A man gone mad

slicing of the flesh...without taking a breath eerily creeping..stealth a test running from the law..an impossible feat inside his mind...the demons retreat at peace with himself..at least he thinks lapping at violence...a tragidy at the least kill for the rush..in the past for fun in the forrest....his bodies bake in the sun long ago..a child abused..now a thing of the past...he will use last victim killed...it was hunting season every one in town..stayed in for this reason relentless this one..not a man..but a creature of darkness...no love in his plans

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