Chapter Fifty-Two

♞—Lorenzo

I sat over the man and stabbed the knife into his throat, his heart, all over his chest. The blood gushed out but I didn't care. I kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing but I still couldn't find the fucking reprieve I was hoping for.

The torture cells were my sanctuary, this is where I let my soul thrive. This is where I could fully release my emotions and feel unrestricted. The dank, oppressive atmosphere was my only reprieve, where I could express my indignity and anguish. This was the place where I could let my inner darkness take over, my most vile desires unleashed without inhibition. This is where I let loose my demons, my inner monsters and let them roam free; allowing them to maraud without limit.

I plunged the knife into the middle of his throat and dragged the knife back down to his navel, watching how perfectly his skin split and more blood leaked out, completely draining his body of it.

"Great, psycho Lorenzo is on the loose and he just killed Alexander's ri