CHAPTER 13: AND THE NIGHTMARES RETURN..................
CACOPHONOUS NIGHTMARES PLAGUED HIS SLEEP. During his waking hours, between shooting, going for business meetings, getting a girl or two to help “clear his backlog”, looking for yet another poor victim to feed Blue and Red’s hungry chidren, looking for yet another animal sacrifice (that was the easy bit) to feed Blutschreib, FEU, Merk and Hell-On-Wheels; a continuous cycle of s*x, money and blood.
What have I done? He asked himself in outrage, disgust and self-loathing; the torrent of these livid emotions insufficient to drown the sheer horror.
He started sleeping with the lights on. He babbled incessantly. If it was possible for a person to drown in dark nightmares night after night, then hide it all under the glitzy ditzy, he was
