About a month ago, my fiancée was almost raped. We live in Venezuela, and I must tell you that, even if I don't know any other country, this is as close to hell as you can imagine.

She was getting out of a pharmacy, at 8:00pm, on her way to home, and she was gun-pointed by a guy in a motorcycle. That guy took her cellphone, her money, jewelry, everything. But before leaving, he noticed something, he noticed a small cleavage in my fiancée and told her to enter her car. He took the wheels with her sitting in the co-pilots seat, gun-pointing at her, and threatening that if she even tries to move, he will shoot at her.

After driving for 10 mins, they where in a really dark street, close to a Favela-Like neighborhood, don't know how to explain it really well, its a place where even kids with 12y/o have guns. He stopped the car, and while pointing at her head, he told her to remove her clothes as fast as she could. While she was crying, she started getting naked, and in the middle of removing her pants (she was topless by now) a Coca-Cola truck passed in front of the car, she jumped out of the car as fast as she could buying some time by throwing her shirt in the rapists face. The guy in the truck saw her running and opened the truck's door so she could enter, and the other dude, jumped out of the car and started shooting at the truck.

Luckily, my fiancée and the truck's driver where harmless, and the dude ran away with her car, that was later found in another street nearby the first point of encounter, in the pharmacy.

We called the police, everything to try and track him down and bring him to justice, but in this shitty and stupid country, there is nothing we could do about it. Policemen where asking for gigantic amounts of money just to track him down, and even so, they told us that he hasn't done anything because he didn't actually raped her, he just robbed her, and that's not a serious crime, he will get out in a couple hours.

I decided to take justice by my hand, and I tracked my girlfriends phone (thanks windows phone for that) and paid 2 dudes I work with to help me kidnap that fucker. We stalked the place where the phone indicated it was, and took some pictures. I showed them to my girlfriend saying it was the result of the police investigation I managed to paid, but in reality, I just needed her to confirm that was the guy who tried to rape her.

After she started crying looking at the pictures of this dude, I knew it was him. So I went with my 2 friends, and when we saw him, this Wednesday, 10pm, going out of his house, we followed him for like, 5 minutes, and when we where at a almost-alone street, we rammed him. He felt into the ground, we apologized, some people came to help, we told them we where the guilty ones and we where going to take him to the hospital really quick. We put him, still conscious, into the rear seat, one of my friends noticed the gun and struggled with him a bit to take it, and we convinced him because "he wont be able to enter the hospital with that".

I revealed my identity, my friend gun-pointed with his gun and I had the rapists gun in my hand. We took it to my office's parking, that's underground, a basement, I tied him to a chair with some tie-wraps, and my friends left. I swear to god I never felt so alive, I beat him to death with a crowbar I had in my trunk. I busted his kneecaps, his hands, his shoulders before I started smacking him on the face and that's it, I killed a guy, holy shit he started crying telling me that he was poor and he needed to rob her to eat, and he didn't want to rape her, just to scare her a little, and It didn't matter, I didn't stop beating him until he stopped breathing.... I cleaned the place and paid a hefty amount to a police officer to report the death as "common crime" or some "gang-fight"... the equivalent of 800$, that's what a life costs here!!! and my girlfriend doesn't even know, she thinks its in jail or something... and I will never be able to tell her the truth...

I just needed to get this off... I will never, ever be able to tell her...

EDIT: I already set up an appointment with a psychiatrist, and my lawyer just in case. Its 11:00am, the appointment is at 3:00pm today, and Monday with the lawyer. I don't condone what I did, I wouldn't be proud if my son did it. I know it was the bad thing, I know I should have shot him instead of beating him down, but I now know that was because I unleashed on him, everything this country had made to me. Getting robbed 2 times a week, not finding toilet paper, flour, sugar, having water outages, power outages, getting robbed by policemen who doesn't earn enough money to life, everything its happening here on Venezuela, that gives me stress and makes me feel bad, everything, I unleashed that on him. That makes me feel even worse. Some people here say like "good for you, I would have done the same" but I bet, you don't. You have to live here, under this circumstances to truly be at the point where you do that kind of stuff. I am sorry if I sicken some of you, I feel that same way about me. That's why I don't know if I have to tell my fiancée... what if she leaves me? what If she sees me differently?... what if she founds out im going to a psychiatrist? ... im really lost in this