Richard Butchins's Blog: Angels stand corrected... - Posts Tagged "serial-killer"
I need to decide who to kill......(Not in real life - it's an extract from my book)
Another little slice of my novel Pavement for your delight...
I could grab someone off the street. How? I have no car and my disability would be a handicap in that scenario. Perhaps I should kill a child or several children, – it would be easy to entice the stupid little fuckers to my house and easier yet to butcher them and there would only be a small body to get rid of – but there are problems, children are not responsible and won’t understand what is happening to them and they certainly won’t understand why.
I need a cogent adult that understands the reality of what is happening to them. Perhaps a pregnant woman, however, the thought of ripping the dead woman’s body open to find the baby was still alive makes me feel nauseous. I would have to kill the baby or maybe I could dispose of the woman’s body and keep the baby and raise it as my own.
“What? Don’t be fucking stupid. No killing babies or raising them either.”
I say this out loud to enforce the thought, because sometimes thoughts seem quite reasonable until you voice them out loud, and that thought didn’t sound so great. I take a break, make a cup of tea and look for inspiration. As I place the spoon in the sink I spot the answer. It’s staring me in the face, a card lying on the side of the sink:
Yuko Japanese model
A&O, Lesbo Actions, VIP massage, Uniforms, Spanking, Watersports, Toys.
I’m local and can make hotel visits. Call 0773 788443.
I pick up the card and sit down with my tea. Of course, the serial killer’s old standby – the prostitute, a perfect victim – society hates them and no one cares about them if they disappear. The hooker, she’s expendable and dirty. Society secretly thinks they deserve to die because of the knowledge they carry about what so- called respectable men get up to. I feel ashamed that Yuko will have to be my victim, she feels like a kindred spirit, another invisible person despised by a hypocritical society. I am also upset that I will be pandering to a cliché in such a blatant way, but it really has to be said that nobody will give a fuck if a hooker vanishes.
I could grab someone off the street. How? I have no car and my disability would be a handicap in that scenario. Perhaps I should kill a child or several children, – it would be easy to entice the stupid little fuckers to my house and easier yet to butcher them and there would only be a small body to get rid of – but there are problems, children are not responsible and won’t understand what is happening to them and they certainly won’t understand why.
I need a cogent adult that understands the reality of what is happening to them. Perhaps a pregnant woman, however, the thought of ripping the dead woman’s body open to find the baby was still alive makes me feel nauseous. I would have to kill the baby or maybe I could dispose of the woman’s body and keep the baby and raise it as my own.
“What? Don’t be fucking stupid. No killing babies or raising them either.”
I say this out loud to enforce the thought, because sometimes thoughts seem quite reasonable until you voice them out loud, and that thought didn’t sound so great. I take a break, make a cup of tea and look for inspiration. As I place the spoon in the sink I spot the answer. It’s staring me in the face, a card lying on the side of the sink:
Yuko Japanese model
A&O, Lesbo Actions, VIP massage, Uniforms, Spanking, Watersports, Toys.
I’m local and can make hotel visits. Call 0773 788443.
I pick up the card and sit down with my tea. Of course, the serial killer’s old standby – the prostitute, a perfect victim – society hates them and no one cares about them if they disappear. The hooker, she’s expendable and dirty. Society secretly thinks they deserve to die because of the knowledge they carry about what so- called respectable men get up to. I feel ashamed that Yuko will have to be my victim, she feels like a kindred spirit, another invisible person despised by a hypocritical society. I am also upset that I will be pandering to a cliché in such a blatant way, but it really has to be said that nobody will give a fuck if a hooker vanishes.
Angels stand corrected...
I have to have a blog...the site told me, my publisher told me, my publicist told me, and even my turkish barber told me, as he was administering the finest of close shaves. So I thought I had better
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