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Him

It's quite dark. This part. At least. I killed him. While bringing him to his knees. Let's start! One by one I fill... A bucket of dismembering. A bucket full of blood and gory. Some think it's quite sickening! Just like me. Yet I don't know why, Why I don't stop. His legs are off... His body cold... One by one, his hands are sold. Then his toes... Then his head... After that I throw him... I throw him in the bin. -Alley

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Book: Shattered Sighs