“Oh, this gives me great pleasure to have a second chance to kill you, this time with my bare hands. I hate you so much. I hate you, you f*****g bastard…”
Williamson’s arms and face shook as he strangled Buquet, until he saw the old man’s skin turn white.
“Do it! Do it! Kill him!” Williamson heard the Beast shout.
Williamson looked up and saw himself in a grimy mirror choking Buquet. Disgusted by his crazed reflection, Phillipe let go of his throat. Breathing deeply, Williamson staggered over to the mirror, covered his face in his hands and leaned his forehead into the glass.
“No! No! What are you doing, my friend? Why are you hesitating? Finish him off! He certainly deserves it. Make sure that no other child will suffer—”
“Quiet, Beast!”
“Phillipe… Phillipe…”
Williamson turned his
