: Rage-Streaming Therapy

The moment Nene stepped back into the estate, she was done.

Done with the drama.

Done with Alpha and politics.

And most of all—done with reality.

Which meant?

It was time for a live stream.

Thirty Minutes Later—

Nene sat in her newly set-up streaming room, thin glasses perched on her nose, noise-canceling headphones snug over her ears, hoodie slightly oversized covering most of her head.

Her hands rested on her gaming mouse and keyboard, the screen in front of her loading up a high-speed, ultra-violent point-and-shoot game.

She barely even glanced at the chat flooding in.

Instead, she took a deep breath, adjusted her mic, and said—

"Alright, degenerates. I had a terrible day. Let's shoot things."

The chat exploded.

[Chat:]

- OMG SHE'S LIVE!!!

- QUEEN DROPPED??? WE ARE SO BACK.

- BAD DAY??? TELL US EVERYTHING.

- Oh no. She's wearing the 'I'm about to destroy a lobby' glasses.

- Someone's getting wrecked today and it's not us."

Nene snorted.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get excited," she muttered, cracking her knuckles as the game dropped her into a virtual battlefield. "I've been forced into socializing, my entire existence is now under surveillance, and I just found out I have an overbearing husband who enjoys power moves."

[Chat:]

- WAIT WHAT.

- HUSBAND??????

- MA'AM YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THAT CASUALLY.

- WHO DID YOU MARRY.

- HOLD ON. ARE YOU SAYING YOU GOT MARRIED AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US?

Nene squinted at the screen.

"Oh, right," she said casually, headshotting an enemy soldier in-game without breaking a sweat. "I got married."

[Chat:]

- HELLO????????????

- EXCUSE ME???

- DROP HIS @ RIGHT NOW. WE NEED TO KNOW.

- IS HE HOT.

- DO WE LIKE HIM OR DO WE HAVE TO FIGHT.

Nene huffed, reloading. "He's hot, but that's beside the point."

[Chat:]

- ????????

- MA'AM. THAT IS THE ENTIRE POINT.

- YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND NOT ELABORATE.

Nene ignored them, dodging behind cover and switching to sniper mode.

"Anyway, I also just moved," she continued. "New house, new life, new… everything, apparently. Which is why I haven't streamed in a while."

[Chat:]

- YOU'RE DEFLECTING.

- NEW HOUSE???? RICH HUBBY???

- WAIT. WAIT. WAIT. YOU MARRIED A RICH GUY DIDN'T YOU.

- HOLY SH*T YOU'RE A RICH WIFE NOW."

Nene scoffed. "I'm not a 'rich wife.' I'm just surviving."

She took a deep breath, flicking through weapons, locking onto another target.

"And today," she muttered, lining up her next shot—

"I just need to kill things in peace."

And with that, she fired.

[Chat:]

- SHE'S IN HER VILLAIN ERA AND I'M HERE FOR IT.

- QUEEN TAKING OUT HER FRUSTRATION ON A VIRTUAL WARZONE.

- IF YOUR HUSBAND IS WATCHING THIS, HE'S PROBABLY TERRIFIED.

- I LOVE THIS STREAM SO MUCH."

Nene smirked.

This?

This was the best she had felt all day.

Nene was in the zone.

The second she stopped thinking about her day, her family, and her overbearing Alpha husband, she became unstoppable.

Her reflexes were sharp, movements precise, aim deadly.

Enemy after enemy fell before she even had to reload.

She wasn't just winning.

She was dominating.

[Chat:]

- SHE'S UNHINGED TONIGHT.

- THIS IS NOT A GAME TO HER. THIS IS PERSONAL.

- NENE. PLEASE. LET THEM BREATHE.

- SOMEONE CHECK ON HER OPPONENTS. THEY AREN'T SURVIVING THIS.

Nene smirked.

"You know," she muttered, dodging a grenade with a smooth roll, "I think I should get pissed off more often. My aim has never been better."

[Chat:]

- CONFIRMED: MARRIAGE MAKES YOU A BETTER GAMER.

- DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW HE JUST CREATED A WAR MACHINE?

- QUEEN OF HEADSHOTS. THEY CAN'T STOP YOU.

- NENE IS THE FINAL BOSS AND THESE PLAYERS ARE NOT READY.

Nene flicked to her sniper rifle, took down three players in a row without missing, and casually reloaded like she wasn't ruining lives.

The kill feed in the corner of her screen lit up with her name.

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [HEADSHOT]

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [ELIMINATION]

NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT [MULTI-KILL]

[Chat:]

- THE FEED IS JUST HER NAME.

- GIRL. ARE YOU EVEN TAKING DAMAGE??

- I WOULD QUIT IF I SAW THIS.

- SOMEONE FIND THESE PLAYERS AND INTERVIEW THEM.

Nene grinned, adrenaline rushing.

"Not gonna lie, this is the most fun I've had all day," she admitted, grabbing a shotgun and storming into close combat like she had nothing to lose.

A nearby enemy tried to ambush her—she shot them point-blank before they could react.

[Chat:]

- GOOD LORD.

- SHE'S A MONSTER.

- I WOULD LOG OFF IMMEDIATELY.

Nene snickered, rolling her shoulders.

"Alright," she muttered. "Let's see how far I can push this kill streak."

Nene had lost track of time.

She had entered a different state of mind—pure instinct, pure destruction.

Every shot was clean.

Every movement was flawless.

Every enemy was eliminated before they even had a chance to react.

Her name was now everywhere on the match leaderboard.

And then—

A notification popped up in bright, bold gold letters.

MVP ANNOUNCEMENT: NENE_HAS_ENTERED_THE_CHAT

#1 Player – 97 Kills – 0 Deaths

ZERO DEATHS.

[Chat:]

- SHE DID IT.

- MVP WITH A PERFECT GAME???

- ZERO. DEATHS. ZERO.

- THIS ISN'T JUST WINNING. THIS IS A SLAUGHTER.

- RESPECTFULLY, NENE, YOU ARE TERRIFYING.

Nene leaned back in her chair, cracking her knuckles.

"Damn," she muttered. "Didn't even realize I was that close."

[Chat:]

- SHE WAS CASUALLY DESTROYING THEM AND DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE.

- LEGENDARY.

- NO ONE IN THAT LOBBY IS RECOVERING FROM THIS.

- SOMEWHERE, A PLAYER JUST RAGE-QUIT GAMING FOREVER.

Nene snorted, pushing up her glasses.

"Alright, let's call it here," she said, stretching. "I think I've murdered enough strangers for one night."

[Chat:]

- GIRL, YOU MURDERED ENTIRE BLOODLINES.

- PLEASE STREAM ANGERY MORE OFTEN.

- I FEEL BAD FOR YOUR ENEMIES.

- YOUR HUSBAND BETTER WATCH OUT."

Nene froze mid-stretch.

Her husband.

She exhaled sharply, suddenly remembering why she was so frustrated in the first place.

Whatever. Not thinking about it.

She forced a grin, giving the camera a lazy wave.

"Alright, degenerates. Thanks for watching me commit war crimes. I'll see you next time."

[Chat:]

- BEST STREAM EVER.

- WE LOVE YOU, QUEEN.

- COME BACK SOON OR WE RIOT.

Nene smirked.

Then, with a final click, she ended the stream.

For the first time that day, she actually felt better.