"Barnaby, please," I pleaded, sinking to my knees. "Just... do one bad thing. Knock over a vase? Say a mildly rude word? Call a squirrel 'silly'?"
"Exactly!" I groaned, pacing the cold stone floor. "My ‘situation’—this curse—requires me to maintain a 'Corruption Level' of at least 75%. If I drop into the 'Good' range, the seal on my heart snaps and I turn into a decorative garden statue. To stay alive, I have to corrupt you." Due to My New Situation- I Have to Corrupt My F...
The "corruption" isn't for fun; it's a desperate survival tactic against a truly evil setting or family. Emotional Weight: "Barnaby, please," I pleaded, sinking to my knees
by Penelope Douglas —or as a prompt for personal narratives about shifting morals. " I pleaded