All of it had filtered through my mind like a screening of mankind's greatest horror stories or cheesy horror movies.I should have known better. We we...en't dealing with a man. And women have long been known as the creators of the worst atrocities.With revulsion choking me, we walked into a room Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess, would have felt at home in.The once-white tiles of the floor, walls and ceiling were encrusted with untold amounts of blood and gore that the water hose in one. He looked at himself sitting bottomless in the house where two whores like ladies around him and looked at the decent pics with friends and colleagues in Facebook. By seeing that himself started feeling how lucky he is compared to all those friends and colleagues to be in that bottomless situation. He posted few happy status and comments on his friends posts. He was literally enjoying being in two opposite worlds at a same time. He was keep changing his sight from pics on Facebook and the Asses. “I need to speak with you about your math grade.” He said“Oh, I know it isn’t so great im trying really hard and I-”He waved a hand at me “Calm down Emma, I was going to say it improved” That really shocked me, my grade had improved? That was impossible! I never did any of the work or homework. “Emma I’ve heard talk around and I came over here not only to talk about your grade but about what’s been said.” He turned to me and I swear I could see him smile “Yes, sir? What is it?” He turned facing. I looked at him in a panic. “I like to take window.” He said smiling back at me and then turning to peer out into the depot. I looked at my seat next to the window and pointed to it. “You can have the seat next to the window.” I said to him as if he were a child. “It’s ok.” I said and nodded. He looked at my seat and smiled. “Eees OK?” He said waiting for a confirmation. I looked up into the aisle and the large woman was charging closer and closer like a determined rhinoceros. He started to get.