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The Apocalypse Queen's Revenge
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00:00When the rusty boning knife sliced through the artery in my wrist, I felt no pain.
00:03All I felt was relief.
00:04It was year three of the scorching apocalypse.
00:06Global temperatures had locked in at 150 Fahrenheit
00:08because I had been too open about my doomsday prepping.
00:10My supplies were looted on day one.
00:12After that, my husband Dorian and his childhood sweetheart Mila kept me like lives.
00:15I had a rare type O negative blood type.
00:17In a world drained completely of water, my blood had become their most luxurious drink.
00:20Dorian swallowed the warm blood drawn from my wrist.
00:22He handed the remaining half bowl to Mila.
00:24I was sitting at that familiar mahogany conference table.
00:27Dorian slammed a divorce cement down in front of me.
00:28His face twisted with impatience.
00:30Ria, don't push your luck.
00:31I get the Riverview penthouse.
00:32You get that useless plot of land in the bunk docks.
00:34That's my final offer.
00:34If you keep dragging this out, Mila's gonna be upset.
00:36I glanced at the glowing screen of my phone.
00:37June 1, 2026.
00:38Exactly one month before the sun turned into death my throat.
00:41I thought about his prized went-wet house.
00:42The most expensive real estate in the city.
00:44All glass facade and panoramic.
00:45In the apocalypse?
00:46A 360 degree solar oven.
00:48Anyone trapped inside would be roasted into jerky within half a day.
00:50And the useless plot of land he'd casually tossed at me?
00:53Fine, I'll sign.
00:53I'm just so tired.
00:55I'm going to the mountains to farm.
00:56I hope I never see you two bastards again the rest of my life.
00:59Dorian exchanged a quick, triumphant look with Mila, who sat right beside him.
01:02They couldn't hide the wild Eccacy in their eyes.
01:04To them, a visit of divorce had driven Million Mansion for a pile of worthless dirt.
01:07The moment I sighed, fake sympathy all over her face.
01:10Don't blame Dorian, Ria.
01:11That land might be remote, but it's peaceful.
01:14It'll be nice for you to live alone.
01:16I ignored her, stood up, grabbed the car keys, and walked out.
01:19Outside, the midday sun hit hard.
01:21Never again would I be this stupid.
01:23My first priority wasn't a shopping spree, it was cash.
01:26I couldn't touch my accounts.
01:27Dorian was watching.
01:28Any large transfer and he'd pounce.
01:30I drove straight to the city's largest luxury consignment shop.
01:33My trunk was packed with Hermes bags, watches, and jewelry.
01:36I dumped it all on the counter like garbage.
01:38The owner's eyes went wide.
01:40Mrs. Calloway?
01:41I don't use that last name anymore, I cut him off.
01:44Liquidate it all, cash only, no wire transfers.
01:47You can lobot me by 20%, but I want the cash in hand within an hour and keep your mouth
01:50shut.
01:53Two hours later, I walked out with two black trash bags.
01:56Nearly $5 million in cash, enough for what I needed.
01:59I rented a beat-up, mud-spattered Ford cargo van.
02:01Tossed my heels, pulled on steel-toed boots and denim.
02:04I looked at my bare face in the rear-view mirror.
02:06In the hell that was coming, beauty was a sin.
02:08Being invisible was the only armor.
02:10Next stop, my fortress.
02:12The haunted dump everyone despised.
02:15Three hours of jarring dirt roads.
02:16The van stopped at the base of a barren mountain.
02:18Desolate, weeds and jagged rocks everywhere.
02:20Halfway up the slope, a rusted iron gate, the bunker entrance.
02:22I pushed the heavy doors in.
02:23A wave of damp, musty air slapped my face.
02:26Followed by the sound of rats, floors flooded with stagnant water and trash.
02:29Cobwebs in every corner.
02:30I turned on a heavy-duty flashlight and pressed on, ignoring the overpowering stench.
02:34This facility was built in the 1960s.
02:36Main structure was solid, reinforced concrete.
02:38Buried 60 feet underground.
02:40When global heat waves hit, it will become a natural refuge.
02:42I wrote a checklist, clear the mud, reinforce the doors, install ventilation filters, hoard
02:47supplies, every single task, grueling physical labor.
02:51I drove the van straight into the tunnel and locked the iron gates behind me.
02:54This was my home now.
02:56That night, I slept across the back seats, gnawing on stale bread.
02:59My phone buzzed, a social media post from Dorian.
03:01The photo showed him and Mila clinking wine glasses against the backdrop of massive floor-to-ceiling
03:05windows and dazzling city lights.
03:07The caption, finally, I've given my beloved a home.
03:09I couldn't help but smile slightly.
03:11Show off while you can.
03:12Those beautiful glass windows are going to become your death row.
03:15Soon enough, you'll be on your knees begging for an inch of shade and a single drop of water.
03:18In my past life, I witnessed people trading their own children for half a bottle of muddy
03:22water.
03:22Deep within the bunker, I found an abandoned mechanical well.
03:25I tied a thick rope around my waist, strapped on a headlamp, and slowly recuted down the
03:28shaft.
03:29The bottom was filled with rancid black sludge and the bones of dead rats.
03:32The suffocating stench almost made me gag.
03:34No help.
03:35No one around.
03:36I scooped the mud into a small bucket, climbed back up, dumped it, started a
03:39over.
03:40For three straight days, I worked like a coal miner, caked in black grime.
03:43Nails cracked off.
03:44Blisters tore open and bled on my palms.
03:46Every time I pulled that rope, my arms screamed, but I didn't dare to stop.
03:49I clearly remembered what it felt like, so thirsty that my throat was smoking, and my
03:52blood ran thick.
03:53By noon on the fourth day, I thrust my shovel down again.
03:55A stream of freezing liquid shot out and splashed my face.
03:58Groundwater.
03:59Muddy, gritty, but flowing.
04:00Real water.
04:01I collapsed at the bottom of the well, watching the water slowly rise.
04:04The icy chills seep through my skin, straight to my bone.
04:06I scooped up a handful of dirty water, and laughed until I cried.
04:09With this well, I had the capital to survive the end of the world.
04:11I climbed out and drove straight to an industrial hardware district.
04:14Avoided the big stores.
04:15Hit only the small shops on the outskirts.
04:17I bought the finest subvermitule pumps available.
04:18Massive quantities of activated carbon, corn sand.
04:21Claimed I was a buyer for a rural fish farm.
04:22Groundwater levels with filtration gear.
04:24I bought 50 massive plummet once the scorching really hit.
04:26I needed to hoard at least a three-year supply.
04:28Right now.
04:29With water secured, the next step was insulation.
04:31Being underground kept things cool, but when surface tempers rose too high, heat would inevitably
04:34seep through the earth.
04:35I couldn't insulate inside in any obvious way.
04:37It was too conspicuous.
04:38So I chose the clumsy, but safest method.
04:39Internal film.
04:40I drove my beat-up van through wholesale jubilding insulation and aluminum foil bubble
04:43crap.
04:43Cheap, light, but incredibly bulky.
04:45The van couldn't hold at all, so I made it trip after trip.
04:48For days, I worked like a tireless machine, hauling supplies by day, gluing panels to the
04:52walls by night.
04:53With no crew to help, I built my own scaffolding.
04:55Reaching the 15-foot ceilings was a nightmare.
04:57I fell twice, leaving my legs covered in ugly purple bruises.
05:00I went through hundreds of buckets of industrial adhesive.
05:02The chemicals burned through a layer of skin on my hands.
05:05But as I watched those damp, moldy walls disappear behind layers of gleaming silver foil, my
05:09chest swelled with pride.
05:10These weren't just walls.
05:11It was a shield against the reaper.
05:13External camouflage was even more critical.
05:15The bunker's air vents protruded halfway up the mountain.
05:17To hide them, I transplanted deadbrush, thorny vines.
05:20I also dumped piles of repulsive trash near the main entrance.
05:22Rotting furniture, stinking clothes, broken glass.
05:25I wanted anyone passing by to take one look, cover their nose, and walk away.
05:30I bought the finest submersible pumps available.
05:32Massive quantities of activated carbon, quion sand, get in my rural fish farm, a long
05:35water levels with filtration gear.
05:36I bought C-massive vestimus blasting really hit.
05:38I needed to hoard at least a three-year supply.
05:40Right now.
05:40Two weeks until the apocalypse.
05:42The infrastructure was done.
05:43Now it was time to fill the pantry.
05:44I still had a large chunk of cash left.
05:46I didn't go on a shopping spree at big supermarkets.
05:48That would trigger alerts.
05:49Instead, I drove hundreds of miles to rural counties and bought directly from farmers.
05:52All kinds of grain.
05:53Some even expired.
05:54Mung beans.
05:55You could eat them.
05:55And when things got desperate, you could sprout.
05:57During my final supply run, I passed a pharmacy, forcing Dorian to cut my flesh to nourish her.
06:03My face hardened.
06:04I walked inside and bought their entire stock.
06:07Iodine.
06:07Anti-inflammatories.
06:09Anti-iotics.
06:10Painkillers.
06:11For the construction crew?
06:12I bought thousands of tins of Spam and military-grade hardfill.
06:15I didn't care about gourmet.
06:16I only cared about calories.
06:17Every unloading trip pushed me to my limits.
06:19I have to carry 20 bags of grain at a time.
06:20The skin on my shoulders blistered, scabbed over, and tore open again.
06:23But watching those metal racks fill up, it gave me a high that a closet full of Berkey
06:26bags never could.
06:27During my final supply run, I passed a pharmacy, forcing Dorian to cut my flesh to nourish her.
06:33My face hardened.
06:34I walked inside and bought their entire stock.
06:37Iodine.
06:37Anti-inflammatories.
06:38Anti-iotics.
06:40Painkillers.
06:40For the construction crew.
06:41For the construction crew.
06:42As I walked out with my receipts, lightning suddenly fractured the sky.
06:47I knew it.
06:48The overture had begun.
06:50Three days until the heat wave hit.
06:52Code red heat warning issued.
06:54TV experts babbled about El Nino.
06:57Told people not to panic.
06:58Only I knew the temperature wouldn't come back down.
07:00Ever.
07:01I parked the van in the deepest recess of the bunker.
07:04Disconnected the battery.
07:06Backup storage unit.
07:07Then, final lockdown.
07:08I welded the original side doors shut with steel plates.
07:12One entrance left.
07:13The most hidden one.
07:14Three layers of defense.
07:16Line one.
07:17The camouflage trash pile.
07:18Line two.
07:19A fake wooden door lined with ballistic steel plate.
07:22Line three.
07:23The original 20-inch concrete blast door.
07:25I retrofitted the doors with manual mechanical locks on the blast door.
07:28No electronics.
07:29No vulnerability to power failure or brute force.
07:32I packed the ventilation shafts with dense activated carbon filters.
07:35Nothing from outside getting in.
07:36Then I fired up the diesel generator and rammed the deep-well pump.
07:39A low rumble.
07:41Groundwater surged through PVC pipes and poured into the storage tanks.
07:44I watched the water meters spin.
07:46My heart settled for the first time in weeks.
07:49I powered down my phone.
07:50Snapped the SIM card in half.
07:52From this moment on, Ria had officially vanished from society.
07:55I cooked pasta and fried two eggs.
07:57Full start.
07:58I lay back on my moisture-proof mat and listened to the wind hit the mountain.
08:02Tomorrow, the sun would bear its fans.
08:04I was ready.
08:05June 30th.
08:066am.
08:07It should have been a cool morning.
08:09But outdoor temp.
08:10113 degrees Fahrenheit.
08:12By noon, pavement hit 140 degrees Fahrenheit.
08:16Asphalt roads melted into black mire.
08:18Street trees wilted.
08:20Curled.
08:20Caught fire.
08:21Ambulance sirens wailed.
08:23Then went silent when the tires melted off the rims.
08:2560 feet underground.
08:26I watched it all on my monitors.
08:28Hidden solar cameras near the peak fed me a live feed.
08:31On the screens, the outside looked like footage shot through a blood-red filter.
08:35The air was warping.
08:36I could feel faint warmth even down here.
08:38But my thermometer held at 78 degrees Fahrenheit.
08:41I lounged in silk pajamas, holding a fresh white radish just pulled from the ground.
08:46It was juicy.
08:47That single bite made me sigh in pure contentment.
08:51I pulled up the satellite network on my backup phone.
08:54Social media was a war zone.
08:56Dorian was still posting.
08:57But his tone had violently shifted.
08:59Yesterday, steak and wine.
09:01Today, a panicked rant.
09:02What the hell is wrong with building management?
09:07AC is useless!
09:08Power's out!
09:10Is anyone fixing this?
09:12I pictured Mila's plastic-surgeried face warping and melting in the extreme heat.
09:17I felt absolutely nothing.
09:19This was only day one.
09:20The real show hadn't even started.
09:22Day three.
09:23The city's power grid collapsed entirely.
09:26Transformers blew across the skyline.
09:28A morbid fireworks display.
09:30No power, no water.
09:31For high-rise residents, that was a death sentence.
09:35Dorian called 17 times.
09:37I activated an old burner and answered.
09:39Ria!
09:40Where are you?
09:42Any water on that lot?
09:44So hot.
09:46Water.
09:47I took a slow sip of iced mint water.
09:49Then I dropped my voice into a raspy wheeze.
09:52I'm dying.
09:53So hot.
09:54So thirsty.
09:56Useless bitch!
09:58I knew I shouldn't have given you that land.
10:01I could have sold it for water!
10:04I pulled up a camera feed near his building.
10:06Mobs already smashing ground floor windows, looting everything.
10:09His penthouse was physically secure, for now.
10:12But without the elevator, descending in this heat meant death by dehydration.
10:16I looked at my hydroponic trays.
10:18Under purple LED lights, the lettuce was vibrant green.
10:21The drip irrigation system released one drop of nutrient solution every ten minutes.
10:24In the silence underground, it sounded like music.
10:27No rush.
10:28I had all the time in the world to watch them turn from humans into ghouls.
10:31Half a month passed.
10:32The surface was charcoal.
10:34Mountains in the distance.
10:36Black, smouldering tombs.
10:38Except for my spot.
10:39I had tried to hide it, but I had made one mistake.
10:42I'd covered the ventilation opening with dead grass,
10:45but the moisture venting up from underground turned that patch green again.
10:48Against a landscape of black ash, 2pm perimeter alarm.
10:52A civilian drone wobbled up from the valley below.
10:56Erratic flight.
10:56The pilot was clearly running on fumes.
10:59The camera circled, then locked onto that green patch.
11:02It rapidly descended for a closer look.
11:04My stomach dropped.
11:05I was exposed.
11:06Not by Dorian.
11:07By scavengers.
11:08In the apocalypse, green meant one thing.
11:11Water underneath.
11:13I stared at the monitor and reached under my pillow.
11:16My hand wrapped around the cold grip of my compound crossbow.
11:19If I couldn't hide, I had to silence them.
11:21On screen, the drone suddenly jerked around and shot back down the mountain.
11:24I knew exactly what was coming.
11:27They'd swarm this hill like locusts.
11:29The most dangerous moment had arrived.
11:33Two figures materialized on my monitors at the mountain's base.
11:36They were local thugs.
11:37One tall, one short.
11:39They clutched rusted machetes and tracked the drone's GPS.
11:42They wanted this windfall for themselves.
11:45I tweaked the zoom.
11:47The raw greed in their eyes was crystal clear.
11:49Boss, you think there's anything in this dump?
11:51Shut up!
11:53The drone saw green grass.
11:54There's water down there.
11:55We get that, we're kings!
11:57I sat in the climate-controlled monitoring room, 20 meters underground, holding a glass of iced cola.
12:03Outside, it was 131 degrees Fahrenheit.
12:06With every step, they were burning their last drops of life.
12:09I loaded a barbed steel bolt into my crossbow, designed to pierce a boar's skull.
12:13They had taken the trouble to visit.
12:15They weren't leaving.
12:16My fortress needed a blood sacrifice anyway.
12:19They crawled their way up to the mid-mountain slope and found the ventilation grate hidden beneath the trash.
12:26Boss! Wind! It's cold wind!
12:29The two men went far.
12:30They tore at the iron grate and tried to bend the steel rebar with their bare hands.
12:34I didn't give them a chance to break anything.
12:36I stood behind the firing port, just inside the ventilation shaft.
12:39The crosshairs of my skirt locked firmly onto the fat one's femoral artery.
12:43The boat instantly punched through his thigh.
12:45His agonizing scream scattered a flock of half-grants.
12:48Before the second third could even process the spray of blood, I rapidly reloaded.
12:54My second bolt drove straight through his shoulder.
12:56They collapsed onto the ground.
12:57Their spilled blood instantly sizzled and evaporated on the scorching stone.
13:01I didn't bother giving them mercy shots.
13:03I just watched the monitors with cold detachment.
13:06Watched them struggle, slow down, and eventually bake into two shriveled husks.
13:10This was my first lesson in my second life.
13:12Mercy to invaders is cruelty to myself.
13:183am. The coolest time of the day.
13:21The thermometer still read 113 degrees Fahrenheit.
13:25I strapped on a Kevlar stab-proof vest, grabbed a tactical folding shovel, and packed open the heavy blast door.
13:32The two corpses were completely stiff and gave off a foul, burnt smell.
13:36Without the slightest pity, I dragged them by the legs into a deep, shaded ditch in the mountains.
13:40Between the extreme heat and the local scavengers, the bodies would vanish without a trace.
13:45I did manage to loot the drone's remote controller off them.
13:48The drone itself was a huge windfall.
13:50This is some good stuff.
13:51A high-end DJI model.
13:54With this, my surveillance radius just expanded to three miles.
13:58Back in the safety of the bunker, I meticulously sterilized the controller with rubbing alcohol.
14:02That green space is way too noticeable.
14:06But those bodies will speak for me.
14:10With the local pests dealt with, I turned my attention back to the city.
14:14Using a backdoor I'd planted months earlier, I tapped into the security feed of Dorian's luxury high-rise.
14:20Today was day seven of zero power and zero water.
14:24Through the feed of his massive living room, I saw the horror inside.
14:28Mila was slumped on the floor.
14:29Her once-flawless skin was slick with grime.
14:32A thick crust of white salt had formed on her designer silk pyjamas from dried sweat.
14:36The hyaluronic acid fillers in her face had warped violently under the extreme heat, making her look grotesque.
14:42A decorative vase lay shattered on the floor.
14:45They'd drunk all the water inside.
14:47Dorian was holding an empty Evian bottle, desperately trying to piss into it.
14:51His hands shook violently.
14:54He hesitated.
14:55But the sheer agony of thirst forced him to abandon his dignity.
14:59This was the mansion they stole for me.
15:01Now it was a literal purgatory.
15:03Just as I was watering my hydroponic lettuce, the burner phone lit up.
15:07Dorian, I took my time.
15:09I washed my hands, dried them on a clean towel.
15:11Then I answered and put him on speaker.
15:14Ria, Ria, Ria, save me.
15:16I know you hoarded water.
15:18I'm your husband.
15:19We used to love each other.
15:21Ria, I was wrong.
15:22Just one sip.
15:24I'll be your slave.
15:25I'll do anything.
15:26Hearing their wails, I felt nothing but the thrill of revenge.
15:30You want water?
15:32Remember that jade necklace?
15:34If you swallow it, I'll consider giving you a bottle.
15:38Silence, as if they hadn't quite processed the demand.
15:41I thought I was making a vulgar joke, and I underestimated what people become at the edge
15:46of survival.
15:47The phone suddenly rang, followed by fierce struggles and a woman's terrified scream.
15:53Darian, are you insane?
15:55This is stone.
15:57I'll die.
15:58Swallow it.
15:59Now.
16:00So she gives us water.
16:01There was a crash, and a body fell to the hardwood floor.
16:05Dorian pinned her to the ground and forced the jade necklace down her throat, their shadows
16:10fighting on my blacked-out monitor.
16:13Two people who once swore eternal love now fought bitterly over just half a bottle of water.
16:19Bored of this farce, I hung up the phone.
16:22Knowing neither of them would die today.
16:24And this is only the beginning.
16:26They still have the strength to attack each other, which means they are not desperate enough
16:30yet.
16:31I will wait and watch them rot, little by little, until they become groveling worms begging
16:36on their knees.
16:37The outside world was burning in hell.
16:39Surface temperatures shattering 144 Ahi.
16:42Inside my fortress, 20 meters below the earth, the thermostat displayed a perfect 75 Ahi.
16:47I had turned the air filtration setting to celebrate successfully system down to a dispatching
16:50two raiders to toast Dorian finally exposing his true colors.
16:54I decided to treat myself.
16:55I opened the heavy door.
16:56A cloud of icy vapor rolled out.
16:58I carefully selected an M9-grade Australian Wagyu ribeye.
17:01Once thawed and freshly cracked black pepper.
17:04The cast iron skillet was smoking hot.
17:06Then I dropped in a pad of butter.
17:07That glorious sound echoing in my quiet dining room was beautiful.
17:11The aroma of the Maillard reaction instantly filled the air.
17:13I pulled a 1982 Lafotte from the wine rack, let it breathe for 30 minutes, and poured it
17:18into a crystal glass.
17:19Under the warm dining lights, I sliced off a piece of nicely browned steak and put it
17:22in my mouth.
17:22It was juicy and tender inside.
17:24As the fat melted across my tongue, a wave of absolute euphoria washed over me.
17:28At this moment, I wasn't just eating steak.
17:30I was savoring my survival and my dignity.
17:32This was in brutal contrast hell outside and a Michelin star experience inside.
17:36I hardened my ris lifetime.
17:37I would never let anyone destroy my peace.
17:39If anyone dared reach for my plate, I would chop their hands off.
17:41Belly full and slightly buzzed.
17:42I logged onto the fragmented local interwerp.
17:45I wanted to see how badly the world was declaring.
17:46Dorian's building group chat had descended into total anarchy.
17:49The veneer of polite society had vanished overnight.
17:50Law and morality were dead concepts.
17:52Residents were forming mutual aid squads.
17:54This was just a polite term for armed raiding party.
17:56They were openly targeting single women and the elderly, casually debating whose doors
18:00were easiest to crowbar open.
18:01And right there, on the latest roster of the raiding squad, was Dorian's name.
18:04To survive, the man who used to preach about corporate ethics and high-class morals had
18:07entire shed his human skin.
18:09Someone in the chat bragged about Dorian's initiation.
18:11To prove his worth to the gang, Dorian had betrayed Mrs. Calloway.
18:14She was the sweet old lady living next door to him.
18:15He tipped them off about her two cases of bottled water her son had dropped off before
18:18the heat wave hit.
18:19Reading the chat lags, a cold shiver ran down my spine.
18:21Mrs. Callerty used to bake him cookies.
18:23She treated him like family.
18:24That was Dorian.
18:25In my past life, he traded my life for a cup of lifetime.
18:27Throwing an old lady to the wolves was nothing to him.
18:29He wasn't a man anymore.
18:32He was a demon wearing a tailored suit.
18:40The next morning, the moment my intranet pinged, I saw a new post on Dorian's feed.
18:45He hadn't blocked me.
18:46It was a highly curated photo.
18:48He was gripping a baseball bat smeared with dried, dark blood.
18:52At his feet sat two pristine, unopened cases of Aquafina water.
18:56His eyes stared into the lens with a rabid glare.
18:59That was the loot he plundered from Mrs. Calloway.
19:01Two cases of water paid for with an innocent life.
19:04Rumor had it that the kind, gentle old woman had fought back.
19:08He felt absolutely no remorse.
19:10Instead, he wore the murder like a badge of honor.
19:12The gang was hailing him as a ruthless operator.
19:14Some even wanted him to lead the squad.
19:16Looking at the sycophantic comments under his post, I laughed coldly.
19:19Dorian thought he was the big shot in this wasteland.
19:21And true, he was just a short-sighted idiot.
19:24Two cases of water.
19:25How long would that last him and Mila in this oven?
19:27Three days.
19:28Five.
19:28In a world where production was permanently reduced to zero,
19:31taking without contributing is a death sentence.
19:33He's flaunting his violence and supplies so openly,
19:36like lighting a torch in a pitch-black forest.
19:38His current madness is just the last gasp before the end.
19:40He's making himself a perfect target.
19:42Those outlaws will smell blood in the water and come for him soon.
19:44Just as I was shutting my laptop to head down to the bunker's gym,
19:46a pinned post on the local survival fornal caught my eye.
19:48The title was Plashed in Red Fight Reward.
19:50Ten boxes of instant noodles.
19:51In a world where even the rats were starving to death,
19:53ten boxes of instant noodles was enough to hire a private army.
19:55I quickly traced the IP address of the original poster.
19:57I wasn't surprised.
19:58It pinged straight back to Dorian's luxury comp.
19:59Old murderous rage welled up inside me.
20:01Those two stolen cases of water were clearly already empty,
20:03or his penthouse had finally become completely hit-forced on me.
20:05Dorian had finally remembered to use my love and trust to steal my bunker.
20:07In this life, he was smarter.
20:08He was weaponizing the mob and human greed,
20:09using other people to do his dirty work.
20:11The comments underneath the bounty were feral.
20:12The greed practically bled through the screen.
20:14A storm was coming.
20:15A big one.
20:17I tapped my fingers rhythmically against the desk.
20:21Rhea capped her with Mint Loa's-esque.
20:23You want to come?
20:25Then come.
20:27If they were so eager to rush into hell,
20:29I'd happily turn this mountain into their mass grave.
20:33My perimeter traps had been starving for action,
20:35and I was more than ready to feed them some fresh meat.
20:43I'll see you next time.
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