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jeopardy, it gave him a bigger appreciation of seeing another day intact.
Passing through the opening, the wide open street smothered in snow expanding in the distance, the cool handed criminal gloated to himself, he had outsmarted the living dead with his own smooth cunning. That was not a feat any regular person could claim, they would likely be considered insane and locked up for stating such raving lunacy.
The spacious area hit a slight obstacle ahead, it moved in towards him at an alarming speed. A white flash blinded Alyosha, he was sent falling onto the ground with a busted nose by the velocity of the hard object hitting him in the face.
Dazed from the solid blow that struck him head on, he was dragged off back into the train yard by the obstruction. His double vision cleared, he came to, he tried to stand and move, his body could not, it was held down by rope tied around his hands and ankles. He attempted to speak, his muffled words could not come through the gag holding his mouth shut. All he could do was look up at the shape standing over him, the cause of his capture.
His heart could have stopped, Victor had caught him in the end, as he foretold. Alyosha was only succeeding in wasting time.
Victor was two steps ahead of the opposition, he had predicted he would attempt making a run for it out the train yard, so instead of trying to come to the criminal, the mutilator bided his time, he waited for the criminal to come to him then subdued him straightaway with a well orchestrated punch to the nose.
The slick thug had underestimated how resourceful his opponent was, he was thinking two dimensionally, that was his undoing.
The revengeful mutilator did not delay for one more second, the execution would commence without any hesitation. There would be no final words for the convicted, all Victor wanted from him was to suffer the way he and his party made the two departed lovers suffer. They were not entitled to any say in the matter, Victor and Indria were not permitted such a thing that night.
Alyosha squirmed on the track he was conveniently placed on. His executioner had something more creative and agonizing in mind concerning his capital punishment. An end that made his blood run cold.
Victor stood beside a behemoth of a freight train, built to carry over a hundred thousand tons, it had a sturdy and brawny weight under its wheels. He imagined what it could do the human body if subjected to such an immense physical property bearing down on it. It would be the flawless means to carry out justice on the guilty.
He set the behemoth into motion, stood to the side to get a good, close view of the execution. The steel wheels slowly moved, screeching off the tracks, hauled the gargantuan steel megaton train towards the riving and wriggling human worm attempting to break free from the rope, there would be no such luck. Victor had thought two further steps ahead and tied the rope not just to his hands and ankles, also around the track itself, he was held tight and secure. His destination was with the metal juggernaut and that alone.
The suffering he faced was too great, precisely how Victor envisioned it. He was not disappointed with the taste of the cold vengeance.
The wheels ran over Alyosha's head and groin. His skull and crotch were gradually applied an unbearable pressure, the tons and tons of weight was brought down on it, cracking and crushing at it until it gave in, splitting his head in half like a ripe melon and splattering his love organs into mush. A fitting demise for the scoundrel, his days of violating women were finished. The train ran over the mutilated body of Alyosha.
Victor exited the train yard, his work there was done. He left the butchered remains of the guilty to freeze over. Someone would discover it in the morning. The mutilator from the grave had bigger fish to fry. The mastermind who arranged the incident, responsible for pulling the trigger, along with his empire was next on his
Passing through the opening, the wide open street smothered in snow expanding in the distance, the cool handed criminal gloated to himself, he had outsmarted the living dead with his own smooth cunning. That was not a feat any regular person could claim, they would likely be considered insane and locked up for stating such raving lunacy.
The spacious area hit a slight obstacle ahead, it moved in towards him at an alarming speed. A white flash blinded Alyosha, he was sent falling onto the ground with a busted nose by the velocity of the hard object hitting him in the face.
Dazed from the solid blow that struck him head on, he was dragged off back into the train yard by the obstruction. His double vision cleared, he came to, he tried to stand and move, his body could not, it was held down by rope tied around his hands and ankles. He attempted to speak, his muffled words could not come through the gag holding his mouth shut. All he could do was look up at the shape standing over him, the cause of his capture.
His heart could have stopped, Victor had caught him in the end, as he foretold. Alyosha was only succeeding in wasting time.
Victor was two steps ahead of the opposition, he had predicted he would attempt making a run for it out the train yard, so instead of trying to come to the criminal, the mutilator bided his time, he waited for the criminal to come to him then subdued him straightaway with a well orchestrated punch to the nose.
The slick thug had underestimated how resourceful his opponent was, he was thinking two dimensionally, that was his undoing.
The revengeful mutilator did not delay for one more second, the execution would commence without any hesitation. There would be no final words for the convicted, all Victor wanted from him was to suffer the way he and his party made the two departed lovers suffer. They were not entitled to any say in the matter, Victor and Indria were not permitted such a thing that night.
Alyosha squirmed on the track he was conveniently placed on. His executioner had something more creative and agonizing in mind concerning his capital punishment. An end that made his blood run cold.
Victor stood beside a behemoth of a freight train, built to carry over a hundred thousand tons, it had a sturdy and brawny weight under its wheels. He imagined what it could do the human body if subjected to such an immense physical property bearing down on it. It would be the flawless means to carry out justice on the guilty.
He set the behemoth into motion, stood to the side to get a good, close view of the execution. The steel wheels slowly moved, screeching off the tracks, hauled the gargantuan steel megaton train towards the riving and wriggling human worm attempting to break free from the rope, there would be no such luck. Victor had thought two further steps ahead and tied the rope not just to his hands and ankles, also around the track itself, he was held tight and secure. His destination was with the metal juggernaut and that alone.
The suffering he faced was too great, precisely how Victor envisioned it. He was not disappointed with the taste of the cold vengeance.
The wheels ran over Alyosha's head and groin. His skull and crotch were gradually applied an unbearable pressure, the tons and tons of weight was brought down on it, cracking and crushing at it until it gave in, splitting his head in half like a ripe melon and splattering his love organs into mush. A fitting demise for the scoundrel, his days of violating women were finished. The train ran over the mutilated body of Alyosha.
Victor exited the train yard, his work there was done. He left the butchered remains of the guilty to freeze over. Someone would discover it in the morning. The mutilator from the grave had bigger fish to fry. The mastermind who arranged the incident, responsible for pulling the trigger, along with his empire was next on his
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