He broke you down first. It might take him days. It might take him years. But by God, he was gonna break you.
And not just the kind of breaking where you surrendered and did what he wanted for fear of the pain. No, this was true breaking. With this breaking your life is so consumed by pain that all you can do is scream and drool and shit yourself. He broke your fucking mind.
He started at age nine. His first victim was a chihuahua named Rex.
Rex was found alive, eyes rolled into the back of his skull, barking like he was pleased as punch. That dog had flipped its lid.
His legs and tail had been violently "removed." His lower jaw had been torn off by hand, giving the bark a strange tone. A hundred toothpicks had been shoved into its eyeballs. Its skin had been flayed from its flesh. The thing had become a creature of pain.
He didn't find pleasure in killing. He found pleasure in inflicting pain.
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