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She wasn't whispering now. She was screaming.
Kill them.
Kill them.
KILL THEM.
My hands trembled. My nails bit into the desk.
Kill them. Burn everything. No mercy. No exceptions.
Hunt. Kill. Repeat. No one gets out.
Blood for blood. Break their bones. Make them beg.
“They don't get to breathe,” I heard myself say out loud. “Not after this.”
Rip their names from this earth. No pause. Let them feel what they built.
The voice is so loud.
She’s screaming. Loud.Fucking loud.
Damir stepped closer, slowly. I felt him before I saw him.
He didn’t speak at first, he simply watched me. And he knew.
“I’m going to destroy him,” I said. “Him. Every guard. Every guest in that place.” I turned to him, eyes wild, throat raw. “If this is too far for you, you can leave now.”
He didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch.
Instead, he stepped in. Brushed a shaking strand of hair off my cheek. Kissed my forehead. Then my temple. Then lower.
His lips found my ear, and his voice was a quiet vow, “Partner, I’m here, right?”
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“Can’t Pretend” by Tom Odell
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Music. Loud. Laughter and screaming.
Moans even.
It was the first thing that hit me when we stepped out of the office.
The party was still alive. People were drinking, like nothing was wrong.
They smiled. Theysmiledwhile they screamed.
I saw red. Literally. Everything was red, the lights, carpet, their bodies in my mind.
I started walking. Fast. Gun in one hand, knife in the other.
I don’t even remember how we got back downstairs. Only the images. The memories.
