The only way to achieve maximum pleasure from it, I should add, is if I got to savagely beat him with my bare hands. Forget a rifle, even knives, fuck em. I want to feel that man's brittle old bones crunching under the weight of my fist. I want to hear his skull crack when I force the back of his head into the gravel on the roads.
I wish this man was real, just so I could have his blood on my hands.