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grimorielayout. defense monday. nice.
His hand itches, the man next to him is not aware of it. Carl swallows, pretending work but in his mind he could see...
His hand closing in on the other man's throat, a stranger, imagines the feel of flesh under his own, the breathless struggle. The man has done nothing to him but it does not matter, he was there when the impulse strikes, strong, unabiding. Carl imagines his victim's face, pasty and bulging eyes...
The man stands, smiles at him, and nods a casual nod.
In Carl's mind the man's eyes are dark and dull, lifeless.
The man passes him, leaves, alive.
Ok.. for the record I am deeply disturbing, where in the world did that come from?
His hand itches, the man next to him is not aware of it. Carl swallows, pretending work but in his mind he could see...
His hand closing in on the other man's throat, a stranger, imagines the feel of flesh under his own, the breathless struggle. The man has done nothing to him but it does not matter, he was there when the impulse strikes, strong, unabiding. Carl imagines his victim's face, pasty and bulging eyes...
The man stands, smiles at him, and nods a casual nod.
In Carl's mind the man's eyes are dark and dull, lifeless.
The man passes him, leaves, alive.
Ok.. for the record I am deeply disturbing, where in the world did that come from?
