I will kill everyone who gets in my way. I will not go down without a fight. Fuck. I am fucked. I have a sentence to death. Those people deserved to die. That goddamn bank is what caused this. If only that motherfucker hadn't ratted me the fuck out I'd still be a free man. Goddamn it! And you don't you judge me whoever the fuck is reading this shit. You don't have the right to complain about me, you were the one who picked this... This shit!
I jerked awake at the sound of breakfast. "Hey! Get the fuck up, you sadist!" Jesus fucking Christ. "Shut the hell up Officer Shitface!" I yelled mockingly. His real name, I don't give two shits about that. He had been the only human contact I've had since I was sentenced. And after all that, the little prick threw my meal in the shitter. "You have a visitor" he spat. "Who? Who would want to see the evil Dangler?" You hang someone by their feet one time and suddenly you're the Dangler. Then I heard a soft voice, "Hi James."
Clairice! My wife had come to see me! I felt so relieved to see someone still cared! Then I heard her speak one final time, "I'm divorcing you."
"What? Why? Don't leave me!" She turned, and I never saw her again.
"Hey, guess you're not such a great guy after all." I leaped up and lunged at Shitface's neck. "You will not speak again!" I screamed as I ripped out his tongue and shoved it back down his throat. Then I heard a man's yell, then all went black.
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Rotten Soul
HorrorJames "Dangler" Ralley is a man on death row. His wife left him, his parents are ashamed of him, and the whole world shuns him. The murderer was once a man who loved the world, now he loves the kill.
