“F**k,” He gasped between heaves. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”
It had all gone to waste. F*****g all of it. His f*****g meticulous planning, all those stuff, all those stolen stuff lives had been sacrificed for. F*****g all of it. His legs buckled under him. He didn’t make an effort to stay upright. He just didn’t give a f**k anymore. Let the little leeches come if they wanted. A demented laugh escaped his bleeding lips. There would be bloodshed. Maybe enough to intoxicate him into <insert word here>.
“Come on, I’m here. I’m heeeeeere!” He let out a war whoop. “Come and get me, ya f*****g moronic a******s!” They wouldn’t come. Of course they wouldn’t, not when he wanted them to. Those f*****g unreliable b******s. A little whiny voice in the back of his mind informed him that he was losing his mind.
“I don’t give a s**t. As long as you go with it,” He muttered darkly. He stood and examined his surroundings.