You Were the Summer of That Year

We were separated from school and society many years later. I met you once. I am a drug lord and you are a policeman. I know your identity and I have no mercy. All your hands and feet were cut off. I tortured you until there is not a good piece of meat. You asked me, do you hate me so much? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.