I stopped at the bathroom mirror and shattered it with his head. I pulled his head up by his hair and said "I will end you before your arm does and you can be certain that it will be much more painful. Only if you don't tell me where my sister is." He barley opened his eyes and said "I can't move to take you to her but she is in the mental institution for teenagers, the MIT, but it will take you forever just to get in." I saw him barely smile as I dragged him over to the toilet and put his head in it. I knew he couldn't move, so he would drown slowly and nicely.
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Black heart
HorreurThe story of one of my dreams I've had over and over, the same dream, adding on pieces ever time I have it.
