Put that under ‘Hide Details’ or use a Spoiler Blurring. You can’t just put an attempted rape for all to see…tha fuck!
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So sorry, but it wasn’t heading in that direction! It is a very intense for moment for the character, but it builds up and shifts in a completely different way. Was debating with myself how best to present it, but I see now by your comment that I need to do more thinking about that. 
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for real? Cause I have been waiting for ages for you to update 
Sorry, but that last part…yeah, it gave me those vibes.
You didn’t have to delete it. You could use the blur (Spoiler tags), or ‘Hide Details’.
Or just blur that last part maybe?
I also apologize, maybe I overreacted. But as a victim of rape, even with the meds, it gonna take forever before my trigger will go silent for good
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I don’t think you overreacted at all! I think you reacted, based on the reality of your experience. I really appreciate you saying something, and I’m truly sorry for unknowingly causing a trigger. 
I want my story to mirror life, in all of it’s depths, but I also want it to be story of redemption and overcoming the darkest turmoil. There are parts that get very dark, but I try to be careful to introduce those parts as a function of a higher purpose, and not just gratuity for the sake of trauma. It’s tricky writing, because I also want my readers to get lost in the world and enjoy the pages they explore. For that to work, I need to be aware of who’s reading and how the words might affect them. So I’m taking this moment in, to consider more deeply how to approach certain topics.
But please don’t feel bad at all! The words are always there, it’s just about choosing the right ones, and I’m more determined than ever to find them.
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And we love you for it! 
And yes, life can be dark and unjust and very miserable. And must be told, even if it hurt, even if it brings back bad memories and old agonies.
However, you have ways to warn your readers. (Don’t forget that! ;))
I guess that is what was missing, didn’t think it would go down that way and it just stopped abruptly, so guess my brain went ‘Oh no its…rape’.
Sorry if I’m making you work more though (At least that is how it feels). I do hope, you’ll find the right words!
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Not at all! Moments like this are exactly what I need, to course correct and use my energy in the best way possible. I think of it not as more work, but rather the right work, the kind that builds great stories. You just helped me see something big that I was missing, so thank you.
I have ways to warn my readers, won’t forget that.
But have no fear, the words are coming, and I’ll be here for a while now.
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Page 2 of Cynderella’s character introduction to our Story, whose Fate is intertwined with potential Destinies of your Player Character. Although, what that means and how it unfolds, is your Story to Tell.
There is violence in Cynderella’s history, this introduction to her, takes us through a few key moments in her life, that partly define who she chooses to be, and why. As always, I try to be dark and real, in many ways drawing from my own experiences, but my intention is always to use the darkness to find the light.
I write for Redemption, not Cynicism.
I’ll put this page, and the final page to her introduction, underneath spoiler tags, for those who might not want to read right now. Though reading her introduction won’t spoil anything in our Story, if anything it might give you useful new context clues, for the world and the people of the world we’re exploring.
I’m still working on a new update of the game, that update will drop November 7th 2022. The update will continue from where we last left off.
While we wait for that, here’s another page in Cynderella’s story.
TRIGGER WARNING: Sex, drugs and violence
Cynderella Page 2
9 years ago…
A room, in Annette’s brothel
Cyn spits out the man’s taste, ignoring her shuddering revulsion. She closes her eyes, grateful for the Tik she’d smoked with Antony, it kept her mind heavy and her thoughts cloudy. She felt present, but not quite here. Perfect. She opens her eyes and looks back up at the man, as he lays naked on the stained bed-sheets.
He’s young, with a beard too fresh to be sure of itself. Lean, muscled and smelling only of day old sweat, Cyn knew he had to be some Lordling son hunting through the ghetto for thrills. She grips his thighs as she slowly kisses herself up across his body, gently nibbling flesh along the way. He moans, a grating sound of pleasure that Cyn notes with mechanical efficiency. She curves her way across his body, her small frame expertly navigating the man’s desire.
The moment doesn’t last very long, they rarely do when the beards are this fresh. Cyn wrinkles her nose in irritation as he cradles her in his arms, lightly stroking her brown curls. She hated when they felt this need for intimacy after sex. Better to fuck quick and leave. But it was rarely so simple, sometimes they didn’t even fuck, those were often the worst. The most depraved, “The Twisted” as Annette would say. The ones so consumed by repressed desire, that sex alone could never tame the fire.
Cyn bites her lip, ignoring the salty taste, already thinking about smoking later with Antony again. The high was beginning to fade, and she could feel the world around her becoming uncomfortably real. Fortunately, this man didn’t seem to be one of The Twisted. He was some combination of rich, shy, insecure, inexperienced and horny.Fresh bait.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, probably in the evening, wear something green again. I love the way it matches your eyes.”
It takes Cyn a few moments to register those sound as words, and another to realize the words are directed at her. She plasters a seductive smile on her face, effortlessly sensual, and turns to face him. She moves closer and and draws him into a deep kiss, claiming the moment as an opportunity to remember his name and what he just said. She pulls back from the kiss, noting the way he tries to hold it for just a second more. Good, next time she could start charging extra.
“For you, Logan, I’ll wear something veeery special. But…hopefully, I won’t need to wear it for very long.” She says, adding that purr in her voice as she says his name. As expected, his pupils dilate ever so slightly. Hooked.
He smiles, sheepishly, and pushes himself off the bed, reaching for his clothes. “How long have you been, you know, a…Lady of the night?”
Cyn feels her body tense, her irritation rising with her growing sense of sobriety. They never asked her these kinds of questions, about her and who she might really be. No, she was meant to be a projection of their darkest desire in human form, nothing more. Nothing real. Reality meant memories, it meant acknowledging the present. That was unacceptable.
“A true Lady would never kiss and tell.” She says, keeping her voice steady. “Every night is her first.”
Logan blushes, putting on his gathered clothes. “Of course, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”
Cyn nods, keeping her features steady as she draws in slow breaths to calm herself. It’s always easy to be triggered on a high. She plasters on a seductive smile, almost as an afterthought.
“Oh, no offence felt at all, my sweet.” She says, blowing him a kiss from across the bed, allowing a nipple to be exposed as she “dresses” herself.
Logan notices the nipple, and for a moment his eyes grow hungry, but then he pulls back his desire and forces on his dress-coat, an ornate red velvet piece ordained with intricate gold stitching. He sits down on the bed, and as he tugs the coat onto his body, a small black box falls from one of the pockets. Cyn sees the box fall, her interest immediately piqued. Guests left things behind all the time, in fact all the girls were encouraged to make it easy for something to be “left behind”. Cyn snakes her way across the bed, stealthily reaching for the box and slipping it beneath the bed covers.
“Where are you off to, looking so dashing and handsome?” She asks, trying to hold his attention as she feels the outside of the box with her fingers.
It felt cold to the touch, like hard marble, which surprised her. She assumed it would be made of wood, or something less expensive. She could feel a metal clasp on the side, so it seems like the box can open. There must be something precious inside. Cyn forces herself to stay calm as she feels a thrill of excitement.
Logan smiles, he enjoyed having his ego stroked almost as much as having things stroked. “To a dinner, of sorts, a graduation actually. My graduation.”
Cyn widens her eyes to seem impressed. “Well congratulations mister graduate, if I knew it was such a special day I would have prepared you a treat.” She licks her lips.
As she speaks, she slips the strap of her night-dress over shoulder, and moves the black box from under the covers to into her pocket, in one smooth expert movement. She’d open it later and see what was inside, whatever it was had be worth a few coins. Annette would take her cut, as House-Mother, but the rest would belong to Cyn, a lovely treat. She couldn’t wait to tell Antony the good news, they’d smoke a good pipe tonight.
Logan laughs, patting the pockets of his dress-coat as he stands up from the bed. “Like I said, I’ll be back tomorrow. Wear something green, I’ll pay extra.”
He frowns, as he continues to pat the outside of his pockets. He stops patting and reaches inside, searching for something, growing visibly agitated as he throws the contents of his pockets onto the bed.
Cyn catches her breath, feeling for the black box nestled in her night-dress. It sat there, like ice to the touch. She takes a reassuring breath, and places her hand on Logan’s cheek, stroking the hair on his upper lip ever so slightly, just how he likes it.
“What’s the matter, sweetness, shouldn’t you be running off to your graduation? You wouldn’t want to be late, now would you?” She adds that sultry purr to her voice, desperately willing him to forget about whatever he might have lost, and just leave.
“Yes…it’s just, I think I may have lost something…something very important. Something I need for…” Logan stops in his speech, his features instantly hardening as his eyes narrow in dark suspicion. He grabs the hand she has resting on his cheek, with a tight iron grip at odds with his awkward boyish persona. Cyn tries to pull her arm away, her eyes fraught with fear.
“Let me go, you’re hurting me.” Cyn feels her heartbeat quicken, as his hands only tighten, intensifying the pain.
He ignores her words, and throws her onto the bed. She screams. Logan gropes at the folds of her clothing, his eyes angry like she’d never seen. He finds the black box in the pocket of her night-dress, and pulls it out with an angry snarl.
“You fucking thieving slut!” He roars with red rage. He puts his black box into a pocket in his dress-coat.
Cyn’s mind races as she desperately tries to think of something to say, but as she opens her mouth to speak, Logan’s clenched fist massacres her jaw. She tastes blood as she meets another fist. And another. And another. And another, in a storm and a flood, blood splatters across the bed sheets.
“I’ll should kill you, stupid bitch! Do you have any idea what this…of course not, fucked up druggy slut. Chasing empty highs…How many others have you fleeced?!” Snarls Logan, as his fists crash across her face and body in a crimson flurry.
Cyn feels blood gurgling in the back of her throat. Her thoughts tumble and race through fear, before growing dark, and then quiet as her mind slips away, to a feeling of emptiness that seems to never end.
An empty place, beyond time
Do not despair, my child, I have not come for you. Now is not your moment. This man is but a vessel, a means to an end in the Author’s eternal story.
Cyn tries to open her eyes, but there’s nothing to see. Nothing to feel. Nothing at all.
You have felt many fires, this is but another. Bear it well, as you have before, and you will be rewarded. This is my promise to you, child of darkness.
Cyn frowns, where was that voice…What voice?
You will bear the touch of Death and the touch of Life. Upon you shall be given the choice, to feed the forces of one, or the other. Choose wisely, child of endless night.
A feeling unlike any other washes its way through Cyn’s soul. It tastes like a burning, and feels like the smell of ash and fresh soil. Her right palm starts to feel icy and cold. Her left grows red and hot.
In the hand that grows from your heart, shall be the touch of Life and Healing. It will bring joy to the sick, and strength to the destitute.
Cyn feels the fire in her left palm grow brighter, filling her with intense pain, that felt like nothing at all.
In the other shall be the touch of Death and Destruction. By it’s name, you will vanquish nations and return lost souls to me, Lady Death.
She feels the icy bite in her right palm intensify to a similar peak of nothing at all.
So it is written. So shall it be.
Cyn feels herself stretch and tangle as energy floods her being, flashes of memories and futures and incomprehensible scenes cascade through her mind, threatening to tear her apart at the seams. The pressure builds, like fire and ice dancing within. She loses herself. And in that moment, she is found again.
Back in Annette’s brothel
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Welcome back 
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Our final page in the introduction to Cynderella. I hope you feel like you’ve met her. Your Character will meet her, and the Jipsee Train, soon enough.
I’ll be writing, for November 7th. It won’t be much, but it will be the beginning of a new habit, of updating each month. Until we reach The End. I’ll do my best to maintain writing discipline through the storms.
TRIGGER WARNING: Violence
Cynderella Page 3
9 years ago…
Back in Annette’s brothel
Cyn wakes up on the bed, a blood soaked mess of pain. Logan stands over her, breathing heavily. His eyes still lit by rage, though less intense than before. His expression begins to soften and relax, and he starts to chuckle to himself.
“On second thought, never-mind about tomorrow.” He draws heavy mucus into his mouth, and spits on her. “I’ve grown tired of you.”
In that moment, Cyn feels something break, from a deep unspeakable place. She feels a shiver of ice in her right palm, and reaches for Logan, blindly.
He laughs dismissively as her right hand reaches towards him. “Don’t they teach you to pretend to sleep when you get a beating?”
As her hand touches his cheek, the veins in his face immediately swell, green and engorged. Tendrils of ice snake across his features, and his next breath dies in his throat. He falls down to the ground, his soul a gift to Lady Death.
It takes Cyn a moment to gather herself, her thoughts are rigid and cloudy at the same time. They tell her to check the body. She pushes herself up from the bed, body screaming in an agony she ignores. She crawls over to Logan’s icy form and examines it.
Dark black and green veins protrude all across his face and throat. His eyes are empty, his body still. Dead. Cyn searches his pockets. She finds a leather pouch full of coins and the black box, anything else she finds, she discards as irrelevant. She turns Logan’s lifeless body over and takes the red velvet dress-coat off his corpse.
She puts on the velvet dress-coat, allowing the sleeves to hang over her hands. She stands up, woozy, but clinically conscious. She stumbles out of the door, with the black box and the leather money pouch in hand, and wanders lost into the night; leaving Logan’s corpse behind.
Present day…
Back from the memory
The Jipsee Train
The first thing she notices is the feeling of snow and frost on the ground. She’s grateful, the cold had a habit of bringing her back to clear presence of mind. Cyn notices parts of her body still twitching and convulsing as she lays on the icy forest floor. She hadn’t had a Shivering like this for quite sometime, she’d almost forgotten how unsettling they could be. She takes a moment to catch her breath, looking up at the cold orange sun.
“See, we had to remember, you were starting to forget… ” Whispers her griefDaemon.
Cyn ignores it, focusing on her breathing. After a few seconds, she pushes herself into an upright sitting position. The children are still playing Hide & Seek, though the little boy appears to have found almost everyone by now. The children who were found sit by a tree, not too far away from Cyn, watching her with their usual open curiosity.
Cyn ignores them as well, looking off into the cold distance, like nothing ever happened.
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Cinderella has a very traumatic past, I hope our MC can help her get through it all.
I’m looking forward to meeting the other RO’s too, each one has a well-crafted backstory, which I congratulate the author for that as it must be a lot of work involved. I saw that a new update is about to be released, I would love to know more about this universe.
Have a nice day author, I’m enjoying the story and I wish you all the best on this journey 
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Ok, I really like this! I especially love Ehren, and I’m glad he’s an RO. It’s sad that he won’t be in the story for awhile, so I’ll just have to contend myself with a different boy (Aphiwe, isn’t it?) for now. I’m not sure how long this will end up being, but hopefully long enough that the time apart won’t be detrimental to a route with him (or his sister).
Also, do you plan on adding a save system? It’s at the length were that would be helpful
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Can we kill any of the ROs?
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The world building is extremely good. Story shows a lot of potential. Can’t wait for the update.
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Well…the game is seemingly setting Ehren (and probably Avia) and mc up to end up on different sides. My mc would rather kiss than fight though…particularly since he’s actually far worse at fighting than Ehren.
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I’m not sure we would end up fighting especially if the mc told him what that monster did to mum
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Has the update been posted?
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Not yet! Aiming to post later tonight, when done with work.
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Maybe, maybe not, however consider that the mc does actually seem to have a demon inside them now and will likely have some sort of reputation when we see Ehren again. So the question is, at that point would Ehren see his old childhood friend, or would he just see a monster wearing the mc’s flesh?
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How did I miss this, all I can say is I love what I have read so far, looking forward to reading more, think my MC will be more conflicted after the storm, but is still going to refuse to kill and try to help others if they can.
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Will there be a save system?
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