An unsatiable desire, an overwhelming lust. Throbbing, pounding, beating into my mind. The only thing I felt in this moment was unadulterated hate and desire. The desire to rip open his throat and watch him bleed out, all over his prized tiger skin rug. To finally snap, as I had resisted before, and to snap his scrawny, bird-like neck in two. To literally wring out the life in his body like a wet rag.
But no.
I woke up.
It was only a dream.
A very satisfying, rage filled, lustful, blood filled dream.
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