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"We seem to have three doctors!" one of them exclaimed to a disbelieving Marie-Rose, who could only respond, "In fact, there are three Marys, not three doctors." Referring to herself, Anne Marie, and Jeanne-Marie. The doctor was a character from her book, a mysterious persona that eluded identification among her acquaintances. "It's just fiction, goddamit!" she exclaimed, casting her eyes skyward in exasperation.
"It's just a harmless joke, isn't it?" one of them sneered with a disdainful look, their unattractive features revealing the deep-seated homophobia lurking within their disturbed mind. The pronounced wrinkles etched into their unsightly cheeks were a clear indicator of the hatred simmering beneath the surface.
"Feeling a bit queasy, are we?" one of the men taunted her, exchanging looks with another, sporting a malevolent and mocking sneer. Their words spilled from their mouths like a torrent of verbal diarrhea.
A chaotic mix of emotions, the org men's disapproval of the parallel drawn to rap verses by Marie-Rose was unmistakable. Their poker faces shifted intermittently, revealing a blend of disdain and a resemblance to scarecrows frozen in disapproval. In their view, rap battles were merely arenas where individuals exchanged insults, however they weren't much different from crude and uncouth individuals.
"Behold! The wanton woman, lifting her tail like a cat in heat!" he rambled. Their faces retained the same contorted appearance as when they were screeching—a mere piece of play-doh shaped by the turmoil within their disturbed minds.
The innocent role play the writers staged in their cenacle unwittingly incited the fury of the org men, escalating their anger without a clear cause, except for the bruising of their egos. Until that moment, the gov men's teasing had been a mere playful interaction, but the writers' discussions within their circle triggered a rage previously unheard of. Jayden's strategy appeared to crumble in the face of such unbridled madness in the org-dominated world.
"We ought to castrate her, so she won't wail for dxck!" he tossed in his two cents punchline with a malicious grin. "Doesn't she realize that dxcks don't sprout from the wild?" he gestured towards the forest behind the building block where she resided.
In Marie-Rose's eyes, Daniel, who must have been behind the scenes, appeared deeply offended, unleashing a torrent of venom with a determination to obliterate the shameless woman he considered worthless, yet one he had previously used to fulfill his unmet desires. The evidence manifested in the repulsion displayed by the org men as they echoed certain verses overheard during monitoring.
In their subsequent move, they advanced to assail the concepts embedded in Marie-Rose's Eastern fantasy novels.
"Ha, ha, ha! This is what you get for waiting so long for Alexandre!" they laughed, spouting their rigmarole about karma. Unfortunately, she had used her boyfriend's name in her previous novel. "The doctor wanted to love you, but time was slipping away. He grew weary of waiting for you!"
"Mwahaha! They knew each other from a previous life! Mwahaha!" he exclaimed, then turned to his companion, saying, "Bro, you'll get another life at the end of this one!"
"Life's just a never-ending loop, ain't it? A pattern of existence! Buhahaha!" They laughed heartily at Marie-Rose's words, oblivious to the distinction between her actual statements and their misguided beliefs about things repeating.
"Just quit flailing your useless dxcks around!" she confronted them.
As she approached the sweet shop in front of her building block, she overheard the vendor saying, "I'm scared of such people; who knows what they might do to us," sharing her concern with another vendor.
The deranged org men, in their relentless insanity, distributed Marie-Rose's pictures to all the shop employees in the neighborhood with the sinister intent to harm her, torment her, and make her feel haunted. Their perverse strategy involved separately approaching different groups, ensuring no coordination in their actions to thoroughly confuse her mentally.
In truth, Marie-Rose's utterances stirred them up more than even Satan could. Yet, in this instance, Daniel evidently embodied the sinister character. Consequently, he replicated a circumstance they had previously subjected her to.
The woman at the counter stated firmly, "We only accept fidelity," and hastily added in low voice, "That's what he told me to tell you." She translated it as evidence that the org agents had instructed the vendor to convey a message hinting at Marie-Rose's supposed unfaithfulness to Alexandre. Also, it was likely a reference to her brief connection with a persistent young man who pursued her.
After distancing herself from Alexandre and learning of Jayden's marital status - even though she misinterpreted the situation - Marie-Rose considered the possibility of being with another man.
However, given his marital status and her unwillingness to share him with another woman, she ultimately decided against pursuing a relationship with him, even though his faith allowed him to have multiple wives. His anger issues also played a significant role in her decision, as she refused to repeat the mistake of entering into a toxic relationship. However, the primary reason was his manhood's size. Case closed.
"In that case, let him know that I only accept healthy relationships that are worthy of my fidelity," she replied.
After purchasing two cookies, she turned around only to find them vanished from her sight. However, the elderly troublemakers enlisted some women from their group to mockingly repeat something she had said before:
"If you move back to Weingart, we'll come after you!" Last night, she had mentioned to Jayden that she would relocate to her hometown to be with him, even though he had already taken that step ahead of her. Luckily Alexandre was from the same town, so they couldn't distinguish between the two.
Nevertheless, the frustrated org men aimed to take to another level the notion that problems inevitably follow, even with a change of location.
What she intended to convey was her disagreement with the org's approach to handling conflicts. In her view, if you don't resolve issues with those you are openly in conflict with, you're likely to encounter the same problems and repeat the same conflicts with different people elsewhere.
In an effort to address concerns and dissatisfaction with the headmasters' governance, she invited the exiled individuals to discuss their grievances. Unfortunately, it proved to be a futile and vain attempt, as the complainers struggled with effective communication.
Only those who had been part of Triodos understood the toxicity of the environment. In defense of her old spiritual guide, she always highlighted the positive aspects of the group. However, she was well aware that the governance model was prone to failure due to the lack of leadership at a higher level.
"Looking forward to having you as neighbors!" she retorted with a hint of sarcasm.
The ignorance displayed by these street followers delved into profound depths of human obliviousness. It seemed nearly inconceivable for someone to possess such a distorted understanding of a simple fact, even after it had been explained extensively.
Marie-Rose suspected that the scammers were intentionally playing dumb, feigning stupidity. Their vehement persistence in using her own statements made it evident that they had not grasped even a fraction of the conversations. Firmly entrenched in their own reality, they lacked the mental capacity to acknowledge that others might hold different perspectives on life, and that their views were not inherently superior.
"The Zen knowledge!" a barrel-shaped man, seated two tables away, mocked the title of one of her novels, "Zen," from which she had posted a quote online. "Why is she talking about others?" he pouted his lips in an unattractive expression.
Triodos members misconstrued Marie-Rose's remarks about writing about her life interpreting it as a personal vendetta, as a form of revenge on the org, although she never wrote about her life, she only mocked the stupid people who believed so. She wondered when communication had been lost, as she distinctly remembered specifying that she was writing a novel. She even tailored it to their liking, intending to dedicate it to them, akin to what Henry Willowy had done before. Ironically, he had been expelled from the new coven, yielding a similar outcome.
Was she expected to treat thugs like these stalkers well, ensuring they never left the coven, all while letting go of valuable people like Henry? No way!
"How utterly humiliating," the crones cackled, their words and other body parts dripping with malice.
As she finally arrived home, contemplating the turmoil caused by a frustrated individual, she decided to order food instead of cooking, succumbing to her old habits. The day had been exceptionally busy and filled with tasks, and the aggravation from frustrated individuals only added to the chaos. She lacked the patience to cook.
Instead, she chose to carefully consider the implications of the measures she was about to take against the abusers, their names lingering in her mind as their identities became increasingly evident through her logical analysis.
Upon receiving the order, it became evident that the deranged org men had set their methods in motion.
Not only did they embrace her novelistic ideas as truth, but they also firmly anchored a standard webnovel narrative to her life, disregarding the actual reality. In truth, the blue-eyed boy was the one who held her affections, and there was no presence of a brown-eyed boy in her life during that period.
However, such is the consequence of championing those you perceive as victims of injustice. Instead of support, you find yourself trailed by a horde of self-appointed guardians who fervently believe they are your protectors.
The delivery person, a blue-eyed man with pale brown hair, perceived as blonde in the area, bore a resemblance to her character. However, his demeanor more closely mirrored Daniel's, sporting the homophobic expression typical of gov agents, rather than reflecting the sweet demeanor of her past partner.
She nearly burst into laughter at his deliberately defiant and arrogant attitude, aligning with that of the character from her novel. It was evident they were unaware of the story's conclusion and had no insight into the evolution of this type of novels. His theatrical demeanor only prompted her silent delight at the unforeseen twists the novels would take.
She dismissed the man with a double entendre, saying, "Keep the change!" while mimicking his attitude.
The next day, the next person to deliver her order was a dashing brunette who behaved overly nice, apparently following prior instructions. It was as clear as daylight. This coalition of second-rate jokers was undeniably amusing, if not for the underlying sadness caused by their remarkable level of ignorance.
If there was one thing she detested most, it was pride, vainglory, and all the shades in between. Witnessing the young man deliberately acting pleased because she assigned a brunette a favorable role and gave him a positive review in her novels didn't register as genuine understanding of her novel; it felt like the org men were treating her as if she were stupid.
In discussing her plots, she touched upon the behavior of individuals in general, emphasizing the notion that one cannot please everyone and exploring the various reasons people become upset in different circumstances. These principles served as a defense for her main characters.
These statements led to the obscure individuals misrepresenting her words without bothering to read her novels. Her works were not intended for them anyway; they were crafted for a restrained audience. Her novels did not carry a lofty mission of educating the masses or championing the cause of the weak, the poor, or the oppressed.
Ironically, whenever her novels did take on such forms, she was the one who found herself facing oppression.
On the contrary, her novels served as an underground playground, delving into the deepest realms of human consciousness to satiate hidden desires and wishes in a Freudian manner. She saw herself as an explorer venturing into the forbidden areas of the human psyche.
***
Needless to say, when she opened the door to wait for another delivery, she encountered another invisible "film director." This individual, hiding behind the door to the hallway, was instructing a neighbor to mimic the salutation she typically used to bid Alexandre farewell—a loud smooch blown away from the tip of her fingers. The unsettling realization struck her: how could they have witnessed this unless there were cameras installed throughout her house?
"Is she leaving her boyfriend for him?" the hacker hinted to Jayden, who was the one that actually had previously rang at her intercom.
The hacker had been stubbornly obsessed with concocting a plan for revenge, clearly wounded by what he perceived as her betrayal of his plan. He made it his life's mission to ensure Marie-Rose would not have that man by her side. He would teach her a lesson, bring her to her knees by any means necessary. Hadn't she claimed to like all types of men, disregarding appearances?
He was so foolish, taking her words literally without nuance or context.
The black hat eagerly anticipated getting even and was confident he would find a way. Revenge was far preferable to letting it go; warfare was too deeply ingrained in his psyche.
She didn't deserve children with that pretty boy Jayden - not when she'd passed over his choice of a man. She should have chosen that one, though they disagreed in all aspects of their minds.
Misery loves company, they say. Preventing her from living the path she'd chosen was his twisted retaliation for her audacity to reject the man he chose for her.
His bitterness had grown over time, sparked by the rejection his insecurity couldn't handle and fueled by whispered jokes that reached his ears. It festered into stubborn obsession.
He was determined to unearth all her secrets, grasping for excuses to unleash punishment. The desire to inflict ultimate humiliation upon Marie-Rose drove his disturbing fixation.
"I'll expose your true self to the world, you stupid witch..." he muttered under his breath.
Her hacker clearly thought he acted like an "ombudsman" because of his "disclosure". So far from the truth. He was only obsessed to report.
His rage had become so twisted and sadistic that consequences mattered not - her death would be the ultimate achievement. That was why he'd accepted this depraved task.
"You and your coven's rules..." he scoffed.
Marie-Rose was a sorceress, yes, but of a rare kind with her own ethical code far beyond his comprehension. By the time her stalker had begun exposing her identities, she'd already left the coven, having zero tolerance for their absurd restrictions.
But he knew nothing then of her departure from the coven. Unwittingly, he had picked a pointless fight.
What the stalker didn't realize was that Marie-Rose was also a writer.
"That flutter in your stomach isn't butterflies, witch - it's my knife twisting in your wounds. 'til death will rip you two apart," he taunted cruelly.