Alessandro
"What the fuck is your problem, Fabiano!" I said, banging my hand on the table.
"What did I do now?" He said in a whiny irritating voice.
This man knows how to irritate me to no end. I just crave and obsess about killing him all day.
I want to see the light leave his eyes. I want to watch him take his last breath. I want to feel the warmness of his disgusting blood on my hands.
I only fantasize about murdering him. Day in, day out.
It's an intense and obsessive fantasy. And I won't rest until I see it come to pass.
"Alessandro, I heard of your extracurricular activities." He said excitedly while popping a grape into his mouth.
Psychotic dipshit.
"What are you going on about?" I asked him seemingly having no time for his stupid games.