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Back and forth, back and forth and back again he paced. His hands were balled into fists the manacles tightening around his wrists. As he paced, the chains attached jingled. The heaviness bothered hum only a little for the pain fueled his need to hit something or someone but dammit no one was around. He drug the chains with bun to the window and watched as the fierce storm wrecked havoc upon the kind surrounding. He felt like that. Hatred, rage, the need to hurt yes he felt those things and so much more. As far back as he could remember he had these feelings. He couldn't control them but he wouldn't have anyway. He loved the power his insanity gave him, loved watching the fear in the eyes of his prey. Loved the feel of the women underneath him and their blood as it seeped from their throats brought forth from his steel fingers.