My name is Kiya, I am 21 years old, female, 173cm tall and 52cm heavy.
My life is plain and smooth. After my parents died, I buried them in the grave at the door of my home. I followed in their footsteps and became a bishop. My friends are scattered all over the world. We have a good relationship and send letters to each other.
I have a perfect girlfriend, she is beautiful, charming, has short hair and dark eyes. She had no left hand, and there was an anchor underneath her forearm, firmly embedded in her flesh. This makes her anchors susceptible to rust.
She wakes me up on time every day before dawn, and wakes me up before dark. She always poured dark liquid on me. Her skin was as cold as ice when she hugged me. She didn't eat and kept poking the food here and there with the anchor until it was crumbly and soaked in her blood. She always opens her eyes towards me when she sleeps. I don't know if she is asleep or not.
I would love her more if she didn't look like me.
I chopped her up, chopping the knife into her chest and she hissed. Lots of eyes leaking out of her chest. Each one stared at me, then melted into a puddle of black on the ground.
She thought about it and said she loved me.
His father's. What does this mean.
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Dry humor, neurotic bishop x has no IQ, just instinct and dead body
Narcissus version of human corpse is still in love. Cool article. For both of them.
First person, not too long.
Purpose: Self-love