His throat hurt when awakened by the cries of the driver, got out of found filled with the bustle of the city in the morning. He turned and looked confused as the car sped away, a reality hit him came as a surprise to hear again the characteristic sound of the engine.
-Jensen-the name for his larynx climbed strongly embracing his lips trying to be heard, a solitary tear rolled down leaving a trail of moisture on his cheek. He looked at his feet looking at the small bags with him, his, with virtually notenía nada y la de Jensen que ostentaba unas cuantas manchas de color rojo oscuro.
I take them with a trembling hand decided to seek a place away from prying eyes by not taking off their clothes worn and humble, froze at the thought that even wearing the uniform of the camp, but was surprised to view reflected in a huge glass, the old driver apparently took his sleep to change their clothes. I silently thanked the stranger without a face ...
walked aimlessly for a few minutes until exhaustion made reductions in their forces, flopped on a bench under the shelter of an enorm tree. The wind blew strong eliciting a shudder from head to toe, went to the bench legs sticking them to his chest in a vain attempt to feel safe
- eh you never asked for anything important ... did not hear me gunpoint when my mother and my sister ... it is a sin that will escontra of your designs. But please not to take it away from me. Do not take away from Jensen -
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fell headlong into the hard floor burst her lip feeling like sending an immediate run-up of sharp stitches in his forehead, he heard moaning in pain despite Bergenpain that was upon him at that time could not help laughing. Center full force in your legs together and then slowly until incorporated into a semi-erect, clapping a hand to his side more injured, trying to reduce the pangs that seemed not want to give minimum truce, he left the body slowly writhed spasmodically increasingly "will soon die!" said the general, turning away willing to take off once and for all but a whisper behind him made him stop short.
-it finds and you reventare ass ...- The soldier whispered thickly, that he liked the first time and I do not think that has changed, ended with a cough before haltingly
laugh
Jensen became glued in place to listen to Bergen, the just saw him hit Jared but ... he did not know what their child had suffered before being beaten by find the bastard. The thought of that night, that bloody night that almost do the same ... General shivered from head to toe suddenly invaded a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach, turned slowly on his heels at the man on the floor with something quite similarbeen a crazy painted on his face, Bergen shot dead when he guessed the blank look that the general gave him. There was nothing in there ... not even hate, maybe that was what made him shiver of pure terror.
smiled contemptuously drawn to see the fear in the soldier's face
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are not that man without a gun in your hands, walked to the gun that was pulled Bergen two meters from where he lay bleeding to death slowly past him without even looking at it and slowly bent containing a groan in pain, struggling to emerge from her throata.
pressed the gun between his fingers, feeling the anger passed from his body to the cold metal piece, blending so that it became an appendage of his body, smile or back to see the frightened look of his subordinate, he wondered if it was the same look that Jared's eyes reflected the face of aggression this bastard, a new pang gripped her body filling a new full of energy pulse, his blood ran swift and violent in his veins, his heart took a soft, rhythmic "pum ... pum ... pum" whipping against his chest & hellip; picked up the gun and cocked it under the watchful eye of Bergen ...
- do you have eaten tongue? - Jensen asked letting out a loud laugh as she dropped all her strength butt the gun right in the crotch of Bergen who writhed on the floor, putting her hand to her ...
-go ... tell me how you feel? ... you like to break my ass and cock - hit back just strong and concise at the same place over and over and over again, feeling as the weapon sank a little more each time he hit ...
-stop ...Edoras, Jensen raised his boot dropping back into the bloody area ... whirl furiously again and again to see the spasms that ran through almost unconscious. Stopped dead staring at the body lying before him, took back the gun in his hand pointing to the genital area, plunging the barrel in the red meat getting a squeal similar to a pig slaughter ...
-shit of my soul dies with you ... life has given me a second chance ... I hope you rot in hell calo a thud in his ears, silence permeated death invaded &
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