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Literally the Worst Thing Ever CHP 3Literally the Worst Thing Evershamefully by khy paulkWhy is this still happening.Chapter 3The next few days in the carraige were tense and slow. Very little was spoken between the two men, despite Autticus' occasional verbal jabs at Raos, wanting for a reaction out of the redhead. All he would get were frequently huffs, a small underhanded comment, or just plain silence. The drakken tried desperately to block out the situation at hand, the person he was crammed into this tiny, unneccessarily lavish prison with. He kept the idea that someone back in Biskum would catch on to the strange nature of their noble's disappearance and maybe start looking.He held the most faith in Lloyd and his smarts. The old doctor knew more about Autticus and his strange obsession with the lone Erostoana heir than anybody else. Nobody had gotten quite as close to the madman and actually come out alive, so he had to know a great deal of the mad lord's manipulation and lies, or at l
Literally the Worst Thing Ever CHP 2Literally the Worst Thing Ever. Shamefully by Khy Paulk.Jesus christ it isn't over yet.Chapter 2Waking up was in no way pleasant for Raos. As he came to, the anxiety and fear of his capture was still fresh in his mind, and made him jolt awake. His eyes snapped open and he registered the man dressed completely in white in front of him, his gaze fixated like usual. A scream ripped through Raos' throat and he attempted to make a grab at the carraige door. At this point, he discovered his hands had been tied, and a length of cloth stretched across his mouth to muffle his cries.Calmly, quietly, almost bemused, Autticus' soft, airy voice cut through the distressed whimpers and scramblings that came from his captive."Nobody can hear you. We're alone. You're mine now." he assured, reaching a hand up to push up his half moon glasses up the bridge of his nose. Autticus' lips twisted into a familiar, eerie smile that brought a strange peace to his usuall
Literally the Worst Thing Ever CHP1Literally the Worst Thing Ever.shamefully by khy paulkWelcome to Literally the Worst Thing Ever. The cumulatively worst peice of writing I'll do. A remake of a gay porn fic I wrote three years ago. You might ask yourself how in the world I'm going to manage the unsurmountable task of making that into a somehow worse product. All I can say as of right now, is I'll do what I can.For the sake of the fact there is supposed to be some vague story happening here, this will all be accurately labeled and such, you'll be adequately warned if some weirdness is about to happen to you, and a summary will be posted in the description. Chapter 1Raos tapped his fingers against the polished wooden surface of the desk in front of him. While sitting around and doing nothing was pretty much his job, it didn't make it any less uneventful. He would straighten his parchments, maybe adjust a pen or so, but mostly, it was just a fight to keep his eyelids from closing on him
Literally the Worst Thing Ever PROLOGUELiterally the Worst Thing Ever. by Khy Paulk.PrologueAutticus had feebly laid across his bed, his face buried into lavish sheets and full pillows. Though he was surrounded by so many comforts, he continuously found himself plagued by visions, by psychotic episodes and sleepless evenings wrought with nightmares.Ever since the loss of his wife, he found he could keep less and less of a grip on himself, on rational decision and impulse control. It wasn't long before the title "Lord Autticus the Mad" was bestowed upon him, and became his telling moniker. His quick temperment and frequently cruel mannerisims earned him the fear of the very people he'd been appointed to lead.Even with all his aggression, he still wouldn't tire. Only become as angry as he did before, and settle into a sad, anguished ghost of the terrifying man who might have been threatening your life the day before. Naturally, he needed a focus. Something to keep this insanity pinpointed.That so