The day I got caught
I was stupid enough to get near Jims web. I played the game and lost. Well done Jim. You knew exactly how to lure me into the flat. You knew exactly what strings you had to pull so I’d be blinded by hatred.
I couldn’t stand the thought of you having found a better replacement for me. I wanted to make sure, wanted to know if it’s true. And you gave me nothing but your bloody lovey-dovey entries in your blog. My anger was fueled day by day. My mind was strained when you picked up this homeless-scumbag and brought it into my former flat. You want to feed a pet with him or what?
But I stayed sane until you got hurt. When I was trough the entry my mind was reduced to sheer instinct. I wanted to see this bloody replacement dead as fast as possible. Everything else didn’t matter anymore.
Warning: The following part contains violence!! (NC-17)
