I couldn't even think straight, especially with all the shrieks coming from these worthless people.

Oh did it please me to see what a good job my men had done. The pleasure I felt with these people's blood on my hands.

I stood up to take a deep breath as the wind blew the smell of death into my nostrils . The joy I felt in seeing these people suffer, I could never be happier.

I then wiped the remaining blood on my two hands across my face as I cried out to my my men, " uccidili tutti" -kill them all.

They all cried back to me "ah harr" as they poored gasoline on one woman and threw their used and still lit cigarette on her. Her last cry echoed across the field as it silenced everyone and all we could hear was the crackling of the flames consuming her.

"Burn in hell bitch," I muttered as a grin appeared on my face.

I don't know why my men were acting like pirates but oh well as long as it doesn't stop them from ending each and everyone of these foolish buffoons I do not care.

I will not stop stop at all till I see these people all dead or half dead at least pleading for their lives at the bosom of my feet even still I will not spare them or have mercy.

The time for that had long surpassed and now it's time for me to shed blood across the land and reclaim back what was mine. Claiming my bloody retribution.