Silently he stood shaking with rage. Ignorant words rang in his mind. At that very moment his focus was bent on the destruction of all that was unfair to his perception. Voices from the distance held him from his wrath. Fear that was in his eyes was not his own. It was that of his soon to be victim. He ached for the violence as if his whole survival depended on it. To watch as the last gasp for air lept from it's lungs and grow limp in his monstrous hands was almost orgasmic. Knowing it deserved it and believing he could be the one to administer justice. However, his rage, sedated by logic and touched by wisdom of the Gods, grew silent. He had controlled the beast this time, will he the next?
 drt_t1gg3r · Fri Jan 15, 2010 @ 12:33pm · 0 Comments |
