take a seat.
relax.
it'll all be over soon.
i force his chair backwards so he is lying flat. my eyes scan over the metal instruments on the rusted tray. he looks at my hands moving over the tools and he try to struggle against the restraints.
"don't!" i scream.
his breathing slows and sweat rolls down his red face. i select a crooked needle, probably used for taking drugs, that i had found. i can almost see the bacteria crawling over the tip, and i grin with excitement.
i look over at the man, and i trace the needle over his forehead, moving down to his cheeks and his neck.
"where first?" i whisper so quietly i don't think he hears me.
the duct tape starts to peel of his mouth, but i stealthily slap it back down.
i pick the neck first. i start to push the sharp part of the needle into his adam's apple. he screams and i chuckle.
this is going to be a fun night.
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the killing machine
אימהhow do you solve a crime, when you and your family are next in line? Police officer Marcus, and his precinct captain, are trying to solve a so far unsolvable case. The killer is on the run, and Marcus has to stop him. But how are they supposed to st...
