Revenge after deceit: I belong to mafia Don
This is where I die.
As the wolves prepared to strike, I braced myself for the end. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the moonlight casting dancing shadows like specters.
But just as the lead wolf lunged, everything shifted. The scene began to blur and fade.
Scream, Morticia commanded. Scream like you did that night.
I opened my mouth and let out a piercing scream—not of physical pain, but of pure, soul-deep anguish. The sound tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the vision until it shattered like glass.
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