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Chapter 11

[Mature warning, cruel depictions ahead]

Over at a distance, a small filthy my stand could be seen, and at the top of the stand wrote the words, 'Fortune telling, five coppers' 

And perhaps by coincidence, as she looked over the lady seated at the stand locked eyes with her. 

Her hands waved as she gave a toothless smile, beckoning for Justine to walk over. 

And perhaps solely by interest, Justine walked over, saying something around the lines of, 'I've never got my fortune told~'

What she didn't, but James did, was the unusual presence of the old lady, in such a barbaric place, how could someone like her,who barely even have teeth, survive? 

Siting down opposite of her, the old lady smiled and asked, "How is it? Living with so many people?"

And at that moment, James took over with his hand positioned ready to grab a weapon from his ring. 

"Haha hahaha……" the old lady started laughing, the sound created similar to a witch's, "That isn't much of a secret, or anything taboo, you know?" 

Still tense, he relaxed only in appearance, as he asked, "So what is it?" 

Shrugging, she shook her head, "Not like I've seen it before, I'm just curious." 

"How can you tell?" Keith spoke. 

With a puzzled look, she paused for a moment before she pointed at the red jewel in the middle of her forehead, "This is the sign of the soul tribe, we deal with problems on a spiritual level." 

"Soul tribe?" Justine asked.

Her eyelid twitch before she continued, "If you find them someday, maybe they'll help separate you." 

"Where are they?" All four of the souls asked almost in harmony, causing an overlapping voice to sound as they shared the same control for a small moment. 

At that moment, it was as though they overlapped together, but it was so quick, so short, before they knew it, James was back in control. 

"Oooo." She commented, before answered with another shrug, "That's for you to find, if your situation is predestined by the god, you can't fight it, and I will not interfere either, if it is your fate then just accept it."

"Oh come on!" Justine said with a pout. 

'Ignore her, we'll find out the location ourselves.' James muttered, nudging Justine to walk. 

And as they did, Justine took back control. 

'We should go find that tribe.' Justine commented. 

'Can we just leave?' Keith asked. 

'We have to wait another three years, we'll graduate then.' James muttered. 

'Is it possible to go there earlier?' Keith spoke. 

'Then we should just go find the king~' Justine suggested. 

Silence suddenly dawned upon them as they walked away from the shady old lady, aimlessly wandering around. 

"Hey," Keith suddenly spoke after taking control, "There should be red light district here, right?" 

'EEEEEEEHHHHH?' A weird sound appeared from Justine. 

'!?'

In silence, Keith who held full control of the body started walking with heavy steps, anger permeating his mind and theirs as he started to attempt to shut them out. 

'What's going on? Keith?!' James shouted. 

'Shut the fuck up.' 

Completely different from his previous personality, his easy going, laid back attitude was gone. 

<1st Person Mode> 

Could that be her? 

No. 

No. 

No. 

No. 

No no no no no no no no no. 

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. 

I KILLED HER? WHY IS SHE HERE? 

SHE IS ALIVE?  

Almost unwillingly, a small voice leaked out of my mouth as my legs moved unconsciously towards her, albeit unsteadily. 

"M-Mama?" 

Her face was the same. 

It must be her. 

Almost praying in my heart, I made my way through the crowd, my heart thumping non stop. 

Her back was facing me, a bushy fox tail swaying from her ass, but the special way she braided her hair, her face, everything was so familiar. 

<1998, Earth?>

In front of the closet I hide in, mama was on the floor with a man on top of her. 

When Mama home, I no speak.  

I no cry, I keep quiet with mr snuffles. 

Even if Mama are on the floor with pain, her face with much tears. Even if weird men push her down.

If not Mama will make me pain. Because they go away and she hit me, pinch me and slap me. 

She says that she make money this way.  She likes money. 

So if I no like eating the green mushed bread, I stay there. The mushed bread tastes very bad, if mama earn money I can eat normal bread, but it also tastes weird, cause they very hard to bite and also sour. 

If I no like it die-ing I no talk. She say if I keep making her angry she'll smash my head in the wall and have me die. I no want to have my head smashed, it hurts.  

But I also no like the evil men that push her fall down. They look scary. 

They make me pain if my face appear, sometimes they leave, they keep on pushing against mama, or they hit me. 

So I look, at mama's beautiful braid, it is messed up, but I still like it. But I don't like her face, she looks weird now. 

I'll stay there like a good child, I won't talk, won't move, I'll be a good boy and mama will feed me. 

…I'm hungry. 

<2004, Earth?> 

"Mama, don't leave me." I mutter ever so softly. 

"Shh, it's okay, Keith." She smiled, touching my hair softly, before turning to the man wearing a suit in front of her. 

"Three grand? Like you said." 

"Yes, as long as you don't spread anything, if I hear rumours, we're coming for your head."  The man spoke as he took out a thick envelope, throwing it to her with a disgusted look on his face. 

Because of little care, the envelope fell onto the floor, but with a worried expression, Mama picked it up and hid it in her shirt, near her chest. Looking around with fear on her face as she did.  

This time, mama's face is turned into a big big smile. I hate it. 

It's always because of money that she smiles like that. 

I hate it. I think as another man wearing a suit held my hand, and Mama letting go of the other. 

"Mama?" 

"Go with them, they have food, and nice clothes." 

"Will you come with me to share the food?" I ask, I want to be with mama.  

She was suffering too, because of no food. 

"No, Mama wants you to eat and be happy." She smiles. 

"Mama, I don't want to go." I said pouting, trying to pull my hand away from the man's firm grip. 

"I want to be with you Mama." 

She smiled again, "It's okay, we won't be apart permanently." 

Permanently? What's that word? 

I'm not very smart, because I'm only 11. But Mama is very smart and nice. 

I like Mama. 

I don't want to go, but if Mama say we won't be apart, then it's okay. I'm hungry. 

"Okay Mama." I smile, before the man started pulling at my hand. I'll go and eat first, and I'll save lots of food for you, mama. 

<2008, earth?> 

Four years. 

Four damned years. 

I spent the past four years as the caretaker of the Madam of this family. 

The rumours heard from the maids divulged the scar of the madam. 

She who had lost her child after a horrific car crash as well as her Husband along with her ability to move all of her muscles, could only blink and cry before my arrival. 

She missed her unborn child, or so they say. 

Living with her rich, successful Brother who were rarely home because of his business, she was wasting away in sorrow, and perhaps because of that, she went mad. 

When I was brought into her sight, I who was forced to call out, "Mother." Instantly noticed the glint of madness in her pale blue eyes as she shed many tears. 

And because of her delusions, and her sorrow, she fooled herself into thinking that I was the Son she lost. 

One good thing was that I got away from that fucked up life, eating mouldy bread and watching my real Mother sell her body on a daily basis. 

Only after education and normal human interaction, did I see the lies hidden behind that smile. 

That bitch only loved money. 

Despite how idiotic it was to call such a vegetable my "Mother", it brought great benefits. 

A single word, "Mother" gave me a decent place to live. 

Yet loving my real Mother only gave a suffering and abuse. 

<2013, earth?> 

I entered university and took the veterinary course,  now, at the age of 20, I somehow fell in love. 

Stolen story; please report.

As I lived in their mansion, I quickly came to know reason why I was chosen as the madam's fake Son, it was because of my beautiful looks. 

And with that face, I spent university swarmed by women, all of which were quite beautiful themselves.  

Yet I pushed them all away. 

But despite the position of women in my heart because of my life, the beautiful, kind, charming junior I had somehow wormed her way into my heart. 

With brown hair and eyes, our first meeting was a accident, with her clumsy self bumping into me in the cafeteria. 

With the soup I had spilling onto my shirt, a compulsive urge of slapping her came into my mind, but it was quickly pushed away when the deer in the headlights look in her face changed into a worried and apologetic expression. 

She was so kind, so gentle, so nice. 

I trusted her with my heart, I spent hours telling her of my life, the burden of it all shared with her. 

Yet, why was she seen fucking my senior? Despite our official relationship? 

That gentle personality I fell in love in, was it a lie? 

Everything is a lie isn't it? 

Women, they can't be trusted. 

They only want you when you they need you, and when they don't, they throw you away without a shred of hesitation. 

Like how Mother, she threw me away so cruelly for money. 

"Mother", who needed me to replace the child she lost. 

And Rachel, who took me for the love I showered endlessly on her, and threw me away for another man. 

With anger clouding my judgement, I kidnapped her while she was returning home. Thankfully, the was quite the airhead, she spent most her time texting her friends, or that guy, while walking home. 

In a secluded alley, I hit her unconscious and threw her in my car, a gift from "Mother". 

And with her tied in my house, my hands wielding a sharp kitchen knife, myself all ready to stab it into her stomach. 

Yet I couldn't. 

Crashing to the floor, my hands rubbed my scalp, winding through my long locks of hair. 

I hated it, the fear in those beautiful eyes, the tears staining her cheeks. 

I didn't hate her, I hated her actions, her emotions. 

Wouldn't it be better, if she were to just stay devoted to me? 

If she would need me. 

Just like "Mother". 

Without expressions on her face, the ability to move. 

She would just stay home, and wait for me. 

She wouldn't leave me, and go to another man. 

She should just not move. 

With that thought in mind, I stood back up with a true, genuine smile as I untied the ropes binding her hand from the armrest. 

And with a gentle kiss on the back of her palm, I flipped it over, and slashed her tendon. 

And at that moment, tears, sweat, blood all flowed from her as a muffled scream sounded throughout my large apartment. 

"It's okay, it'll be over soon, okay?" I said while patting her head, kissing her forehead, "Only a few more." 

And with a small amount of time, I easily took care of her limbs' mobility. 

At that point, she had already fainted from the pain.  

Untying the gag, I looked at her mouth with a tilted head. 

"How should I go about this?" I mumbled. 

I don't have the resources to remove her vocal cords. 

I'll prepare it with "Mother's" money, I should just keep the gag on, shouldn't I?

For now, it should be fine.

With a satisfied smile, I rubbed my nose and left the room, preparing for the things I required for the removal of vocal chords. 

I should also read up more on human biology, as I wasn't qualified for being a doctor after studying for its test, I threw the subject to the back of my mind, but thankfully I still remember quite a few things. 

The dark web is quite a good place, Afterall.  

<2015, earth?>  

With rekindled interest for human biology, I easily created my ideal, perfect, human doll. 

Luckily, I lived in a small town, quite corrupted to say the least, and with a bit of money, anything could be settled. 

In my house, lived 4 dolls. 

Unfortunately, Rachel died due to my inexperience, but it's fine. 

These four girls are great, after all. 

With their mouths glued shut and vocal chords removed, they ate daily with a tube connected directly into their stomach. 

Their feet and hands similarly useless. 

Dressed in beautiful dresses,  the beautiful faces kept still. 

I had used a lot of resources to block off their hearing, sense of smell and many other senses, so they would come to enjoy their only stimulus, me. 

I had specially chosen them amongst all the women I've dated, the criteria being their face and body. 

It's fine regardless what personality they had, since as dolls, it didn't matter. They only needed to look pretty and stay with me.  

The last doll I needed, was Mother. 

And with ease, I found her wasting her life away as a prostitute. 

Like always, she was leading a duo of shady guys to her small apartment. 

Ever since she sold me, I've never sought her out until today, that is. Now, her face was already showing signs of ageing.

She had me at the age of 16, and probably was thrown out of her family's house, my Father never found. 

Today, she was 38, yet somehow she was still in this business, perhaps because of her beautiful face. 

"Mother." I called out, yet she didn't turn around. 

"Mama." I shouted again, this time getting her attention. 

Finally, she turned around, her similar green eyes and blond hair stunningly complemented her facial features, with sharp eyes and brows, a thin, long nose and thick lips, she was quite the beauty. 

Seeing me, her eyes widened, perhaps seeing the similar features I shared with her, or my Father, she hesitantly called out, "Keith?" 

I nodded with a smile, causing her to gasp in shock. 

After a while, she turned to the two men behind her, mumbling something to them before walking towards me. 

"What are you doing here! Leave!" She snapped. 

"I came to visit you mama, come with me." 

"I can't you bloody idiot! Can't you see I'm busy?" 

Her all too familiar insults rained upon me, though unruffled, my gentle smile continued to decorate my face. 

She always insulted me like this, not that I knew what those words meant, I merely took it as compliments when I was younger, enjoying the attention she gave me ever so rarely. 

One point of my life, I thought the word, "Burden." Was my second name. 

Silently taking out my wallet, I walked to the two guys around her and passed them three hundred bucks, "Leave." 

With the money in their hands, the smiled creepily before patting my back, "She's your momma huh? Lemme tell ya, that slut loves cock." Before guffawing with his Friend. 

"Tell me something I don't know." I said with a smile as they decided to leave. 

As I watched them leave, Mother ran towards me and slapped me, "What did you do?!" 

"Just come with me, lets talk." I rubbed my cheek with my hand and grabbed hers with the other, pulling her to my car. 

"Let me go! There's nothing to talk about, I sold you!" She reminded with anger, trying to pull away, her other hand too focused on hitting me. 

In frustration, I simply knocked her out and threw her in my car, where ropes lay conveniently for me to tie her up. 

Luckily, no one was present to witness such a sight. 

Quickly, I reached home, with the four dolls in a locked room, I laid her down on what I call my operation room. 

Everything I needed was already prepared, so with a few doses of drugs and a few hours. 

She became my perfect, final doll. 

"Mama." I woke her up, my other hand rubbing my nose in pride. 

Slowly, with the drugs still in her system, she woke up confused. 

But without waiting for her to completely wake up, I hugged her. 

"Mama, I love you." I said with a smile.  

But she couldn't reply. 

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Keith's story was the most complete in my mind, though I was tempted to release Justine's first. 

By the way, I have no grudges against women, considering I'm one myself. 

If you're still reading this story, props to you.