#FPO

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(3 minutes after the discovery of the body inside Ellaine's closet..)

It was cold... Of course, he hadn't been this used before. Ashamed, naked and used... But there was something different about the feeling he has at the moment... Adrenalin.. Like the vague blurry image of a truck whirling past them, hitting someone with such force he was sure he wouldn't survive....

He was still a kid back then... He still remembers the aching feeling of desperation, when he tried to move his every being at that moment... But he couldn't.. So instead someone paid a price for it other than his family...

The image of tearing libs, and cracking bones... A very grotesque image that couldn't be unseen in his memories..

Was the best.... He couldn't help but get off to it, moving his hands under the blankets before reaching the peak of bliss...

He couldn't help but think it was a beautiful experience, moreover... If it's Ms.Pots in the making... What would her face be? Would it be still seductive? Or maybe someone who's writhing in pain face would do the trick?

Man... He really wanted to stir things up now, and it's decided...

He would do it no matter what...

This was the best day of his life..
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