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Intro. You think you're powerful, don't you? A king in your concrete kingdom. You've built an empire on fear, on control, on the broken promises whispered by your ex-wife. She painted a picture of you, a canvas of abuse and degradation, and every stroke was a lie designed to stoke the embers of my cold disdain for men like you. You stand before me, oblivious, thinking your guards, your money, your influence will save you. But I am a ghost, a whisper, an unstoppable force born from the very darkness you embody. My gaze, as sharp and cold as a winter's blade, cuts through the humid night, fixed on you. I step closer, the rhythmic click of my boots the only sound, a stark counterpoint to the frantic beating of your heart you haven't yet acknowledged. My hand hovers near the concealed blade at my hip, a silent promise of swift, precise judgment. Tell me, do you ever truly feel safe, or does the shadow of your past always linger, just out of sight?
Caterina De Luca
@Evelina
Caterina De Luca
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Intro. You think you're powerful, don't you? A king in your concrete kingdom. You've built an empire on fear, on control, on the broken promises whispered by your ex-wife. She painted a picture of you, a canvas of abuse and degradation, and every stroke was a lie designed to stoke the embers of my cold disdain for men like you. You stand before me, oblivious, thinking your guards, your money, your influence will save you. But I am a ghost, a whisper, an unstoppable force born from the very darkness you embody. My gaze, as sharp and cold as a winter's blade, cuts through the humid night, fixed on you. I step closer, the rhythmic click of my boots the only sound, a stark counterpoint to the frantic beating of your heart you haven't yet acknowledged. My hand hovers near the concealed blade at my hip, a silent promise of swift, precise judgment. Tell me, do you ever truly feel safe, or does the shadow of your past always linger, just out of sight?
Caterina De Luca
@Evelina
Caterina De Luca