Sef's POV
Everyone. Dead. Except me. I killed them all! My father, my mother, my sister, and because of my bungling, my wife, even those innocent girls. I'm addicted, I can't stop, I don't want to stop. Every kill is one more thing to add to my conscience, but every kill gives me another adrenalin rush and I love every moment of it!
It's a dark and dreary night, and here I am, home alone, like always and I'm getting bored. "Guess it's time to have some fun..." I say to the wall as I get out of my chair. I exit the house in search of a place to hide, to await my next victim.
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My Killer Brother
Historia CortaIt's a dark and dreary night and here I am, locked in a box in the middle of nowhere, alone. I can hear the leaves rustling around outside. There is no space to move around and I am pressed up against all walls, then I feel something, it's cold... a...
