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The sharp smell of urine filled the air. Oh, for fuck’s sake. That was a custom-made leather chair.

only a psychotic billionaire would say his SECRET TORTURE AND DEATH ROOM "didn't contain anything except basic office furniture" and then go on to complain about vintage mahogany and custom-made leather chairs being ruined while he is STABBING AND KILLING PEOPLE

An inhuman howl ripped through the room while I frowned at the blood pooling on the vintage mahogany. Perhaps I should’ve done this on a less expensive surface, but alas, it was too late.

the more i read, the more i feel like i'm descending into madness

Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn’t just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died.

r u ok hun

Nothing cleansed the soul like a good cyber rampage.

lol

I waited until the door shut behind them before I activated the device. I couldn’t hear the footage, but I could hear the boom in my head as his car exploded into flames.

dude just planted a car bomb, what is even going on right now

Black had always been my favorite color. Silent. Deadly. Impenetrable. I felt at home in it, like shadows merging with the inky wells of night.

cheer up, emo kid