My Stalker's Obsession
He screamed, trying to get away, but at the same time, the small nails he sat on kept moving under his thighs, his hands tied to each side of the chair.
“This will hurt like a bitch, greet the devil in hell.” I winked at him before turning on the machine and putting it in his stomach; the sound of flesh tearing and grinding filled the air. He kept screaming; his intestines were out, some of them grinded already, but he was still breathing, probably one of the worst forms of slow death a person can go through, nothing he didn’t deserve anyway.
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Chicago 7-Star Hotel
“Did you find them?” I asked Tony, my right-hand man and personal assistant over the phone as I tapped on the elevator ground a
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