168 Hours in Hell
He toted me around and flashed his smile or his wealth, and doors opened for us.
Sometimes literally.
Sometimes figuratively.
We were invincible.
Look at that sentence. Then read it again.We.Were. Invincible.
Back when I was a kid, my father and I wore gilded armor. He was a king, and I was a prince. We floated above the rest of society, and nothing was out of our reach.
I experienced the world through my father’s view of getting everything he fucking wanted. It’s only natural that I became him.
Look, I’m not saying it’s right. I’m just saying this is how it works. People are sheep, all too eager to be sacrificed to the wolves. And the wolves… well, they only survived if they were willing to
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