The instinct invades my blood, searing with the wrath of a thousand suns.
The instinct to tear, and kill, and destroy.
I tried to fight it, to remain calm amidst my turmoil. I have long said that to remain calm is to remain strong, but I am not calm now.
They had taken the one thing that was precious to me. All I wanted was a simple life. All I had was my son.
They stole my son and skinned him alive in pursuit of information.
Now they will suffer the same fate, for my rage will not end till they do.