Unduemamaktonia (First Edition)
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Publication Date: 26/9/2022
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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“I̯̥ ̻ͅh͎̮͉a̹̰ve ͕̘̘c̞̤̟om̥e b̪a̙̺̣c͕k f͍̮͚r̤̯o̦̱͖m̦̘̰ th̰e “d͉͎̣e͎̜̤a̲d”, f͙ro̥̗͇m w͈̟he̬̖r͉e͈̹͎ yo̙͍u̥̺ t͙͈h̬r̫o̥w̙̖ m̩e̥̥̫ ̬to͉͈ me̩et͇̫̼ my de̻̭m̘ise ̜b̮e̳̼tw̥̼een bu͈rn̺̪ͅin̙g ͔̦̟fl͙͓a̻̟̜m̟̞̼e̱s̺͔̦ an͉̬d̺͖ coe̜rc̦̤͓ivẹ a̹c̜͓͖id͈̤͚s, t̤̼o̫ ͍̜ẖͅa͓u͔̫ṋt y̖o̼̗u̲͎,̙ t͙̳o̙ ̹̼̠c̦̞h͚̬͇ase͚͔͕ ̪̹̹yo̞͙ṵ̝ͅ,̮ t̟͉̝o̯ͅ ͖̻̬m͚a̙k͎̳e̗͈̞ ͙͎ͅyour̩͍ ̹ever̪͔̹y mo͇͉m̱e͚͍̖nt ̗o̹̙ͅf̜͖ your̭ e͇͓̬x̱iṣ̣̫tence͕ ̹͖th͓͚̘e̳̜ l̘̹iv̱̘ing̣͎-̙̥͙ẖḙ͓ll yo̬u̺ ma̭̭͙d̟̭̹e ̦̺ͅm͓̘i̙n͚̬̥ḛ.̗̻”̪͎̣
- Arson, Endomamaktonia (2022)
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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Mothers are naturally the most beautiful souls that roamed the Earth. They come to earn this title of pride via one method, giving birth. The process of birthing life into this forsaken world is one characterized and known throughout human civilizations as one that no other can amount to the pain it presents to the mother-to-be. Birthing life can cost the bearer’s life in some if not many cases. To string a soul out of another soul, is a deed of the most vicious nature in terms of its aghast suffering to finally have this new soul inhale the same air as we do.
This very deed, although a call for celebration for many, caused some to fall into the darkness of their most horrible inner demons, depression. Some of these mothers hate and loathe the creation they bored out, to the point that insanity finds a way to seep through their minds, make them see this result of what was seemingly an endless torment to be unworthy of existence in this realm of similarly functioning species. Thusly, they take it upon themselves to end what they began, what they give life into, what they created, with our own hatred.
One prime example of this is none other than poor, little Jihan's biological mother, but we should not refer to that sad excuse of a human as a mother. A mother, as a certain proverb from a land in the middle of what others could only assume it to be a wasteland, states the following, the mother is not one who gave birth, but the one who raised the child. And so, with that in mind, that woman can never be anywhere close to being a mother, not to Jihan, nor to any of her other children.
After the events that morphed Arson into her current shape that those she is indebted to like to call murder machine from the flames of betrayal and so called honor of a broken, destructed family, Arson is now face to face with who should have been a mother to her once upon a single time, should have been her shielded and armor from every monster. However, she is the one who rejoiced at her daughter’s misery, entertaining her twisted self with inflicting irreversible damage to the child, she is the one who let monsters eat her daughter’s flesh. But, most importantly, she is the commander that gave the word to end Arson’s previous "life".
The flames ignited by the abhorrent forms of abuse Jihan was subjected to day and night, neglect only the walls knew of, torture that can make stones bleed, imprisonment that drained her sanity, and brain washing that left her without any sign of belonging to the human domain, these flames that engulfed her for years upon years are far more greater than that the name Arson signifies. Or, perhaps, it is not, and the flames that created Arson was equal to that which stripped Jihan of her whole being and everything she was, or dreamed from now and than that she was. No one can ever tell, because no one can decipher her experiences, her feelings, her aching desire to be like everyone else, even if it is only in one of her rarely visiting and quickly crushed dreams. There's no sensation left in her heart but anger, there's no wish she seeks but vengeance, there's no temptation that can satisfy her but the screams and cries of the one who made her tears roll like waterfalls and her voice be lost in vain-full screams.
This long-awaited meeting can only end in one way, and no other. There are no choices to pick from anymore, they all turned into ashes, just like this mother turned her own child into one herself. What is left of Jihan has been forever lost, and now Arson cannot be saved as well, not anymore, not anymore.
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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▒⍣⊵⍣▒Arson’s fire is ablaze, and nothing can extinguish the irreversible damage that deformed her soul and heart, way before her body became a living gallery of her mother’s sins. Get your copy of this 123 pages, psychological horror, thriller, suspense, mystery novel and be a witness to the crime, to the vendetta, to the righteous sentence each of them claim the other deserve!!▒⍣⊴⍣▒
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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⚠【WARNING:】⚠
-This ebook features adult contents unsuitable for the younger audience, as well as profanity. Please do NOT proceed with the purchase if you are NOT 23 years old or above, to ensure that your frontal lobe is well-developed and able to process the themes of this ebook.
-This ebook features and discusses extreme themes about physical, verbal, emotional, mental abuse, as well as sexual assault, suicide, suicidal ideation, imprisonment, isolation, child neglect, insanity, losing self-control, depression, postpartum depression, honor killing, filicide, parricide, sororicide, fratricide, arson, violence and torture. Please do NOT proceed with the purchase if any of these themes make you uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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Copyright © 2022 by Ahad Alzahrani. All right reserved.
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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“I̯̥ ̻ͅh͎̮͉a̹̰ve ͕̘̘c̞̤̟om̥e b̪a̙̺̣c͕k f͍̮͚r̤̯o̦̱͖m̦̘̰ th̰e “d͉͎̣e͎̜̤a̲d”, f͙ro̥̗͇m w͈̟he̬̖r͉e͈̹͎ yo̙͍u̥̺ t͙͈h̬r̫o̥w̙̖ m̩e̥̥̫ ̬to͉͈ me̩et͇̫̼ my de̻̭m̘ise ̜b̮e̳̼tw̥̼een bu͈rn̺̪ͅin̙g ͔̦̟fl͙͓a̻̟̜m̟̞̼e̱s̺͔̦ an͉̬d̺͖ coe̜rc̦̤͓ivẹ a̹c̜͓͖id͈̤͚s, t̤̼o̫ ͍̜ẖͅa͓u͔̫ṋt y̖o̼̗u̲͎,̙ t͙̳o̙ ̹̼̠c̦̞h͚̬͇ase͚͔͕ ̪̹̹yo̞͙ṵ̝ͅ,̮ t̟͉̝o̯ͅ ͖̻̬m͚a̙k͎̳e̗͈̞ ͙͎ͅyour̩͍ ̹ever̪͔̹y mo͇͉m̱e͚͍̖nt ̗o̹̙ͅf̜͖ your̭ e͇͓̬x̱iṣ̣̫tence͕ ̹͖th͓͚̘e̳̜ l̘̹iv̱̘ing̣͎-̙̥͙ẖḙ͓ll yo̬u̺ ma̭̭͙d̟̭̹e ̦̺ͅm͓̘i̙n͚̬̥ḛ.̗̻”̪͎̣
- Arson, Endomamaktonia (2022)
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○✧
Mothers are naturally the most beautiful souls that roamed the Earth. They come to earn this title of pride via one method, giving birth. The process of birthing life into this forsaken world is one characterized and known throughout human civilizations as one that no other can amount to the pain it presents to the mother-to-be. Birthing life can cost the bearer’s life in some if not many cases. To string a soul out of another soul, is a deed of the most vicious nature in terms of its aghast suffering to finally have this new soul inhale the same air as we do.
This very deed, although a call for celebration for many, caused some to fall into the darkness of their most horrible inner demons, depression. Some of these mothers hate and loathe the creation they bored out, to the point that insanity finds a way to seep through their minds, make them see this result of what was seemingly an endless torment to be unworthy of existence in this realm of similarly functioning species. Thusly, they take it upon themselves to end what they began, what they give life into, what they created, with our own hatred.
One prime example of this is none other than poor, little Jihan's biological mother, but we should not refer to that sad excuse of a human as a mother. A mother, as a certain proverb from a land in the middle of what others could only assume it to be a wasteland, states the following, the mother is not one who gave birth, but the one who raised the child. And so, with that in mind, that woman can never be anywhere close to being a mother, not to Jihan, nor to any of her other children.
After the events that morphed Arson into her current shape that those she is indebted to like to call murder machine from the flames of betrayal and so called honor of a broken, destructed family, Arson is now face to face with who should have been a mother to her once upon a single time, should have been her shielded and armor from every monster. However, she is the one who rejoiced at her daughter’s misery, entertaining her twisted self with inflicting irreversible damage to the child, she is the one who let monsters eat her daughter’s flesh. But, most importantly, she is the commander that gave the word to end Arson’s previous "life".
The flames ignited by the abhorrent forms of abuse Jihan was subjected to day and night, neglect only the walls knew of, torture that can make stones bleed, imprisonment that drained her sanity, and brain washing that left her without any sign of belonging to the human domain, these flames that engulfed her for years upon years are far more greater than that the name Arson signifies. Or, perhaps, it is not, and the flames that created Arson was equal to that which stripped Jihan of her whole being and everything she was, or dreamed from now and than that she was. No one can ever tell, because no one can decipher her experiences, her feelings, her aching desire to be like everyone else, even if it is only in one of her rarely visiting and quickly crushed dreams. There's no sensation left in her heart but anger, there's no wish she seeks but vengeance, there's no temptation that can satisfy her but the screams and cries of the one who made her tears roll like waterfalls and her voice be lost in vain-full screams.
This long-awaited meeting can only end in one way, and no other. There are no choices to pick from anymore, they all turned into ashes, just like this mother turned her own child into one herself. What is left of Jihan has been forever lost, and now Arson cannot be saved as well, not anymore, not anymore.
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○✧
▒⍣⊵⍣▒Arson’s fire is ablaze, and nothing can extinguish the irreversible damage that deformed her soul and heart, way before her body became a living gallery of her mother’s sins. Get your copy of this 123 pages, psychological horror, thriller, suspense, mystery novel and be a witness to the crime, to the vendetta, to the righteous sentence each of them claim the other deserve!!▒⍣⊴⍣▒
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ✧○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○ꊞ○✧
⚠【WARNING:】⚠
-This ebook features adult contents unsuitable for the younger audience, as well as profanity. Please do NOT proceed with the purchase if you are NOT 23 years old or above, to ensure that your frontal lobe is well-developed and able to process the themes of this ebook.
-This ebook features and discusses extreme themes about physical, verbal, emotional, mental abuse, as well as sexual assault, suicide, suicidal ideation, imprisonment, isolation, child neglect, insanity, losing self-control, depression, postpartum depression, honor killing, filicide, parricide, sororicide, fratricide, arson, violence and torture. Please do NOT proceed with the purchase if any of these themes make you uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.
ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ
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Copyright © 2022 by Ahad Alzahrani. All right reserved.