"More, More, MORE!" the man vociferated, "I need more to be liberated!"
The man turned around a new form of excitement in his gait
"Oh joy, Oh glee!" the man's inhibitions free, "I must do this again! I cannot wait!"
A smile creeped onto his face, a sweep of viciousness as he thought of the boys weakness.
The axe had so easily left the boy dead, a last gasp of breath heard from his head.
A scream and then a cold, curdled blood stream.
Another slash with the axe the boys body left in cracks.
The little brother, now deceased but alas unsatisfied is the beast.
