"This fucking cat was actually reading my mind and continually changing colors about every thirty seconds.I tried to clear my mind of incriminating th...ughts. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"He told me his name was Rich; he was born in Sicily, and then later moved to Savannah, Georgia when he was fourteen. He said he was born as my soul mate, the man of my dreams and that we were to meet, get married and live happily ever after in storybook fashion.However, all that changed because of. Just as we reached the station we saw a donkey and a mare having sex. My sister Amrita and I were both seeing all this. I looked at Amrita.She was smiling with her head held down. We ignored this and got on the train. I went to confirm my seat but it was not confirmed. The TC told me to ask the TTR in the train for a berth so I thought that I had to arrange for a seat anyhow.We got a seat just next to the door but only one person could sit there so she sat on my lap. At the next station, the tt. Especially with the hot looking make up her killer had applied onto her stunningly beautiful face which even death failed to dimninish.. It looked like another of the Kosmetics Killer's victim but the modus operandi was different so the police did not suspect him this time.I gave her a long French kiss on her red lips while fondling her shapely breasts and running my fingers down the long row of stitches cutting across her smooth, soft and pale belly. Some blood was still oozing from the wound. The soldiers dropped her just outside the door in the mud and the one on her right kicked her hard in the stomach. She doubled over and clutched her stomach. She fell to her side, her face scrunched and red, trying desperately to bring air into her lungs. She must have managed better than he thought, because Cien didn’t even realize she’d gotten enough air to scream, but she had, and it was long and pain filled. Sorrowful as if she knew she was going to die, and there was nothing anyone could.