The One With The Dog

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The One With The Dog

I woke earlier than usual this morning sweating and breathing heavily. The interview which I have this afternoon makes me feel sick as fuck. Due to the fact In eight hours time I 'll be interviewing some sick fucker that gets aroused by children.

I need this interview badly, as lately my work has been lacking something, maybe I get too involved with my work, not the newspaper work, but my other job.

I crawled from bed and stumbled towards the door, picking up the "USA Today" on the way. The name Brian Williams caught my attention as I glanced at the front page. He was a renowned paedophile, who had just been released from jail, after serving eight years for child related offences.

I unlocked the door, opening it to see that some cunt had smashed my milk bottles. The milk poured onto the cold wooden floor boards and to make it even worse some fucking mutt was standing there lapping it up. The filthy animal then entered my apartment, so I gave it a sarcastic smile and slammed the door shut.

I walked over to the kitchen and filled a small bowl with water and placed it under the dogs nose, which the dog began to drink straight away.

I walked over to the bed and pulled a box from underneath it. in this box I kept various tools, from which I took a small iron hammer and five six inch nails, these were handy for torturing or maiming some innocent citizen.

I looked at the dog to see it whimpering and clawing at the door so I discretely approached it, and with one sudden blow to its hind legs, it was wimpering on the floor in excruciating pain.

Its wimpering started to piss me off so I grabbed it by its neck and choked it until the fucker shut up. I grabbed its left ear and placed it on the floor and took out one of the six inch nails.

I positioned the nail in the middle of it's ear and then with my right knee, I clamped its face down, making sure it couldn't escape or bite me.

With the nail in place and the dog imoble, I lifted the hammer up and smacked it down, but instead of hitting the nail, I smacked the dog right in its mouth. It gave out a satisfying yelp so I did it again, and again, each time getting more forceful. By this time its jaw was broken and its face covered in blood. I then took its left hind leg and began twisting it. The sound of the bones crunching together was music to my ears and it reminded me of crisps being crunched.