A man was in the waiting room of a dingy suburban station. A businessman in a suit, tie and cufflinks in silver. The look absorbed in thoughts unspeakable. A briefcase on your lap with the fingers on which beat a quiet lullaby. He had an unbearable itch in the hands and a ravenous hunger. He noted that the station where it was shabby and dilapidated. The stomach was spasmodic, anus sealed in a vise, copious sweating. But he saw hope. Try searching with his eyes a bathroom. He saw the sign and walked.
He went into that of men. There was a guy behind Ming, a lighted cigarette in his right hand, his hair long and blond. The man pulled the rope up and choked the boy after having dragged into the bathroom with a lock. Resisting was futile. As soon as the soul left the body of a young man took the knife from its holster, he moistened his lips quivered and a decisive blow on the elbow, forearm cutting the net. He ran the blood in the toilet and pulled the water several times. He put in protective custody all and then enter the limb in a suitcase, licking his chops with the florid language. Recomposed the boy on the toilet, shut the door and slipped the hallway bathroom. The third "Bathroom with surprise" was ready for the cops, those poor deluded.
smiled inside his bowels howling hell. Soon he would re-embraced his animal nature, the oldest, the dragon that is in everyone and never sleeps.
He returned to the lobby. Went out. His train had just arrived.
"I can not wait to get home. I faint from hunger cramps." he said.
The train started. The man stroked his morbidly briefcase, enjoying what he would calmly cooked in your apartment and shortly thereafter fell asleep peaceful.
first few miles, a cleaning woman began to scream with horror.
He went into that of men. There was a guy behind Ming, a lighted cigarette in his right hand, his hair long and blond. The man pulled the rope up and choked the boy after having dragged into the bathroom with a lock. Resisting was futile. As soon as the soul left the body of a young man took the knife from its holster, he moistened his lips quivered and a decisive blow on the elbow, forearm cutting the net. He ran the blood in the toilet and pulled the water several times. He put in protective custody all and then enter the limb in a suitcase, licking his chops with the florid language. Recomposed the boy on the toilet, shut the door and slipped the hallway bathroom. The third "Bathroom with surprise" was ready for the cops, those poor deluded.
smiled inside his bowels howling hell. Soon he would re-embraced his animal nature, the oldest, the dragon that is in everyone and never sleeps.
He returned to the lobby. Went out. His train had just arrived.
"I can not wait to get home. I faint from hunger cramps." he said.
The train started. The man stroked his morbidly briefcase, enjoying what he would calmly cooked in your apartment and shortly thereafter fell asleep peaceful.
first few miles, a cleaning woman began to scream with horror.
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