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Heartless Heathens
Santana Knox
explicit language, death of a parent, trauma, gruesome death, suicide, traumatic adoption, fictional occultism, drug use, child abuse, anti-Christian rhetoric, neglect, fictional Satanic worship, gore, violence, vomiting, disembowelment, dismemberment, strangling, bodily mutilation, mutilation, bomb threat, group sex, sexual asphyxiation, dubious consent, physical assault, sexual assault, coerced, unprotected sex, light degradation, birth control, birth control, stretching, fisting, dvp, dp
Hey,
Over here.
No, look up.
Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of Notredame Parochial College. To most of the students I was just a myth.
An urban legend.
The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles.
Frollo’s secret
Then they showed up, those heathens. Outcasts, just like me. But these men aren’t just dangerous, they’re heartless. They won’t abide or bend to the rules of this deranged school and the secrets it keeps from the world.
Now that they’ve found me, they may never let me go. And maybe I wouldn’t want them to…
