Chapter 33 - I pity you

The clock ticked half past midnight. The window was left open and the howling wind made the window screen move. A panting voice echoed around the room from an old man lying on his bed with disturbed sleep.

He had a vision of a ferocious man with a big hammer hiding behind his back, standing behind a stoned man who was fuzzily rested on his antique red oxblood chesterfield wingback chair before the fireplace.

The old man could see the wine bottle on the side table; the person was coping with his grief while the man with the hammer was spraying salt on the wounded heart of the coping man through his sinful words.

Within a fraction of a second, the man with a hammer hit the man who was seated on his chesterfield chair hard. The blood of the dying man was splashed all over the walls, and the luxurious Saxony carpet was drenched in a pool of blood that flowed from the broken skull of the dying man.

Like a ravening monster, his thirst for wanting