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Segregate has a minion!

Rendered the Soapoid

Segregate
Legacy Name: Segregate

The

Nightmare Bhakoru
Owner:

Seiryuu

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 4 days

Born: October 31st, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 6 months, 4 days ago

Adopted: October 31st, 2011

Statistics

Level: 3
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Now, ancient people found their clothes got cleaner if they washed them at a certain spot in the river. You know why?

He had been a pretty normal guy. He got ready in the morning, fought through rush hour traffic, worked nine to five and headed home. Spending his time watching movies, he had become somewhat of a recluse. His friends slowly stopped socializing with him. There were worlds to be discovered in the depths of cinematography.

No.

He’d always been attracted to larger woman. It was not the idea of the soft, malleable flesh that excited him, no. It wasn’t how well she put herself together, or how hard she worked. It was deeper than that; it was what was under the skin that counted.

Human sacrifices were once made on the hills above this river. Bodies burnt, water speeded through the wood ashes to create lye.

His attraction came to an impasse as he watched this particular movie. This movie caught in his mind. It dug in its talons, razor-sharp and cruel, and refused to leave him. The more he thought about it, the more his attraction was reshaped and perverted. He knew what he wanted more than anything.

This is lye - the crucial ingredient. The lye combined with the melted fat of the bodies, till a thick white soapy discharge crept into the river. May I see your hand, please?

She had been his. He had found his niche. He learned how to speak and act with such confidence that no woman could turn him down. He was pleasant, kind and knew when to lay on the comments and when to hold back. She had been easy to engage and quick to trust.

What is this?

She never expected her death. Bled and burnt like a sacrifice to the Gods, her fat taken and rendered. She had been the first, but she was not the last. No.

This... is chemical burn.

He sells soap nowadays. The best soap on the market. The only thing that tarnishes his perfect business air is the scars from some unfortunate woman’s nails that track his arms and the chemical burn that mars the back of his hand.

Heavily influenced by Fight Club.
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