"Vulom camua" he laughed as he slit the man's throat. He moved onto the next person.
He liked their screams, they said what he couldn't.
On the outside he was a sadistic killer, the inside is a different story.
On the inside he was a depressed man that couldn't say how he feels.
He couldn't say it, so his victims did it for him.
They said what he couldn't…
Red and blue lights flashed outside the warehouse.
"Somula kalula!" the police shouted outside. He smiled.
He had a chance…
He walked outside and everyone pointed their guns at him.
He ignored them and slowly walked towards the closest cop, knife glinting in the moonlight.
"Davha koula!" the cops shouted, he didn't listen.
He couldn't take it…
A bullet hit him in the side of the head.
Now, he didn't have to...
