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Chapter 168: The Fourth Trimester

Penulis: Cat Stories
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-21 07:50:15

Power is a currency I understand. Violence is a language I speak fluently.

But sleep deprivation?

Sleep deprivation is a torture technique the CIA should study. It breaks you down faster than waterboarding. It strips away your defenses, your logic, and your dignity until you are nothing but a raw nerve ending crying over a spilled bottle of formula.

Maria is three weeks old.

She is a tyrant. A dictator. A tiny, screaming warlord who rules the Vitale empire with an iron fist wrapped in a cashmer
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