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...