Is he that desperate to release his soul from the tedium to the point where he wants to crush his very own skull? To be honest, it made me chuckle scornfully for I thought how a power of a singular man can crush the bone material. Anyhow, I kept my gaze locked on the bald man who had sweat on his forehead and a nervous look; I believe I saw an outlandish and a repulsive grin drawing on his face. Yes, it was that odd. Playing the memory in my head again, the man’s eyes were tightly closed while his grip around his skull remained at its limited strength and his lips were curved in so as to appear as a line. Then, he squeezed his head once again and released his hold. As he started to sweat, his eyes dilated and his once fine lined lips now formed a revolting smirk while his nostrils flared; he sipped from the coffee in front of him and then all of the terrible emotions expressed on his face –for God knows what reason- disappeared.
Why? How? A stream of questions invaded my mind as I tried to decipher this act.