For the third time this week, I am on my bed with a person I've never met, and I'm strangling them to death.
This time, it is a young woman. Probably only been an adult for months not years. But that doesn't matter to me. I just love to know it when someone's gone for good, and I know it's because of me.
She is flailing, clawing, and trying to scream, but I won't let go. I look into her eyes that are growing redder and redder by the second, and then they go blank. The overwhelming joy is indescribable.
Rodindeadpan over 3 years ago
Sounds like a typical Tuesday night of strangling for Brandon and me.