At the two minutes of hate I met a
dark-haired girl which was sat behind me she was vivid and beautiful. I had
beautiful hallucinations of her. I would flog her to death with a rubber
truncheon. I would tie her naked to a stake and shoot her full of arrows like
St Sebastian. I would ravish her and cut her throat at the moment of climax. I
later realized why I hated her she was young, sexless and pretty, and because I
wanted to go to bed with her and I would never be able to do so.
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