Chapter 1: ~judgment~

Gaara had already been on the road for some time, when he finally found a drinks machine that offered his favorite drink.
It was called 'CoCo' and tasted like cold coffee and lemon.
Although it was not everyone's thing, but he tasted the stuff.
The jingling of the coins disappearing in the automaton was only a brief disturbance in this restful night.
He took the mug with the cold, black stuff out of the funnel, pressed a lid on it, and set off on his way back to his jade-colored beauty.

He was just turning into a dark alley as he heard a heavy metal door pounding against a wall.
If he had been a normal stroller, his healthy understanding of the human being would have made him want to go the other way around in this situation, but Gaara had long since lost it.
So he went on, directly to the source of the noise.
The cries that followed normally followed.
It was the horrible, panicky shriek of a young woman who caught his attention for a fraction of a second.
"She should be the same age as me." Gaara thought.
Despite the screams he remained calm. The small closure of the cup he crept in to be able to drink without having to unscrew the lid.
Their screams grew louder and more desperate.
A good lung had the girl, you had to admit.
The guy who was just stalking at this stupid thing did not seem to be exactly fit, for when the girl did not make any preparations to remain calm, he was already starting to breathe.

When Gaara reached the end of the alley, he saw the picture he had already painted.
Only that this rat was not a man, but rather a fat jellyfish with sweat marks on the clothes.
His fat ass was half naked and showed a disgusting picture, which belonged to.
The few, greasy hair was sticking to the greasy skin of this monkey, and his eyes, which were aimed at the newcomer as he strolled around the corner, were small, simple, silly slits.
From the look of the fat gorilla spoke horror at first, then relief, which immediately turned into anger.
"Piss off, you little fucker!" The jellyfish tried to growl, his rotten teeth appearing.
Quickly, Gaara let his gaze wander from this shabby creature to the little one, who looked at him with an anxious face.
Sparkling tears streamed over the pale skin of her face.
The curving attitude, in which she was pressed against the wall, revealed her despair.
Intense, emerald green eyes begged Gaara bitterly for his help.
There was a stark contrast between this finely-painted beauty and the gross, abstract art about her.
She tried to scream, but her tormentor had now tied her throat with his paw.
With her delicate hands, she tore at his stinky clothes and struck wildly with her legs, though it was in vain.
"What are you gazing like that, piss? I do not give a private show! "
The bag of the little ones seemed to go to the eggs, for he took out the other hand with his hand, and slapped her face in the face.
"Give me peace, you little whore!" His gaze turned to Gaara.
"What's now?! My patience also has an end! "
Gaara had no more desire to pursue this act.
He nodded at the fat guy briefly and drank a sip from his mug.
His eyes wandered again to the little one and for a moment their eyes crossed.
In her eyes, the horror of Gaara's complete indifference was reflected.
She bit into her fine curving lip.
A drop of blood spilled from her mouth over the lightly reddened flesh.
The fat bag gave a loud, malicious laugh as he saw the obvious ignorance in Gaara's posture.
"Good, little one. Smart decision. And now hiss! "His opponent followed his words and continued his way without turning around.
Not because he was afraid of the greasy figure, but because he had already planned to go.
The stupid thing pushed a last, desperate "No!" Out of her lungs before silence returned.
Red strings hung Gaara's face. The refreshing wetness from his CoCo cup cooled him down a bit.
His eyes were closed and the only thing he thought about was the image of the fine blood strops dripping from the girl's mouth.
It was a beautiful and exciting sight to see this red trail dance over her lip.
Slowly he opened his eyelids, took the cup from his mouth and placed it on the floor.
Softly, he pushed the air out of his lungs and looked at his beauty of beauty, which had already been waiting for him.
With his fingers, he gently drew the contours of his mistresses until he took in a little rod-shaped object anchored in the machine. A long blade came out of the handle with one click.
His weapon smelt a new victim and was eager to be deployed.
"You have to wait, but I'll hurry. Promised."
With these words, he took leave of his wheeled undercarriage and turned back in the direction he had come to.
The screams had not yet been silenced, which encouraged him to add another tooth. The will to continue fighting was still there.

Like a dangerous beast of prey, Gaara sprang from the top of his booty and struck her with a deadly blade near the fat neck.
Fettie cried out in pain, staggered to the side, and fell on the cold, stony asphalt with the fluffy patches of fat.
Frightened, he held the gaping wound.
Lots of blood streaming over his hand put him in panic.
The bloodthirsty monster above him slowly raised his demonic gleaming eyes and a bestial grin wandered over his face.
His victim opened his eyes with horror.
"What? You?! But I thought ... I thought you had- "Gaara cut him off.
"I'm pissed off? Well, you took this chance when you called me "little shit". From then on, your death was already settled. "
The eyes of his booty were torn open.
Fettdelze saw his death in person.
He crawled away from Gaara desperately.
The sight reminded the redhead of crawling insects that were discovered when one raised a stone.
His naked ass turned the monkey in Gaara's direction.
This had been completely in his intoxication, obviously full of anticipation to slaughter this rat.
"Where are you going, Fatarsch? Do you want to wriggle? You wriggle like a miserable worm? "With a vicious cackle, he thrust his blade into the ankle of his victim.
The loud cry of pain, which followed, caused the silence of the night to tremble.
His victim turned around and reflexively rolled around.
Yes, this kind of screaming was music in Gaara's ears.
A malicious laugh came over his lips.
"Hahaha! You're already in despair now? That was nothing! "With a single sentence, he jumped up and struck his right foot into the face of the floor and broke all the teeth of the front row of teeth from the jaw.
Like a wild boar he stepped on the man's face, destroying every kind of human face.
"Well, what do you think of it? It's fun, is not it? "The screams of his booty slumped slowly. But even when the jellyfish was already no longer a muck, Gaara continued to work with his kicks, until he suddenly took in.
He sank his blade in the neck of the corpse and shook her head from the shoulders with a circular movement.
The red, metallic smelling liquid spouting from the neck, quickly formed a large pool on the asphalt.
Only when the head of the fat rolled in front of his feet did Gaara stop furious.

His breath fluttered and his muscles were very tense.
Not from the effort. No, now he was just horny.
The killing, the agonizing cries and, above all, the blood, had put him completely into ecstasy.
But who would now satisfy his lust?
What was actually about the little one? She was not running away.
He felt her presence still in his neck.
Slowly he turned around, moving as though in slow motion.
There was the stupid thing still.
She had not moved a millimeter from the place. Her eyes were wide open.
The horror that she had experienced here would surely draw her a lifetime.
She stared at him, without even thinking that she was now safe.
Her top was torn.
She did not wear a bra that could have prevented her breasts from being completely exposed.
Her tits were not very big, but perfectly matched to her remaining body.
Her pink nipples had been set up to two pearls, and they were sure to invite you to suck on them.
The little one wore only a dark skirt, which was torn at the sides.
Her panties hung on her left leg, so she did not protect her down.
But apparently Fettie had not yet penetrated her, for at first she could not see any trace of his repulsive body fluids.
As for her frightened sight, he was exactly what his cock was longing for.
She could not escape him now.
She had already lost her chance.
She was completely at his mercy.
The girl seemed to slowly grasp what her savior wanted now, and released her rigidity.