Destroying the Virgin-the Making of a Saint- - Chapter 1: Flesh and Spirit

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Genre: Horror

Tags:

Horror/ Psychopath/ Training/ Dismemberment/ Cruel descriptions/ Violence/ Bloodshed/ Gruesome depictions/ Torture, humiliation, etc.

Within the dimly lit room, a lovely maiden was in a fit of tears.

“What are you…?”

Looking up at me standing in front of her, the maiden questioned in a voice almost scream-like.

“Tell me… why are you doing this wretched thing to… me?”

“Wretched? What is so wretched about it? I have reconstructed you in this form because of my feelings for you.”

I didn’t reckon that I had done anything wretched to her. Well, would the general public regard my act as wretched?

Was it wretched to amputate the limbs of a lovely maiden and instead attach the limbs of a never-decaying, aesthetically appealing doll?

Not for me, I didn’t agree. Right now, a stunningly attractive, inorganic doll’s limbs were growing out of a hideous flesh-and-blood body before my eyes, and she was so strikingly prepossessing that I could hardly believe that she was from this world.

Moreover, freedom was denied to her, for her limbs lacked muscles and nerves were nothing more than a form. The exquisite maiden in front of me could not live without seeking my existence. The feeling that I was needed by her was once again present.

Repeating this fact over and over in my mind, I could not conceal my smile.

“You are beautiful, therefore you are an exalted entity that needs to be liberated from your flesh and blood.”

But as she was right now, she was imperfect. Ultimately, her personality must be preserved while her body underwent remodeling into a flawless, ideal body. To achieve this, it would take years, if not decades, to perfect the techniques required for this.

Hence, I protected her so that she wouldn’t be tarnished by mundane matters in the meantime.

And yet, ever since her awakening, her tears persisted. Even though I was acting out of love for her… why?

“Does the wound still hurt? Excuse me, perhaps the joint hasn’t adjusted yet, just bear with it a little longer, it should adapt to your body in no time.”

Her joints were undoubtedly throbbing. Bolts have been embedded in the severed surfaces to forcefully secure the doll’s limbs, and the pain was causing her to cry out.

Worries were unwarranted, though, as human bodies were surprisingly stupid and could swiftly adapt to any pain.

“I am afraid I will have to make you wait a little longer until you become a full-fledged ‘living doll’. Until then, please be patient with your distorted and disfigured flesh for only a little while longer.”

A sense of apology washed over me toward her, for I did not know how much longer it would take to liberate her from her deformed flesh-and-blood body. Her soul would have to be bound to her flesh and blood until then.

All I wanted was that. An immaculate doll that would follow my instructions without question and wouldn’t rebel in any manner.

Many things have to be modified in order to achieve this, nonetheless. To keep the maiden’s beauty for eternity, to conquer her heart, and to dominate her mind.

To attain this, I wouldn’t think twice about ruining her flesh and pure heart.

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