So I had to struggle a bit harder while speaking: "Hey, just because you have been caught in the hands of some creep doesn't mean you have to force other guys into it. I don't even know you, bitch. Besides, don't you feel bad for messing with a kid?"
Now, I could only think about these random things to make her delay her curse; otherwise, before I could summon my creeps in this world, she would make a wooden doll of me, and I wasn't interested in anything else other than my revenge.
But instead of slowing the curse, this bitch started laughing and began to glare at me in a pretty cold way. Seeing it, I felt that maybe I again pressed a wrong button, and now it was time for me to say bye-bye!
And soon, I felt those creeps again, starting to chant strange chants, while some strange needles started to pass from my body, and the sensation of pain began to echo in my mind. This bitch—to think that her curse was literally the traditional black magic or voodoo doll!
Damn, this was the screwed-up thing, and that bitch who was calling her my mother a few moments back began to take out strange kinds of iron nails with a little hammer. Now I was sure that this bitch was really up to no good, so I spoke in panic to this bitch who was smirking while digging nails in my body: "Hey, woman, stop this mess. I don't even remember ever seeing you before" Think for a sec, why the fuck are you even trying to hit me?"
Hearing my words, I felt that my needles and nails started to get more painful and began to rotate, while tearing my flesh. She spoke in a frustrated tone: "Brat, you aren't innocent; you are also one of them, those sick bastards who ruined my life for their sickness.
I was a mere kid when those creeps dragged me from my streets to this sickness. I was a naive kid who thought that she could help the person in front of her.
But those bastards took advantage of a child's naivety and pulled her into their such sick game, forcing an average kid into such sick play that I can't even escape, no matter how hard I try!"
Well, her story was feeling pretty sad, and I was also feeling quite sorry for her, but more for me, that I had to bear fucking nails in my entire body. This bitch wasn't even trying to lower the pace, and people called me cruel.
Even now I couldn't feel anything for either of my creeps, that dumb Vardhan; those assholes; or that fucking bastard Piku. Where the fuck were they even? Here I was, fighting for my soul, and all those beggar-like creeps were nowhere even seen
But I was clearly feeling that if I didn't escape this mess, then I wouldn't ever be able to escape this shit, so I began to focus on breaking free from this creepy world while screaming, "What do you mean, witch? Speak clearly. Don't fuck with me with riddles. First of all, I am nobody's partner, and second, why the fuck are you blaming me for those assholes?"
Now in my panic, I was even acting stupid, like I literally knew that after being in such a state, most of the spirits lose their rationality, and they only find bloodlust as their only medium of survival, and here I was struggling to make her hear my words.
But there was no use in it, as I could feel the screws were literally piercing my real body parts; instead of sticking to this doll's body, it was damaging my real body, and I could feel something warm was dripping from those nails.
So it was quite clear how much I was screwed today, but it was really a shame for a person like me, who even managed to clash with the king of spirits, to be struggling with such a puny curse, but there was nothing puny about this curse.
As those chants were breaking my focus again and again, no matter how hard I was trying to summon Vardhan or that Piku, I wasn't even feeling the slightest bit of their energies; all I could feel were these insane energies from these chants.
And even these sick needles were trying to ruin my hope of survival, so I had pretty little belief in everything around me, but in the moment, I was thinking that there might not be another way to escape this shit.
I heard a voice: "Speak, do you need my mortal?" Hearing this voice, I realized that there wasn't a way for me to die easily; on one side, this bitch was spreading her ass, and on the other side, that bastard was trying to act as a god.
But I knew neither of these people was trustworthy, so I could only think about digging deeper in this mess, so I spoke in a pretty forced, scared tone: "Mom, save me. I am getting insane by these voices. Tell them to stop these now. I am feeling way too shaky due to these chants. Tell them to stop it. Ahhh!"
Well, hearing my words, all of them were looking way too shocked; even the bitch who summoned me in this sick realm was staring at me blankly, while that woman who was declaring me as her son had tears of joy in her eyes, and she began to shut up those bastards, who were chanting those annoying chants.
Damn, surely I lied to her, but there was no other way for me, and I couldn't just let these random suckers get on my nerves, but seeing this woman's such genuine expression, I was really forced to wonder about this mess. Like, why was she this happy to hear "Mom" from my lips? Surely this was getting creepier by every moment, and the shadiest people I was feeling in this scenario were these wicked assholes, who were chanting these strange chants.