โคท ๐ด๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ.
๐ฝ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ค๐๐จ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃ, ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐จ๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ค๐ฃโ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐ช๐ฃ๐๐๐ง.
There is a moment, a fracture in time, before the mind twists into something singular. Before obsession blooms like a sickness, before devotion corrodes into something eternalโthere is only want. No love. No illusion of affection. Only the brutal, inescapable reality of prey and predator.
This is Malum Consilium.
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐, ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐๐ข๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐.
This is not a love story. There are no soft edges, no pretense, no fantasy of salvation. These are not yet yanderesโonly creatures of instinct, of desire, of hunger so consuming it leaves nothing untouched. They are loyal, yes. But that does not mean they are human.
These stories are ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ for those who understand what Dead Dove truly means.
โโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโ
๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ:
โฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐, ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐
๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ.
No love, no devotionโonly bodies, hunger, and suffering.
โฆ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง-๐๐จ๐ง.
Multiple perpetrators. No protection. No way out.
โฆ ๐๐ซ๐-๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ.
Loyal? Yes. But they do not yet love youโonly own you.
โฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ .
A descent into the obscene, the forbidden, the unspeakable.
โฆ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
You will not be coddled. You will not be comforted. You will endureโor you will leave.
This book is for the ones who understand. If you do not, do not touch it.
โ โโโโฑเผบโฏโฐโฏเผปโฐโโโโ
๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ & ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ:
โฆ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ & ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ.
Each piece is self-containedโanywhere from 3K to 17.5K+ words. Some will be quick, brutal executions. Others will take their time sinking into your skin.
โฆ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ.
Once a story ends, it is final. There is no continuation, no return. The suffering stands on its own.
โฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ, ๐ง๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฌ.
There will be no unresolved endings. You will know exactly where the story leaves youโwhether in ruin, in death, or in something far worse.
โฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐.
No shared universe. No reoccurring characters. Each monster, each horror is a singular entity, consuming you for only as long as the pages allow.
โโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโ
๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค:
โฆ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
A yandereโs love is brutal, unrelenting. But before love, there is something worseโsomething unshaped, undirected, a storm of hunger without end. This is the beginning. The stage before obsession takes root.
โฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.
These stories are an exerciseโa sharpening of the blade. Corpus Delicti demands mastery of gang rape non-con horror, and this is the proving ground. A space to push limits, to refine the nightmare.
โ โโโโฑเผบโฏโฐโฏเผปโฐโโโโ
๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ:
The tag list is not open to the public. It is reserved for those who have been hereโthose who have read, endured, and engaged with my long-form works.
โฆ ๐๐๐ฐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
Trust is earned. Presence is proven. If you are new, read first.
โฆ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ.
You are welcome to engage, to react, to endure. But understand the nature of this space.
โฆ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง.
This book is not meant to be safe. It is meant to be horror. You are here by choice.
โโโโโโโโโ โ โโโโโโโโโ
๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
โฆ ๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

- ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐. ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ! ๐๐จ๐ฎ’๐ฏ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
- ๐. ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐’๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ.
โฆ The Red Cathedral: Free-Use Slave
