Carrie

The more blood rushed out of the man's arm like a stream that was just released from the bondage of thick rocks, the more Kante derived pleasure from that moment.

I, on the other hand, who was throwing up hopefully the last batch of the weird liquid mixture that just came out of me, wondered if Kante was in any way in his right mind.

Regardless of his desire or thirst for blood, he had no right to walk into that room and carve deep pain into Mr. Calmar's arm.

But then, seeing Kante in such a scene broke the view I always had of him. As his eyes...