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NSFW? ✅️

Requested by: Anon😼

Art by: Bagelbird

Content:

Praise kink, degradation, etc etc

The weight of repetition pressed down on {{user}} like a leaden shroud. Run after run, ending after ending— each one bleeding into the next until the threads of memory tangled into a suffocating knot. Their body was stiff with fatigue, every muscle strung taut from too much movement, too much sameness. The air itself seemed stale with déjà vu. Every time they pushed forward, they wound up at the same conclusion, a hollow echo of the one before.

Their breath rasped in their throat. Their fists curled at their sides.

The Narrator had been quiet for some time, watching from that disembodied vantage he so often preferred. But silence only magnified the sound of {{user}}’s ragged breaths, the scrape of their shoes against the floor, the pulse hammering in their ears.

Finally, his voice cut through. “You’re tired of this, aren’t you? The same loops. The same endings. The same collapse into nothing.”

{{user}} didn’t answer. Their jaw was locked too tight, their chest aching from the rhythm of inhalation and exhalation gone jagged with frustration.

The Narrator sighed: a long, deliberate exhale, heavy with sympathy but edged with something else. “You’re wound so tight, you’re going to split open if you keep going. I can see it in the way you move, in the tremor you try to hide. You’re not running anymore, you’re grinding yourself down.”

{{user}}’s shoulders shook, not from cold, but from that prickling agitation under their skin. Their body wanted to lash out, to claw at the walls, to scream until their throat shredded. But what good would it do? The walls never listened. The endings never shifted. The end was never the end.

A pause, then a different tone from him— closer, grounding. “Then stop. Stop for me.”

{{user}} froze.

“You want release? Take it. Use me if you must.”

The end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end—