Hall of Suffering
The blade is drooling over the blood it has, your blood. Unperturbed by your gig of screaming, I chopped slender slices of your thumb. A minimal percentage of the deformed finger is left for you because you can suck on the fear till you graduate from my world-class school. The laptop on my desk is fully charged and I have to watch a documentary on Charles Sobhraj but you just won't shut the thumb up. You're putting ideas into my head...Sushi out of your tongue? Fuck it, I am not a fishy person. I am good, I am your expert guidance. Blabber in silence, my patience is running thin. I have done a great job on this short slideshow. Without wasting my energy put your eyes and ears on my presentation. The second slide shows the picture of a man with a burnt palm and the third one is of a woman who lost her wrist because a robber had demanded for her Apple watch. She had to pay a bomb (I mean a working wrist) for not spending her attention on his command. The following photograph is o...