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A Story by Headphones Vocal Method


Submitted:Oct 23, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


^a lyric from the song on the radio plays, a slight noize from the train station outside creeps through a gap in the window....Jools lifts his head after taking a drag on his cigerette and shouts "shut ur fukin mouth!" the gagged man he had earlier beaten up was in alot of pain and obviously needed "medical attention". Jools caused this, he enjoys revenge, it's his thing.
Jools stands up and cracks his back and neck. while the victim mumbles a scream through the tape over his mouth jools walks over to the window, struggles to shut it, turns around and says, "so.....dad...you had one chance!?....u messed up, i dnt give second chances" he takes two steps towards the beaten sad excuse people call his father, kneels down, grabs the cunt by the chin and whispers "i'll never havta deal with your idiotic excistence again" and pushes him to the floor.
Jools checks the knots on the rope wrapped round the victims body, finishing this he pulls out lighter fluid from his pocket and sprays it over the pethetic beaten body.....with a devilish grin he walks towards the door, he takes one last drag on his cigerette and throws it over his shoulder setting the room alight..,..as he closes the door the mumbled screams become a silence as he walks away smiling.........did he know the violent nature of this would ease such a pain....to fukin right!





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