I'm going to be very vague in my post, for obvious reasons. Also this is a throwaway, again, for obvious reasons.
My sister was raped by an unknown man. Well, we never knew, there were some suspects, but nothing quite penned out. I think if they had all the technology at their disposal in those days, he would have been convicted. There was one guy who most likely was "the one" but my sister failed to identify him and, as I said, no evidence.
Some ten years later I tracked him down. I confronted him. At first he didn't seem to know what or who I was talking about but when I pressed him, and described my sister into some detail as well as the location and date of when it happened, his lips curled into a smile and he literally spoke these bone chillig words: "Ah, her... yes, she was hot..."
Something inside me snapped and I shot the guy in the dick.
From the angle I stood and held the gun I reckon I shot his whole frank 'n beans clean off. To this day my only regret is that it wasn't his head.
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