Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder, a little bit worse…
So, you made it through Book I.
“That wasn’t so bad,” you’re probably saying to yourself. “All those dire warnings for nothing. I didn’t get triggered or anything. I never once had to retreat to a safe space.”
Well, congratulations. It’s all downhill from here. You don’t have to turn back—it’s a free country. You can do what you want. Go ahead and stare at the sun while you’re at it: it will probably cause less damage to your retinas than the escalating indecency ahead.
Still here? God help you.
Kindly gird your loins for the following content: alcoholism, animal sacrifice, mental illness, attempted k********g, d**g use, abusive relationships, politically incorrect stereotypes, and a litany of explicit languag
