Drowning In My Tears

De: Alexa Keating

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The massive lumbering gates of hell were slowly being cast open this night; the hounds of hell released to reclaim these vicious misfits of humanity. They would be returned to their master and their chosen home. Hell had broken loose, quietly and without fanfare. The distant sound of the unleashed deadly hounds in pursuit began to pound, a steady, deadly beat that portended their coming arrival. Like a ticker tape on Broadway, the number of participants began to fill the pages of the black book of hell. Unbeknown to them, in very short order they would all be rejoined as the deadly hounds completed their mission of reclaiming this evil. These hounds never failed. And in hell, the master awaited their return. The two motorcycle riders silently approached the front door of the small stucco home. They were on a mission, a mission of death. ... Adam's death would be the thread that unraveled a private Internet Membership and 'cast' who directed murders, rape and evil acts so great that they challenged the balance between good and evil; and ended at the gates of hell in the Philippines.