The story of the "Demonic Sword" No. 3
- It's not a mask! I saw a black tongue writhing inside! He tore me apart! He tore it off! That's why half of me swims in this pool! Lee recognized Sam Gross. The boy didn't have legs yet. He crawled towards it, and his body parts were held together by thousands of stitches.
- Liar! It was a man! He strangled me! He probably wanted to do something else, but... Yves Turpin shouted.
- Officer! Kids know shit! The old man with the stitched temporal lobe exclaimed. James recognized him as Jerry Kelly. He disappeared recently. An old drunk whose loss was unheard of. He was approaching it, slowly making his way. He stroked the children's heads and gently moved them by the shoulders. - He was where you found this new little one! You talked to him! It's from you! This is the one who got drunk with black coffee!
What? James whispered in disbelief.
- He drank black coffee with whole buckets! I had sand in my eyes and ears, but I saw it! I saw and heard everything!
What?
- I swear by my grandchildren! He killed me! He killed me because I wanted to help this kid!
Then everything began to shrink until it disappeared. James Lee woke up on the floor of the conference room. A thick layer of sick sticky sweat covered his body. He vomited on the floor and, unable to stand up with all his might, rolled to the side so as not to fall face down in his own place. The door slammed shut and hit the wall.
Jimmy! Jimmy! Jesus Christ! What happened?!
"You were drinking black coffee..." he gasped. - You drank black coffee with whole buckets...
His voice was guttural, as if something was stuck in his larynx.
- Jimmy, you're delusional. You can get up. I'll drive you...
"You killed those kids, Bill... and drank black coffee ...
- No, Jimmy.
- yes, and this drunkard too. Keitel? Kerry?
He thought he could see now. He sees things he couldn't see before. William Shaw's eyes were absolutely inhuman. He could almost see the werewolf's long snout and monstrous fangs. He got to his feet with a sudden surge of adrenaline, and then sat down on the table. The prosecutor grabbed him from behind and folded his arms across his chest.
- Jimmy, calm down! Calm down! I'm with you, everything will be fine. You just need to calm down.
James felt something in his hand. He examined the shape with his fingers. A thin handle. He broke free and swayed.
- Jesus! Jim, no!
The stunned prosecutor fell to the floor. Blood flowed from the sockets through his fingers. Lee jumped on him and hit him.
- You killed! You killed them all!
He sat astride his chest. He beat and bit until blood bled between his teeth. One hand searched the table. She refused papers and paper clips. She found something heavier. He took off the paper knife and tore off the blade. He raised his arms above his head to plunge the saw blade into the man's chest when someone's hands grabbed him. He just managed to shout: The casino boasts an impressive variety of games, ranging from classic slots and progressive jackpots to table games like blackjack, poker, and roulette. For https://thebillboard.co.za/ players who enjoy the thrill of live gaming, SilverSands offers an immersive live dealer section where users can interact with professional dealers in real-time.
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