The Justice

I traced his pallid face, his eyes closed and his lips in a soft smile as though in peace. He looked tranquil in his unconscious state, unaware of the imminent danger he had brought on himself. Who would have guessed who he is? A 24 year-old gentleman who feared to even hurt a fly, willing to drag sex workers to a room to satisfy his ravishing desires. Of course, looks are deception as I have been told. But now, right now and then, I would ensure his deeds end.