Who I am, does not matter at
the moment. I am not going to explain my motives, nor will I tell about myself.
I am merely going to tell you what’s happening to my beloved doll after what
took nearly months to prepare. You may know me or you may not… and if by a
strange twist of fate, you will somehow recognize me… I’ve already put that into
consideration, and I’ll be visiting your house very, very soon.” – Direct quote
from the letter found in the crime scene.
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From my hiding spot, I watch my precious doll of tumbling flesh, Kari
Kamiya, as she prepares to leave school. I see her, talking idly with her
friends as she leaves the school grounds; whether or not she’s heading home
doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that she’s alone. I can only assume
that no one is aware of what’s going on. This is just what I wanted; nothing
would get in my way, now.
I wait for what seems like forever, ‘til the crowd at the school would
disperse, leaving just me, and her. I would then climb out of my van,
chloroform rag in hand, and sneak around behind her. I made sure not to make a
single sound; I didn’t even breathe, for fear of startling my precious. Once I
was close enough, I would reach out, taking her by the hips and drawing her
towards me before my free hand would pull the rag up to her face. She lets out
a ruffled scream, before the chemical takes its hold, and she passes out in my
arms. Oh, the thrill of it, the rush of adrenaline. The tingling feeling that
coursed through every bone of my body. Even though I’ve done this once before,
the sensation would never grow old.
She would wake up
several hours later, in the safety of my house. I watched her from my chair as
she slowly rubs her eyes, taking everything in. I could tell by the look on her
face that her senses were still dull from the chloroform.
“Well hello, Miss
Kari. How nice of you to finally wake up.” I tell her calmly as I grab the
remote control from the coffee table, and stand up. She cries out my name as I
walk into her sights, and it made me so glad that she remembered me.
“What’s going
on?!” she cries out, pure terror echoing through her voice. “W-where am I? What
are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry.” I
assure her, a warm smile creeping across my lips as I slowly raise the remote
before pointing it over to the nearby TV, finger lowering to press the ‘play’
button. “Just relax, and watch a homemade video with me.”
The gasps and
screams that escaped her lips as she watched the short film of my ‘visit’ with
Sora was priceless. There was no sound coming from the television, but it was
easy to tell when she screamed, because every time Sora would open her blood
covered mouth, one could clearly see her mutilated tongue, that I had carefully
peeled open with an old potato peeler. She was screaming as loud as she could
while I raped her, blood gushing from her freshly popped cherry. The grip I had
on her hips was iron-tight, while I pushed her up and down on my long member.
Her hands and feet would struggle in a vain attempt to free herself from me,
but the thick leather bindings refused to even budge. I could remember the
moment perfectly, how I had told her how much of a big, filthy slut she was,
and how she always wanted someone to come along, and rape her just like this.
With a smirk plastered across my face, I would raise my hands around her
scrawny neck, and she would make a final gasp, her limbs flailing about, before
she would go still as she fell unconscious.
I stood with Kari in silence for a second, letting it all sink in. I
set my hand down on top of her head, fingers carefully darting through her
hair, stroking her tenderly. “That was just a few days ago... didn’t you wonder
where she went when she just disappeared?”
It was at this point she began to breakdown, tears pouring from her
eyes as she lowered her head, unable to look up at me, or the screen, anymore.
“Y-yes… b-but… I never expected this…”
I pulled back on her hair roughly, bringing her face back up to the
television, forcing her to watch the last of the movie. The screen would
flicker just a bit as I pulled out my knife, and would slowly bring it up to
the flesh of Sora’s stomach. I began to slowly withdraw my throbbing prick from
her hole as the sharp end of the blade pierced through her skin, tearing open a
large hole in her gut. I quickly discarded the knife, and went about prying
open the wound further with my bare hands, her warm intestines falling into my
lap. I would smile broadly for the camera as he began to slowly fuck those
beautiful bleeding guts of hers, whispering softly ‘Fucking whore, even your
insides beg for dick’, though Kari wouldn’t be able to hear this.
That slut Sora was gurgling at this point, her eyes glazing over as she
stared at ceiling. Blood poured from her mouth, and down her chin, mixed with
saliva. She was already pissing herself, her body barely able to cling onto the
few strands of life I had left her. It wasn’t long before I would start to cum,
my warm fluid filling her insides, staining them a bright white. I began to pull
myself away from her, as my hands moved down to feel her pulse; her heart was
still beating, but just barely. She didn’t have much longer to go.
The movie ended as I rose from her near dead body, her flesh stained
with saliva, blood, and semen. My mind would wonder which one of my tortures
was the final straw that broke her will to live, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t
the one I had my eyes on. She was merely a tool used to shock my sweet Kari… The one I had always wanted to hold.
Kari began to scream hysterically, tears streaming down her face as she
shook her head, arms moving about to try to escape my grasp. She actually put
up a bit of a fight, so I had to withdraw my knife from me belt, and held it up
against her throat, the sharp blade breaking her skin, causing a few drops of
blood to spill out. It calmed her down greatly, for the time being.
“P-please… Don’t kill me...” she begged, teary eyes looking up at me,
“Please... I-I’ll do whatever you want...”
With a satisfied smirk on my face, I took her hand and walked her over
to my drawer of ‘toys’, knife still positioned carefully against her throat. I
opened one of the drawers with my knee, and looked over my available options.
After a brief second, I saw something that was just perfect for this occasion.
“Remove your
shirt.” I instructed, letting go of her hand as I turned to face her shivering
body. “And your bra.”
My precious did
exactly as I told her, and slowly lifted her shirt up over her head. I pointed
for her to throw it down behind her, and she did before unhooking the clamps to
her bra, it falling onto the ground, bringing her small, cute tits into view.
She was really crying hard, at this point… poor girl must have really thought I
was going to kill her now. She was wrong… I wasn’t going to kill her anytime
soon…
Slowly, I lifted
up a simple fishing hook from the drawer, and before she could react, I quickly
drove it into her left breast, near the nipple area. She screamed, and tried to
stop me, driving the knife against her neck in just a bit more. She quickly
realized that her struggling only made the hook, and knife, hurt more. Once the
hook was completely through her breast, I began to do the same with the mound,
while she screamed and quivered in sheer agony.
“You’re the first
girl I was able to give a tit piercing. Isn’t that something to be proud of?” I taunt, and she’s only able
to whimper and mumble out of fear.
With a quick push,
I knocked her onto the floor, reaching into the drawer to pull out a pair of
leather belts. She groaned, as she slowly tried to rise, and I went down on my
haunches, taking hold of her arms and legs, carefully tying her up. All the
while, my free hand would start to gently caress her feet, slowly pulling off
the shoes, then the socks. Once her legs were tied, I began to tickle her feet
just a bit; her feet were always one of her more sensitive spots, and I wanted
to see which part of her feet were the most ticklish. It wasn’t long before her
fits of uncontrollable laughter told me I found it. I got up from my spot, and
went back to the drawer, digging around in it till I found a bag of thumbtacks.
These were just perfect! I went back down to her feet, and began to pull out
the tacks, before slowly driving them into the soft flesh, one by one. She
struggled, crying out in pain, a few laughs still escaping her throat. With
feet like this, she wouldn’t be able to run away from me.
I then withdrew my knife once more, and walked over towards her hands.
I slowly drove the knife underneath her pinky nail, and began to pry it off,
taking my sweet time to make sure she felt it. I moved from nail to nail,
pulling them off, Kari’s sweet howls of excruciation. Once her nails were
removed, I reached into the drawer a final time, taking out a metal tong. I
brought it down to her fingers, wrapping it around her pinky finger, before
snapping, her bone cracking completely.
After repeating the process on each finger, she passed out, from a mix
of pain, and fear.
Oh, but the fun
was just about to begin.
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After opening the unconscious Kari’s restraints, and using them to tie
her arms more firmly behind her neck, I carried her towards a large hook,
hanging from the ceiling. I lifted her
up, and ran the hook through the one of the notches of the belt, so that her
arms were pointing all the way up. I them dress up my precious doll, by putting
on spiked ankle clamps, the spikes piercing her ankles easily. Her eyebrows
flinched, but she didn’t wake up. Pity. After taking another moment to bind her
more securely with a few bits of rope, I took hold of a long, metallic cane,
which I had glued several razor blades to the tip.
The first few whips from the cane drove the blades deep into her young,
tender flesh, waking her up as she screamed in agony, body flailing around on
the hook, while I whipped at her again. And again. Huge chucks of meat flew
everywhere with each blow. She screamed and cried, her voice almost completely
gone from all the screaming. I moved around behind her, to strike at her ass,
now. Again, and again.
After... I don’t know thirty or so attacks, I stopped to admire my
work. Her back was an unrecognizable mass of flesh, blood oozing and dripping
down the bones that were sticking out of her disfigured form. I looked down at
her but, and sneered at the missing pieces. She was like a pig that had just
returned from the butcher, and I thought she was lucky, to have not died
already from blood loss.
Not yet, Kari. You deserve
better.
Her scared eyes
followed my hands while I reached down, and pulled up my electric drill. She
was barely able to shake her head, blood pouring down from her mouth. I turned
the drill on, and let it hum for a long moment, just to let Kari listen to its
gentle music, which she was obviously so afraid of.
I drilled a bolt
straight through her foot, then another one, only slightly higher... then
another one, just inches below her bloody and weak ankle. I drilled an equal
amount of bolts through her other foot, as well. And then, without warning, I
took my knife, and cut the belt that she was hanging from.
Kari dropped like a rock, crashing down on her feet, which was too much
of a burden for her new, weakened form. Her ankles snapped off from the clamps
that bound her, her leaving only bloody stumps. She cried it absolute terror as
she glanced down at her mutilated legs.
“Oh, God! Kill me! Kill me please! IT HUUURTS! ” she screamed with a
muffled voice, as she tried to weakly kick with the remains of her feet.
I couldn’t help but smile as I took hold of yet another hook; rope tied
through its other end, and pushed it through her pussy and clitoris, then
yanked up on the rope. She howled in anguish, and found herself forced up, to
try to stand on her bloody stumps. Her legs did nothing, of course, and she
slipped backwards, only to have her genitals torn to shreds. She whimpered in
pain, as her voice grew, gradually, weaker and weaker, her blood starting to
flow much slower. She was rapidly becoming pale, and her spasms were starting
to weaken.
I took hold of her blood-stained body, carried her to the kitchen,
tossing her into a large, iron container of hot, salty brine. She slowly sank
into it, where she would boil like a lobster, although much slower, and
therefore, more painfully.
Incredibly, her eyes opened and she screamed as she, again, desperately
tried to escape. The salty liquid did not give her any mercy, and neither did
I. While standing there, I smiled, watching her struggles go weaker. Soon, Kari
was finally dead.
Once her tender flesh was fully cooked, I pulled her carcass out. I
threw her onto the table, took hold of my fork, and unzipped my pants. I
started to slowly eat her warm meat, while my free hand reached down, and I
started to masturbate.
Kari…
I moaned, while eating more of her flesh, enjoying her taste. No steak
dinner was like this.
I took a bite on the remains of her tits, and ate through her body.
The images of Kari screaming and twitching in agony came back to my head. How she had begged and pleaded to me to end her misery.
I came.
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Epilogue
So who was the killer? Prime suspects are TK and Davis, both of who had
a huge crush on Kari. Upon never receiving the same sort of a love back,
perhaps either of them could commit such an act? Could denied love have such an
effect on people we thought could never be capable of acts of violence?
However, we cannot pass up the possibility of another person, such as
Matt, Izzy, or even Tai. What could possibly be their motivation? Why would
they want to kill and mutilate both Kari and Sora? Could the motivations be
similar to that of TK’s and Davis’ possible motives?
And we can’t ever turn down the possibility that the killer may be just
a nameless classmate, just a random person sharing the same class with Kari.
Just somebody who no one paid attention to.
We may never truly know who
did it. And that’s the true horror behind the story; we may never really know
who may be the death to any of us. Could it be someone we trust and care for?
Could it be someone we hardly know, someone we only see sometimes? How well do
you know your friends and the people
around you?
Have a nice day.
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