Confessions of a hound
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Last published Tue, Nov 29, 2022
Do you know the best ways of interrogating someone?
Did you know that when cutting off their fingers one by one, then giving them adrenaline injections make them not only scream louder but talk faster too?
Did you know that the most efficent form of avoiding the victim being reconized is destroying their teeth?
Or what do you think a father would choose? To watch his child or his wife to die in front of his eyes.
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This writing revolves around experiencing traumas, mentions and descriptions of rape, murder and gore.
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