A burst of crimson red blood splattered against the young girl’s white T-shirt. It made him aroused, unusual thoughts started to fill his head. XXNX It was obvious Mordie waiting to die—to be reunited with his mother. Thinking of a plan, not just mindlessly pursuing something. He finally grabbed the doorknob, his hand shaking clearly he was nervous; he started to turn it ever so gently, painstakingly slow, inch-by-inch he started to open the door. No longer being watched by other family members Mordie was a man, a man that can freely do what his heart desired. In his eyes no. He looked at her from head to toe with a sickening smile across his face. Yes on one lucky night her parents left the house dressing fancy, he knew that they was going out.
