章節 1: death is such a cutie
As the secretary to Mr. Donovan, a man whose wealth and power forged shadows longer than his office walls, I knew only one currency: results. My hands, poised over the keyboard by day and clenched in silent negotiation by night, orchestrated his empire's intricacies with a precision that mirrored his own ruthless ambition. The world, to me, was a chessboard where sacrifices were necessary, and morality a luxury I couldn't afford.
I maneuvered through his labyrinth of deals and schemes, executing directives with the precision of a surgeon, never flinching at the collateral damage left in our wake. Loyalty bought me security, and results bought me more. As long as my wishes aligned with his, I remained indispensable, and that was all that mattered.
Yet, beneath the veneer of efficiency and compliance, I harbored a gnawing emptiness. A void where conscience once thrived, now suffocated by the weight of compromised principles. Did I ever believe in redemption? Perhaps in fleeting moments when the echo of a former self begged for mercy.
Then, one autumn evening, as the city streets surrendered to dusk, fate delivered its reckoning blow. A figure emerged from the shadows, a silhouette of vengeance forged by my own hand. His eyes, aflame with betrayal and anguish, became mirrors of my own soul. In his hands, the instrument of retribution trembled with a raw, righteous fury.
For the first time in years, fear danced upon my skin like a rain of needles. But as his grip tightened, squeezing the life from me, a strange calm enveloped my senses. I didn't fight. Didn't plead. The inevitable reunion with oblivion held no terror; it whispered promise, a release from the chains of complicity that bound me.
In that final moment, as the world dimmed and the pavement kissed my cheek, I welcomed the silence. A silence that carried no judgment, no forgiveness, only an end to a life forged in shadows. Whether redemption awaited beyond that veil, I couldn't say. But in that fleeting pause, as breath deserted my lungs, I found solace in the certainty that I had, at last, escaped the cold grasp of my own making.
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