The macabre desire to kill by henrytanas

lcohol, fulfilling its role ... there sitting with altered senses, and my head spinning, my imagination expanded, traveled the universe to light speed, was a kind of LSD trip or some fungus venenoso.Pero worst of all was having a gun in the waistband of my pants, more specifically a 38 long plated revolver with ergonomic handle, a nice weapon worth usada.Sin disgusting thought I left that bar, stumbling, my goal, kill, kill , KILL.
Macabre, evil, sinister, mind-bogglingly, tentador.Voy in busc of my prey, like a predator bloody eager flesh. under a bridge, they are like shadows in the night, move slowly without knowing me, pulled the gun, pulled the trigger slowly, quietly, I JOINING shot without words, screams, blood, tears and pain encrypted the scene, everything happens in slow motion, pleading eyes SLAUGHTER mercy of that generated in the brain of a genius