๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ (๐Œ๐‚): ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ.

โคท ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’Ž ๐‘ช๐’๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’–๐’Ž โ†’ ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.

๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐™ค๐™—๐™จ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ, ๐™—๐™š๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™จ๐™จ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃโ€”๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™š๐™ง.

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 eternalโ€”there is only want. No love. No illusion of affection. Only the brutal, inescapable reality of prey and predator.

This is Malum Consilium.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž.

This is not a love story. There are no soft edges, no pretense, no fantasy of salvation. These are not yet yanderesโ€”only 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 ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ for those who understand what Dead Dove truly means.

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ™› โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ:

โœฆ ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ.
No love, no devotionโ€”only bodies, hunger, and suffering.

โœฆ ๐†๐š๐ง๐  ๐‘๐š๐ฉ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ง-๐‚๐จ๐ง.
Multiple perpetrators. No protection. No way out.

โœฆ ๐๐ซ๐ž-๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฌ.
Loyal? Yes. But they do not yet love youโ€”only own you.

โœฆ ๐’๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐”๐ง๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ .
A descent into the obscene, the forbidden, the unspeakable.

โœฆ ๐๐จ ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐„๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
You will not be coddled. You will not be comforted. You will endureโ€”or you will leave.

This book is for the ones who understand. If you do not, do not touch it.

โ‹…โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠฑเผบโ€ฏโ™ฐโ€ฏเผปโŠฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ‹…

๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ & ๐‹๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ:

โœฆ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ & ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ.
Each piece is self-containedโ€”anywhere from 3K to 17.5K+ words. Some will be quick, brutal executions. Others will take their time sinking into your skin.

โœฆ ๐๐จ ๐’๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ.
Once a story ends, it is final. There is no continuation, no return. The suffering stands on its own.

โœฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ง๐จ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ.
There will be no unresolved endings. You will know exactly where the story leaves youโ€”whether in ruin, in death, or in something far worse.

โœฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž.
No shared universe. No reoccurring characters. Each monster, each horror is a singular entity, consuming you for only as long as the pages allow.

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ™› โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค:

โœฆ ๐€ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
A yandereโ€™s love is brutal, unrelenting. But before love, there is something worseโ€”something unshaped, undirected, a storm of hunger without end. This is the beginning. The stage before obsession takes root.

โœฆ ๐€ ๐“๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐†๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.
These stories are an exerciseโ€”a 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‹…โ”€โ”€โ”€โŠฑเผบโ€ฏโ™ฐโ€ฏเผปโŠฐโ”€โ”€โ”€โ‹…

๐“๐š๐  ๐‹๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‘๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ:

The tag list is not open to the public. It is reserved for those who have been hereโ€”those who have read, endured, and engaged with my long-form works.

โœฆ ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐๐๐ž๐.
Trust is earned. Presence is proven. If you are new, read first.

โœฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ.
You are welcome to engage, to react, to endure. But understand the nature of this space.

โœฆ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง.
This book is not meant to be safe. It is meant to be horror. You are here by choice.

โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ™› โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€

๐“๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ

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