The work on my sequel to "A Mindful Death" has begun...Here's a short preview of "A Swedish Chameleon", due for release in 2019.
"The nails were hammered in with anger. Precision didn't matter. This wasn't going to look pretty, just efficient. The tape over the mouth silenced the screams, but the eyes were wide opened with fear, pain, and anger, inside a body that was attached to the wall with a dozen nails. Blood splashed with every new hole left by the 3mm thick and 10cm long nails.
What a fucking mess.
When the thirteenth nail was halfway into his left wrist, he screamed. Even if no one heard him, the pain felt so intense and excrutiating that he quivered and shook. It was only a couple of seconds before the fourteenth nail entered his right shoulder. Pain turned into anger, screams into curses, wishing it was he nailing his father and the whole fucking system that had allowed this to happen to the wall.
It wasn't he who was the traitor; it was the ethnically mixed society.
They were the traitors, the enemies. Financed by drug smuggling operations, weapons sales and human trafficking, we had defended ourselves and our birth right to be the superior Aryan race.
It should be them, the enemies, who were nailed, tortured, and eliminated.
Something had gone terribly wrong.
The light went out. It turned pitch black. A dead silence followed."
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"The nails were hammered in with anger. Precision didn't matter. This wasn't going to look pretty, just efficient. The tape over the mouth silenced the screams, but the eyes were wide opened with fear, pain, and anger, inside a body that was attached to the wall with a dozen nails. Blood splashed with every new hole left by the 3mm thick and 10cm long nails.
What a fucking mess.
When the thirteenth nail was halfway into his left wrist, he screamed. Even if no one heard him, the pain felt so intense and excrutiating that he quivered and shook. It was only a couple of seconds before the fourteenth nail entered his right shoulder. Pain turned into anger, screams into curses, wishing it was he nailing his father and the whole fucking system that had allowed this to happen to the wall.
It wasn't he who was the traitor; it was the ethnically mixed society.
They were the traitors, the enemies. Financed by drug smuggling operations, weapons sales and human trafficking, we had defended ourselves and our birth right to be the superior Aryan race.
It should be them, the enemies, who were nailed, tortured, and eliminated.
Something had gone terribly wrong.
The light went out. It turned pitch black. A dead silence followed."
Copyright©Lars Bolin – All rights reserved
- Copyright (c) Lars Bolin - All rights reserved -
Copyright©Lars Bolin – All rights reserved
