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Revelation

He could not mistake that voice. During these past years, it had taunted him. With each body found, that voice would call him. Without a doubt, he had found the Torturer’s home.

Anders turned around and drew his pistol. Standing near the doorway to this torture room, was Patrick Smith, aka the Torturer.

“We finally meet face to face Bill.” he said calmly.

“Put your hands on your head, and get on the ground.” Anders shouted. Even though, the Torturer’s hands were visible, he was not going to take any chances.

The horror that had gripped the city was caused by this one person. He was clean shaven, neatly dressed in a t-shirt and slacks; he could blend in with no problem.

He started to bring his hands up, but instead of putting them on his head, he clasped them in front of him. He had a slight smile to face. Yet, there was no sense of fear, anger, or any other emotion from him beyond that.

This room revealed the true nature of what this man was capable of and who he was. The sickness of his existence.

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