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“Ah, so the island was in fucking Utah?” Gihun was in shock. This had to be a sick joke.
“Yeah, you like?” Alpha dom daddy Inho growled, holding the purpose gun. “We have a duty. The games must goon. Go on, I mean.”
“What... what the fuck?" The omega stuttered, “What the fuck is happening? Where are the other players? Did they all die after the rebellion? Do they know we're in Utah? I fucking hate you, leave me alone.”
“Shush little kitten, don't you worry about it. There's no way I'm leaving you alone, that would literally be so homophobic of me lmao.” Inho purred and Gihun obeyed to his dom daddy.
They started walking through the streets, with two guns, and an university appeared…
Gihun tried to run away, but he was like a lost puppy.
“Are you lost babygirl?” Inho whispered sexily.
“I don't want to be around you! Where the hell are the others? You were supposed to be fucking dead. Why am I wearing lingerie? Did my father sell me to you?” Gihun screamed, confused, yet he had no choice but to follow Hwang Alpho.
“I will explain everything to you my little kitten. But I told you, we are on a mission.” Inho meowed, he was unstoppable, his alpha was showing. Then, he called for Gihun, helped him level his gun. “When I say three, we are shooting. Clear?”
Gihun was flabbergasted. “What the fuck? I'm not fucking doing that. Why should I?”
“Because we're here for Charlie Kirk. Is that enough reasoning?”
Oh.
Italic Oh.
“Nvm fuck yeah.” Gihun snarled.
“One... two... three...” They took aim, and shot.
Bullseye. MAGA down.
Inho was ijboling while the blood was streaming down the dead man's neck. “Annyeong to his ass.” he giggled, unbothered.
Gihun cried out, hated himself for blushing like a highschooler in love. “That was kinda hot. I think I forgive you, the games must goon, let's fuck. We are so Bonnie and Clyde coded baby.”