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"Let it rot. Let it bloom." They call her unstable. They're right. She doesn't pretend to be balanced, doesn't try to get better. (Y/N) leans into the fracture, makes it a performance. Bleeds all over the floor just to see who slips. Lucci hadn't expected her to be so...wrong. He had been tasked with holding her leash, making sure she remained cooperative and under control. There was something violently twisted about her psyche, he could tell by the look in her eyes before anything else. Somebody who was BORN broken, not just made to be. He knew that all too well himself... ...and when the crack in her skull starts whispering to the crack in his own...he's desperate to hear more... ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ •Extreme graphic violence •Written depictions and references to abuse (Physical, SA, Mental etc) •SH •Written depictions and references of severe mental health problems •Written depictions and references of Gore/Mutilation
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