[He can feel his heart beginning to race, his blood pounding in his ears at the obscene attentions Adrian pays to his filthy gloves. If only there were more of them, he thinks suddenly, as the notion makes heat stir deep in the pit of his stomach. If only there were more to kill, more lives to take, more blood to soak his hands. If only.
There is no one here to judge him for these feelings. No one here to feel ashamed before.]
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[He can feel his heart beginning to race, his blood pounding in his ears at the obscene attentions Adrian pays to his filthy gloves. If only there were more of them, he thinks suddenly, as the notion makes heat stir deep in the pit of his stomach. If only there were more to kill, more lives to take, more blood to soak his hands. If only.
There is no one here to judge him for these feelings. No one here to feel ashamed before.]
I regret only that it was over so soon...