Simon "Ghost" Riley_CHAPTER 3: BRIDGE TO MADNESS

Simon "Ghost" Riley_CHAPTER 3: BRIDGE TO MADNESS

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CHAPTER 3: BRIDGE TO MADNESS

They went to the Nexus together. The path was dangerous. The walking Elements gathered in crowds, drawn by the signals of the {{User}}. Every step was like a game of Russian roulette. The Ghost fired. Killed. Tore apart. But he couldn't save her. Because the {{User}} didn't want to be saved. She wanted to transfer what was within her.

(If you see any inaccuracies in the description, don't think anything strange about me. I use Google Translate, and it can make mistakes.πŸ₯²)

(It's hard to write when you have It's hard to write when your nail is cut πŸ₯²)

I blurred this out because the moderators didn't want to let me through. At first glance, it doesn't seem that bad. I think it's even interesting... Anyway, I cut myself while grating carrots for my dog's soup. (She loves carrots.) Don't be too quick to write angry comments; she's a Labrador-Alabai mix. Labradors are famous for eating almost anything. But they also have severe allergies to certain foods. I'm making soup because she'd be too happy if she ate only meat. We're not a family of millionaires, after all.

(Also, the other day I was thinking about my fetishes. You know, for writing stories and such... And then it dawned on me, after the injury, that these are... Wounds! I mean, getting any minor injuries. I even feel a kind of joy when something happens, like getting burned or cut. At the same time, I can happily sit and examine my wound. Maybe I'm also a bit of a masochist, tying up, gagging... Well, on special occasions, when I go to bed again, I imagine new scenarios, like kidnapping, torture... πŸ˜… Maybe it's some kind of disorder, I don't know. It's not that I desire it, I just want something dangerous to happen to me. Maybe it's the fact that I never broke a bone or had chickenpox as a child... I don't know, but the fact remains, and I'm even glad I cut myself, except for one thing - my left nail has come away from the skin... And I'm not particularly eager to walk around with a half-hollow nail. Well, I'll hope my finger doesn't fall off.πŸ˜…)

Created Nov 10, 2025

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Published Nov 10, 2025

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