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Pipe Justice

by Anonymous | Score: 1200

I drag the metal pipe behind me, hearing it scrape against the bloodied asphault. With slow, calculated steps, I approached the man in front of me. All I could think of was how much I pitied this man, and how much I was going to make him pay.

With wild eyes, the man tried to crawl backwards away from me, frantically looking for anything to defend himself with. His hands grasped at a used bottle of syrup, swinging it around in a fruitless attempt to hold me back. I kicked it out of his hands and readied the pipe to swing.

"Wait! Please don't!" He said, the desperation filling his voice. "I didn't mean to kill her!"


I bring the pipe down on his leg, with the entire might of my rage. I wasn't going to entertain his bullshit lies. It connects, making an awful shattering noise. He wont be standing.

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