β The cold metal of Benito's gun pressed to my temple didn't combat the rage that filled my chest. How in the fuck did I get here? I didn't know, and I didn't care. In the end, I'd survive like I always did by killing everyone else around me.
"Say I do," Benito said. β
They are a perfect match made in hell π€π!
— Apr 12, 2026 01:29AM
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