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Roland Bjorck opened the door to his apartment with the biggest perverted smile he possessed. That exact smile that made the girl in front of him yearn, though he didn't even dream of it, as she sported a sweet, half-ashamed smile. He gave space to the young woman, who although she had been responsible for herself for a long time, still maintained the pose and attitude of an innocent little girl.
He couldn't believe she was there, so she had always completely rejected him and lunged for her. But life was an amazing thing and when he closed the door behind him, passing the key, he knew she was totally at her mercy and he was never a pity guy. He thanked the heavens that it was always a day for the hunt and a day for the hunter.
He thought he was the hunter... Ah, but he had no idea.
Roland Bjorck's body was found still alive in the square, tongue and p**** severed, the entire body pierced and covered in abrasions, the acronym S.P.S.N.C carved into his forehead while a verse from the Holy Bible was stapled on your big belly. He struggled, trying not to drain his strength, but he knew his time was running out. Just as he knew his time had come when he looked into those eyes that exuded vengeance or would it be justice.
He had never seen anyone like that before and wanted to scream for help, but Roland Bjorck was right: it was always one day for the hunt and another for the hunter. And his time had come.
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