He lies through his teeth.
Her jaw is broken.
She has a split personality.
He's autistic.
He's a sociopath.
He's socially inept.
She lusts after her colleague.
He's promiscuous.
She's into BDSM.
He enjoyed torturing and killing stray cats when he was young.
He's a cutter.
She calls herself a biastophiliac.
He likes stalking his class mate.
She’s having an affair with her sister’s husband.
He has an incestuous relationship with his younger brother.
He just hacked his company’s secure server.
They are waiting in the van for the Ketamine to wear off.
He just killed the two underage girls.
He covers their face with the bed sheets, because he can't bear their stares. Their hands are severed at the wrist.
“To stop them from scratching me, sir” he told the police officer, later that day.
He spoke calmly, “Therese, that’s her name. She is twelve years and ten months old.”
He rubbed his nose against his shoulder, his own wrists pressing against their metal constraints, “Dana is precisely eight years and two months old, today.”
He grinned strenuously.
Over 2,000 Volts rushed through his body.
Filth!
ReplyDeleteBastard!
Violator!
Scum!
*the voices screamed at him in unison as he walked… the long, terrifying walk… through spittle and the red descending mist of mobbery.
The gibbet anticipated, nay, desired him! Glistening in the soft dawn and early dew, a small wing swung the rope.
*cries of anguish and flurry of activity pulls the tormented vision – a woman weeping for her babes pleading begging for the deliverance so her vengeance will be sated. Foam and spittle, eyes rolled so far back only the white could be seen.