We rode out to the middle of nowhere, there was a cabin. Where I wanted the kill to happen. Some of the workers were already there waiting for me. Just the way I like it.
The cabin on inside was draped with white curtains and bright lights. I wanted to make sure I saw everything. The facial expressions when I sliced his feet off. The yell when stuck the knife down his penis. The grunt when I pierced his side. The splat of blood hitting the curtains. The gloss in his eyes when thrust knife into his heart. I stared into his deep blue cold-hearted eyes until he took his last breath. I released the knife out my hand. I began to cry, and scream like a new born. I fell to my knees as the blood drips down in front of me. I began to have flash backs of the horrific days with the monster. Before I knew it I ran for the chainsaw and destroyed any trace of him. Then I poured gasoline all over him. I lit a match and watch him burn. As the tears continue to stain my face and vision become blurry and my body begins to heat up.
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Bondage
Literatura KobiecaThe life of a young FEMALE KILLER. Read!! She snatched her gun from her shoe in a split second. Wow! ma, Guap looked paranoid. Yea, no more small talk, where is the 11 stacks Guap, Renay glared. Man, I told you, I would get it to by end of the...
