Excerpt: Satanhouse

Moving in closer, it barked louder and louder in a pained rage. “Fuck you, piece of shit animal!” Christian shouted out, swooping his arm with great speed, knife in hand. It stabbed into it's back, blood pouring out. As the dog yelped in pain, Levi broke into a booming laughter, creating a kind of electricity that forced Christian to follow. Again he stabbed, this time in the back end. The dog yelped louder, it's barks melding into whimpers of agony.

“Fucking piece of shit!” Christian yelled, kicking the dog in the throat. It began vomiting stomach acid and blood, whimpering and crying in absolute torture. As it fell to the ground, he began stabbing it over and over in the belly, blood now pouring everywhere. It became thoughtless, just natural. Christian allowed the equilibrium to take over, to do it's job. And then, he just stopped.

The dog now laid, dying. Each breath an obvious struggle, it didn't even have the energy to whimper, all it could do was wait to die. The feelings of horror began to return, regret began to pour over Christian. He pulled he picture from his pocket. The child, saddened, with the tortured face. For a few seconds he just meditated on the child. On what this animal had condemned the boy to. His regret and horror floated away, he returned to his center.