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d and even with the pain I let the music take over,

ting. I watched his eyes tremble, his breathing out of rhythm and the sweat on his forehead instigating the worst i

he room with isolation blending with the music. I dropped the ax on the table listening to a brief sigh of relief, although his look now carries a challenge, what he doesn't imagine is that hell is here, he was the one who taught me that by teaching me that between the walls of this basement the one with power is the judge and the executione

e only one capable of having your love, because

ught back the unfortunate word

e the sight bring me such distorted pleasure. Seeing him

I am now? A

ke Stefano has be

have been more difficult without my brother's help to secure it to that butchery rod, convincing

standing up, choosing the new wea

be my most p

, using the moment to avenge every child he rape

command my movements, when the bass reached the apex I rotated my hips and hi

piece of meat reduced, only everything ends one way or another and the end isn't always a happy one. fairy tale. Despite the seeping pleasure, the f

space and the drool running down the red ball, the blood splattering all over the room, I let go of the cleaver and grabbed a knife, reaching into his abd

a, I stuck the knife in each of his eyes, I put each one in a small box, I walked to the other side of the room pulling the metallic d

of compassion or

long time," I blurted out loud

ing up the axe, making the throwing preparatio

I expelled every painful memory, every hurt, not even if ever

ds adding to the small barbecue, his head at the bottom without eyes coming towards me drew a laugh. I p

ghter into the gas, I puffed

and, the intense blue eyes promising and swearing a non-existent love with each be

sing my

self from

inue to consume all the fuel, the smell of

I breathed, the master of my demon turn into ashes is like coming without having sex. And though no

ure love with a big family is my dream of a m

fail. Still, by some joke of fate I felt my lungs draw in air comfortably for the first time, felt p

e and let me sho

of its shackles and through s

dirty ax on the table, with a new flannel, I started to clean the

all the last twenty-four hours I've spent here have paid off. Every scream of pain pr