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assistant said "yeah sir" milan went near that guy and asked "where is your master" he said "we dont know" Milan throwed a heavy punch on his face and asked "say the truth" the guy is bleeding more he said "we really don't know" milan felt he is saying truth only so he asked "then what's his name" that guy was calm milan drowned that guy head in water and lifted that guy was breathing heavily milan asked "now say the name or you'll die" he said with proud in his voice "MARCELLO AURTHUR"

I was like a hungry predator searching for my prey. . . . 038492738503783 . . . Murder # 4 = murder x 11. The following week the football team was preparing for their big game in the change rooms. Purchase: 87 packets of rat poisoning. Poison + entire team’s water supply = slow and painful deaths on the football field. Eleven fewer numbers to count. I became addicted to the acts themselves, to the vandalism and the murder — to the destruction. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief when I saw a flashing number disappear.

Liam walked in silence all the way to Chloe's car and stood at the door averting his eyes. "Well?" She said after five minutes of silence and eye aversion. "Uh…The case is closed…Well, I still have a lot of paperwork to file, but…It was found to be homicidal murder with the deceased Veronica Moulton as the perpetrator, and her death was deemed a suicide." "Oh." She looked at him with no expression. She was relieved to be finished with all of this nonsense and had decided when she was working on the crossword puzzle to forget about Liam and work on piecing her shattered life back together.

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

Amara sat on the couch and turned on the tv. She was sure that it would be on the morning headlines. Amara leaned back on the sofa with a broad smile on her face and comfortably watched the news. "Good morning, this is Sanja Rashid, reporting for News Flash Morning. It's a great shock for the whole town. Three in the morning today, Judge Rodney Muller was found dead and mutilated inside a hotel room. We decided not to take any pictures of the crime scene or his body because of the gruesome nature. According to the hotel staff that assisted him, Judge Muller arrived with a sexy and beautiful woman around forty years younger than him."

A browbeater among his peers while in school, he was called 'Roger Moreno' Rudy Rude and Roger Moreno were experienced in special operations. They were the motorcycle riding duo who assassinated Arturo Marquez. Still, waiting for uncertain orders had put their sangfroid to the test, though they were expected to be calm and patient. They knew every assignment was different, situations vary and failure was another factor to reckon with. Rouge Moreno had doubts about the correctness of their actions, and Rudy Rude was uncertain as to the outcome and success of the operation. They showed no remorse for they considered themselves as the experts in their field. They were known by their peers as t

Deciding to stop talking altogether before I’d confessed everything and shooed her back into the castle where it was safe, I pressed my lips together hard. But she was just so fucking sweet and amiable. I began to feel sick to my stomach. In his youth, Murdock used to amuse himself by killing stable cats. The tamed beasts would run right up to him and trustingly wind their entire bodies around his ankles, merely wanting food and attention. And he’d pick them up as if to lovingly pet them, only to squeeze their necks until they died in his hands, or sometimes he’d throw them against the side of the barn as hard as he could to kill them.

Mortus stood, his snarl clear as his skin healed from the blast of light. “She’s still mine,” he taunted. “And I get anxious when I don’t get what I want.” Mortus lunged at Creed, but with one hand, Mortus’ neck was in his grasp in an instant. There was no fight. Creed’s deafening roar had me shiver. His hands went to Mortus’s neck and separated his head from his body, kicking it away.

MONDAY CAME, two days after that sorrowful night. A body was found with a slit throat in Eurydice-11, lying on a pool of blood and with a spilled, white and pink liquid everywhere, which appeared to be liquor. Two bottles of branded alcohol and numerous plastic cups laid around the body. A razor blade which was rusty and bloodied was in its hand.

Move like a bullet, Mort captured him and killed him brutally. More men leaped towards him and attack together. Mort buried his hand in their chest and pulled their hearts out one after another. He mercilessly removed their throats and break their legs and spine. The sound of ill-curling screams and bones cracked echoed throughout the place. Little by little, the dead and mutilated bodies of men piled up at his feet. The cold floor and walls were burnished with fresh crimson blood. It was a scene of appalling bloodshed. "Disgusting." His eyes glint in bloodlust, veins protruding on his hands. Mort dropped the tongue and throw the lifeless body smashed against the wall when someone suddenly a