The Man of Death

The Man of Death

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WpMetadataReadConcluida sáb, abr 26, 2025<5 mins
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I know why I feel this way, I just don't think it's good enough. I feel like I have no one even though I know I do. It's pathetic but I think it's because I don't have the one person that brought me out of this anymore. Without them I'm just drifting. I have been ever since I fucked everything up with them. Some might be triggered by this. I just don't want anyone to hurt like I am right know so be careful.
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When you're left with a dead body in your kitchen and there's only one man you can call. The man you hate more than anything. With nobody else to turn to, you're stuck doing this under his terms. ••• "You just love to piss me off don't you?" His jaw ticks as he leans down towards me. "I don't really give a fuck about you Kain. I was just trying to have some fun before you went and ruined my night." "Oh you knew exactly what you were doing. I don't buy anything else for a second. You saw me. You knew you were pissing me off and you pushed me further. Well Drea, you pushed too fucking hard."

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