Chapter 2.

The door creaks open ...

A tall, thin figure appeared from the doorway. Looking closely, you could see that she was dressed in an old-fashioned mens suit and moves jerkily and awkwardly.Opening the door abruptly, the figure took a quick step into the warehouse .Hehe, it's time to change roles..

Throwing a crowbar over my shoulder, I look in the door.So, around a deaf forest, in 100 meters the started car is parked, in its salon nobody.In the silence, strange sounds coming from the trunk.I'll deal with this later.I go back to the warehouse and close the door behind me. Oh ... where is he in such a hurry that he left the keys in the lock?

There was a dreamy smile on my face.There is so much I want to try, to do with it from teething to one Chinese torture I have long wanted to try!Its essence is to drive the victim crazy by the method of death in agony that will last somewhere ... 3 hours?What a rich choice ... So stop, first need to tie.I lock the door, taking the key with me.It turned out quite noisy.

-What the hell ?! On the opposite side of the warehouse came fast approaching footsteps.

No sense in hiding, the effect of surprise often saved my life. Stop, I didn't hear? - in the silence clearly heard the characteristic sound of reloading the gun. He has a firearm, better if I'm wrong. Well, it will be fun, so the game will be even more interesting!

I see in front of me the features of a figure that is awkwardly pushing towards the exit. He seems to be poorly oriented in the dark, this is my chance. In his right hand he holds something like a pistol, constantly poking it in different directions. Seriously?!I take a couple of quick steps towards him. I hit him on the head with a low swing.A couple of shots cut through the silence ...

Heck, this body is damn weak. It's good that at least it didn't hit me. It looks like my blow was weak ... weak ... too weak ... raging. An uncontrolled wave of aggression is rising from the middle. Sober thoughts leave my head ... pull out a gun, cut it down, leave it alive to get information, it all fades into the background. I knock the freak to the floor and hit him. At first I still strike blows with a crowbar, later I pass to fists. Resistance is too insignificant. Silence is cut by sounds of shots and screams. Before eyes the ugly face of the freak any more. and someone else. Familiar words are heard in my ears.

Before my eyes there is such a blurred face. If you look closely you can even see the features. Hell, hallucinations again ... it seems it was the last more or less conscious thought. Then I just beat. When I came to, I saw the usual picture, but checking the pulse was surprised .He was still alive, what can be fixed. I get up and take a crowbar, a few blows to the neck corrected the situation. Then I turn my face so as not to immediately recognize the body. If there is a scratch, respectively, my DNA is under his nails. I will have to cut off the palms of my hands. With access to various 'toys', it took 20 minutes.

I go to the door. I stop to open the lock and walk on. The sounds from the car intensified. I think I understand what's there.

Returning to the warehouse, I take the pistol lying around the body, so I still managed to knock it out.I check the cartridges and return to the car. Kill or rape? This choice was made by a girl 20-22 years old with disheveled blonde hair and a clear 4 size. She was tied with a rope and her mouth was taped. At first I even thought she was still in her underwear, but it was a swimsuit. At least a very candid swimsuit. A difficult choice ... Seeing me, she began to moan more actively and try to free herself. Because of this, in certain places her body was compressed ...

Stop. She saw my face, and it decided her fate, although I did not even try to hide it...

On such, I even feel sorry to spend cartridges. I take her neck with both hands, and a soul. Her breasts make the last couple of breaths, she starts to break out more strongly. I squeeze her neck. now it is probably narrow ... I drag my body for another 5 minutes and pull my hair to the warehouse. I go to the car and close the trunk. I take a lighter from the glove compartment of the car and go to the warehouse. The last time I go around it, taking some toys from there. I borrowed spare clothes from the dead ... it's a pity that only the pants came up, and those in a stretch.

Everything seems. I close the warehouse and set it on fire. I stand for a few minutes watching as the flames quickly engulf the building and confidently go to the car. On she I plan to get to the nearest highway, then hitchhiking to the city ...