11:40 p.m.
I stabbed him three times in the stomach.
I could still see parts of his body quiver for minutes before he succumbed to death. He was a strong man but his face was pale with the same expression – fear. This time it took more than usual and the death wasn’t clean either.
I loved it.
Monday, August 17, 2009
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