That was the first time I did it, and I didn’t regret it. The way my excited face was just covered in the blood of my victims, hearing their screams for freedom, and hearing their final gasps of air before they gave in to death, it was all a wild thrill that gave me nothing but pleasure. I couldn’t help but squeal in joy.
“His head popped like a small balloon. Give me a skull so I can use it as an ornament. Please!”
Mariko shot me a strange glare, questioning my motives.
“Don’t question, just pass a fucking skull!”
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