"I want him." "What?" "I want him for my own," Your tone is cold. He's confused. "For my own to kill." He's silent. "I want to torture him to death. I want to see his soul betray his body as he cries for mercy. I want to see him scream and yell in pain. I want to. I want to." You're panting. He sees vengeance in your eyes. "I'll get him." He whispers.All Rights Reserved
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