someone tell me he suffers and pays for what he did to that poor man. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ Otherwise I really might have to drop this one, cause damn, it actually makes me sick to my stomach, in a literal sense.
It’s been a while since I’ve read something so disgusting that it makes my guts turn and stings my chest. I love angst, I love to suffer when reading fiction but not when I can already tell that the character won’t get any justice and worse, it will all get dismissed, most likely. I only like it when the plot and the author acknowledges trauma as trauma and doesn’t try to make it all out to be a “kinky romance”. This shit seems like a backstory of a MC and a villain, who would hopefully get murdered as the story progresses and MC would later find a good partner who will love him and slowly heal his wounds. Like, no way in hell the “romance” is between those two, right? …Right? I feel like I already know the answer. Idgaf about that guy’s sad backstory, some serial killers have sad backstories too, he is a damn psycho ffs.
Please someone tell me he suffers and pays for what he did to that poor man. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ Otherwise I really might have to drop this one, cause damn, it actually makes me sick to my stomach, in a literal sense.