Five days

Ted's standpoint

   I had always been a ruthless killer all my life, one who didn't think twice before firing a bullet; one who had no heart and pity no soul. Everyone who opposed me all died by my bullets or hands, some kept their fucks to themselves, caving like the cowards they were. There was less rivals that lasted long; all died sooner than usual. I would always smile in victory after a successful kill, reliving the memories of my enemies all dropping dead or their agonizing cries when I torture them to death. It was a turn on for me, almost sadomasochistic, but it wasn't exactly that way at all. Though I never admitted it, I was starting to grow tire of that lifestyle; wake up, trai