The Saintess Is Broken (1)

My head is foggy.

My thoughts kept going, then breaking off in places.

Like a film with missing frames.

I knew this phenomenon all too well.

My body was saturated with drugs.

It wasn't a particularly strong dose.

If it had been, I wouldn't have been able to keep thinking like this.

If they'd deliberately pumped me full of something truly potent, only fragmented emotions and disjointed thoughts would remain.

I would have become a broken doll.

……This was, well...