I tell Noir I want to take her away on a little adventure. Something fun. She smiles with trust, but she should always remember that fun has never meant safety when it comes to me.

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So, I let the lie breathe. And she follows me anyway. She always does.

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Havoc & Carnage waits underground like a fever dream gone wrong. Bright lights stabbing instead of glowing. Neon bleeds. Bass rattles bones and thoughts, and bodies convulse in ritual, not dance. This isn't just any rave. It’s a fucking slaughterhouse wearing glitter and paint. It's delirium with a pulse. A sanctuary for monsters pretending they’re just here for a night out.

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This isn’t a night out.
It’s a test. For both of us. 

In more ways than one.

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I push her deeper and closer to the edge, until fear and desire spiral into something honest. I want her mind crazed, her lungs breathless, her pussy feral while she's running through the madness. I want to hunt her through havoc and carnage to remind her exactly who she belongs to. I'll claim her all over again. Not in Oddity’s familiar chaos, but somewhere far more warped and messy.

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By the time we're ready to crawl back home, nothing will be the same. I won't be the same. Whatever doubt that lingered will be carved out. There will be no room left for denial, and we will rise as what we’ve always chosen to be. Still obsessed. Still Us.​​​​​​​​

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