Sven listened as best he could and felt pure anger and hatred welling up at this guy. This monster. The screaming----poor Sam. Everyone. This piece of shit near murdering Davy. The Swede had to pull it all together as to not punch or smash something right now. He just clenched his fists and nodded, trying his best to remain calm but the words Jerry was saying about poor Davy.
"The way he slumped was so unnatural."
This fucking piece of shit near killed Davy! Fuck!
"No----NO!"
Sven ripped himself away from where he was standing and yanked out the keys to his bike. He needed some air, something. Fuck this shithead. He needed to be locked up and put in prison with the key thrown away. No. This guy deserved to be buried alive and choked out.
This fuckhead deserved to fucking die.
The Swede swore in his mother tongue and went into the parking lot, jumping onto his bike without saying another word, revved the engine and tore away to somewhere.
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Date: 2023-11-09 08:05 pm (UTC)"The way he slumped was so unnatural."
This fucking piece of shit near killed Davy! Fuck!
"No----NO!"
Sven ripped himself away from where he was standing and yanked out the keys to his bike. He needed some air, something. Fuck this shithead. He needed to be locked up and put in prison with the key thrown away. No. This guy deserved to be buried alive and choked out.
This fuckhead deserved to fucking die.
The Swede swore in his mother tongue and went into the parking lot, jumping onto his bike without saying another word, revved the engine and tore away to somewhere.