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Pleasure In Chaos
My bare feet slap against the expensive marble floors of Zaire's penthouse as I run towards the noise of things being smashed. My heart beats in my mouth when I realise it's coming from Zaire's room. My chest constricts instantly when I imagine how much in pain he must be to drive him into so much rage. As I open the door to his room, I'm left dumbstruck by the amount of destruction he's done. His piano lays on the ground broken thanks to it's smashed legs and his guitar is against the wall with a dent in its body. The room in itself is a mess, torn sheets and broken furniture along with the silent remains of expensive art lay on the floors. I spot him next to the window, his hands clenched in tight fists as blood drops down from his knuckles. His chest heaves and his hair sit messed up
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