Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

“I will be traveling with you for the first six months Ivory. Until you get the hang of being in charge of your own production. Things will be slightly different because these prisoners are high risk, so they can’t be moved. Because of that, you will be traveling to these prisons, instead of having them travel to a centralized studio.” Meredith stated.

Both Eunice and Dale smiled. What Meredith didn’t know, is most people preferred not to work with the brother/sister duo because of their need for the macabre. The NDA that they made their staff sign, protected their dark side. Meredith had no way of knowing that she had sent her best Anchor into the Lion’s Den.

“I’m going to be in therapy for years behind this crazy ass bitch,” Ivory thought as her face twisted in disgust.

The true crime genre consists of more men than women. And though this is no competition, the only women we seem to ever hear about are the women we’ve already heard about. Aileen Wuornos, Nannie Doss, Juana Barraza.

“Understood. Well, I am in prison for castrating eleven men and sodomizing them with their severed useless dicks. After shoving their worthless penile shaft in their very experienced and already opened backdoor, I made them suck the filth off before I doused them with gasoline and set their worthless bodies on fire. Hearing them cry and beg for mercy did nothing for me. They didn’t mean it. Certain people can’t be saved. I don’t think I should be here. My actions were justified.

“Who were these men?” “I don’t know them personally. Let’s be honest, when I started this, I was a kid in my twenties. They were men that I met on the Dark Web that expressed interest in dating minors. Pedophiles and sexual deviants in private, but in public they were men of power. Men that should have known better. Men that knew better. The people you would send your children around willingly if they ever needed help.

They all had it coming. Every single one of these married men reached out to my fake account looking for a partner between the ages of ten and sixteen. Those grown ass men with grandchildren older than those ages were looking for sexual partners that could barely write their name.

“Let’s be clear, none of the men that I mentioned were victims. Except Blake and Zachary, their father had them doing unthinkable shit to them since they were six. They should’ve gotten therapy for their issues and maybe they’d still be alive. I refused to feel sorry for offing them because they knew what they were doing was wrong.

But as I was saying, none of them were victims. They were sick rich motherfuckers that believed they could do whatever they wanted to do with no consequences. They weren’t victims, they were monsters. It was business, never personal. End of discussion.”

White men have been doing that sick shit for centuries and getting away with it even longer. I did what the so-called law wouldn’t do. That was business.

I'm gonna do bad things. Do it like it's nothing. Being bad has never felt so good.

“I hate a liar. I heard you tell your wife how great she was. I was so proud of you. The world needs to see more examples of black love. Then you did the unforgiveable.

“A man’s mouth will get him in trouble every time. You motherfuckers always say the wrong thing out your lying ass lips. But it’s ok.

“You’ve been a journalist long enough to know that a person having good grades and a social life, doesn’t mean jack shit. The person wearing the prettiest smile is often hiding a whole heap of secrets. Like you said, I was a straight A student with tons of friends. But my upbringing was less than ideal. To put it into layman’s term, I grew up in Hell.

“When money talks, truth is silent.” Amalia stated.

Life has taught me that the people closest to us are normally the people we have to watch the closest.

I was wrong in my beliefs. Isn’t it funny how people are quick to notice when a little girl is being fast, but those same people never notice when that little girl is being molested.”

From years of experience, she knew that if a person was given the opportunity to speak, they’d speak without being provoked. Silence was uncomfortable and uncomfortable people needed to fill the area with sound.