Part 10

Part 10

We decided that putting Jeff with his victim was pay back for not talking. After locking him in the trunk we retreated to the house to go through the pictures. Both wearing gloves and wiping off our finger prints from the previous encounter with the photos, we counted 248 different pictures in total. Some children but mostly adults, all with red lipstick, and a mole to make them all look like Marilyn Monroe. I have to give it to him, he's magnificent when is comes to applying makeup. There's no way he decided to kill women and was able to do such a marvelous job without some kind of experience. Rummaging through his pockets I was able to locate his wallet which held several credit cards, $491.00 in cash, and of course his driver's license. Jeff wasn't really Jeff, his name is Mike L. Harold, with a valid driver's license issued by the State of Washington. I searched his name in Intelus and was able to match the information with what I already had. Intelius gave me a lot of information but here were two things I was looking for, phone numbers and email addresses. I'm sure your wondering why that information is needed, so allow me to explain. I needed to know more about him and what better source to procure that data, then from Facebook.

Once I found the correct phone number to use in my search I found his profile and of course everything was public. First, I looked through the places he traveled, jotted them down for our own interests. Then his employment, well employment before he became a pimp and serial killer. After that I checked out his pictures and friends list. I called Matt in the dining room to fill him in new my findings.

"Mike use to work at a funeral home in his home State, Washington. He's traveled to twenty different States besides here and his hometown, but this is where it gets hairy. He has 3,649 friends and out of that, there were 119 people that posted something about a missing person. Now, I don't know if these people knew the missing people or not but maybe 50 to 60 of them are in that pile of photos."

"So you're telling me these people were already missing because he's the one that kidnapped them?"

"No, I think he saw the missing photos, searched for them, and as he found each person, he killed them."

"I don't think he's that smart Ryan, he had a lubricated BB gun for God's sake."

"Yeah but think about it this way, if you're caught with a BB gun, how much time do you get for that? If you're caught with a real gun how much time do you get? I believe he's a lot smarter than we think Matt."

"Now what?"

"Let's get rid of him, the car, pictures, and his victim. I just don't want to spend anymore time on him."

I drove Mike's car to a lake that was a good forty-five minutes from our home, while Matt followed in our SUV. Drove it as far as I could on the lake before I started to feel uncomfortable. Opened the trunk and threw two zip lock bags filled with his pictures inside with him. Mike started to plead for his life but I disregarded his cries slamming the trunk shut. I lit four quarter sticks of dynamite before the ice cracked enough and exposed the rapid currents under the thick sheet of ice, swallowing up the Nova from front to back. Matt and I stood there for about an hour to make sure Mike didn't make it out. By this time, if he made it out of the trunk I'm certain he would die from hypothermia.

Heading back in the direction of our home we decided to hold off our trip to Anchorage so we can wipe down the entire house and shed. Once we were 30 feet from the house I noticed Diamond's truck and both females were at the door waiting. Finally noticing it was us, they both came to greet us as we exited the SUV.

"What are you doing here?" Matt ask.

"We've been trying to reach yall so we thought we would come check up on you. Plus, I was missing you." Diamond said as she pushed up on me.

"We're fine but we're also pretty busy. We have to clean and we have some traveling to do in the morning." I said hoping they would get the picture.

"We can do the cleaning and you two can relax." Rebecca said rubbing Matt's face.

"Ryan, we can always hold off on the cleaning and cancel our meeting tomorrow. Let's show these lovely ladies a good time." Matt replied while he was rubbing on Rebecca's ass.

The majority rules in this case, we went into the house, and straightened up a tad. The girls cleaned the kitchen while Matt and I went to our separate rooms to shower. By the time I got out of the shower Jackie was laid across the bed watching me dry off and get ready.

"Can I take you out to dinner? There's this restaurant that I would like to go to and I think you would enjoy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not? I figure if you miss me we should spend some quality time out the bedroom. What do you think? Well, unless I'm just your boy toy."

"Never that, I would love to go out to dinner."

She smiles at me gesturing for me to come over to her near the bed. Jackie takes off my towel, grabs the head of my dick with her mouth, but I moved back, and told her that it's not just about sex with me. I wanted to also know where her head was. At first she had this worried look on her face like this is something she never heard before. I kneeled down in front of her to tell her that I really enjoy her company but I also want to respect her as a woman. She let the loudest yell and wrapped her arms around me, damn near choking me to death. I patted her on her arm and was able to whisper that I couldn't breath, she suddenly let me go, and started to kiss me.

Part 9

Part 9

As much fun as we were having dragging Jeff around, it set in my mind how much clean up we had ahead of us. Even though our land is open and accessible to any and everyone, we knew the first place the police would visit is us. I mean, it is on our property. After a good thirty minutes of high speed twists and turns it was safe to say we needed to check to see if he was still alive. I pulled up to the rear of the house, Matt jumped down from the bed of the truck with snow and ice on his face, shivering like he just took the polar bear plunge.

Jeff was cut up like he was in a tornado with nothing but razorblades. His junk was mangled and barely holding on. There were parts of his body that was cut down to the bone. I checked his vitals to see the outcome, subsequently he overcame his first round of torture and was still alive. Poor sucker don't know how to give up, he doesn't know when his battle has already been loss. Unlocking and unraveling the chains from around his bloody wrist, exposed the damage done to them by the friction and the weight from his body being pulled around. In some parts we could see his bone, but in others we could see his tendons, and they were throbbing.

We decided to set Jeff up in the shed that we just cleaned; so he could rest a little and regain the feeling back to his extremities. The beating he had was while deserved, we went inside to grab a bite to eat and relax before round two started. Matt was making us some BLTs with extra bacon while I went out to put Jeff's car into the garage. I went through his glove compartment and found two things that was quite concerning. The first thing was Polaroids of dead women, in every picture the bodies were laid perfectly, and each of them had some similarities but not to the point where they all looked exactly alike. I'm not sure what makes them similar but there's something. The next thing was a Police badge, but it wasn't real. Taking everything with me, I decided to check the trunk to see if there was anything else useful. When I popped open the trunk, there was a dead woman but didn't look like the rest. I looked at the pictures and looked at her, I may have went back and forth a good ten times. She didn't have on red lipstick or a mole; she sure as hell didn't look like Marilyn Monroe. At her head and feet were two shoe boxes, both filled with more Polaroids and a small toiletry bag. I gathered everything, except the woman and bag, and took everything into the house.

I spread everything out on the table, emptying both boxes, and put the fake badge in the center. When Matt finally came in with our plates his mouth damn near hit the floor.

"Umm, what the fuck is this?"

"I found it in Jeff's glove box and trunk. Matt, it looks like we caught ourselves a serial killer."

Who would've thought in a million years that we would come in contact with another serial killer? What are the odds of that even happening? The difference between him and us is that he murdered way more than we have and he kept the evidence with him at all times. He just didn't think things through, if the Police pulled him over, it would be a definite that we would have been sentenced to death. I guess our torture is nothing compared to being fried.

After taking out the tractor to rid the tire tracks and reshuffling the snow and ice from dragging this guy around; we made our way into the shed to have a talk with Jeff.

"We found everything, the pictures, the dead girl, the fake badge. How many women have you murdered?" Matt asked.

"You're going to kill me anyway, so I'm not saying shit." Jeff replied trying to relearn how to speak after losing more than half of his teeth.

"Well actually, that's the best reason to tell us because, you know how much pain we can put you through. You have to be the dumbest mother fucker alive. Why did you keep everything in your car? Why keep anything at all that'll link you with the murders; along with a dead woman in the trunk?" I said trying not to laugh.

Jeff said nothing, instead he looked down at his lap not even wanting to make eye contact. I told him he didn't have to answer, because we really didn't care. I covered him with a woolblanket and turned on the space heater that sat across the room from where he was sitting. I told him to think about if he wanted to answer our questions and that we'll be back in the morning with our resolution of what we're going to do with him if he doesn't.

The next morning we had a talk over breakfast on what we wanted to do with Jeff. Since Matt had the best idea, he was going take the lead on this one also. When we got to the shed it was nice and toasty. Matt asked Jeff a few questions and he still said nothing. Matt pulled out his gun, told and showed Jeff that the one he was holding was real. Matt explained that our goal wasn't too kill him; so as long as he didn't try anything stupid, he would walk outta here alive. Jeff nodded his head that he understood. I unlocked the handcuffs, shackles, helped him to his feet, and escorted him to his car.

Part 8

Part 8

I was able to see Matt's smirk in my peripheral. This jackass knew Jeff was going to challenge me and not him. See, that's why we roll together. I agreed, Matt went outside while Jeff went into the dining area to put his gun on the table. Afterwards, he went to the door and made sure the door was locked and secured.

"You're going straight to hell like those priest." Jeff blurted out.

I wasn't really sure where he was coming from with that, but it's safe to say this guy doesn't have all of his marbles. He raised his fist and told me to pray. He had a chance to take one step towards me and he was right in reach. I kicked him twice in his side and once on the side of his face. Needless to say, the fight was over, he was out cold, and by the smell of him, I think he actually shitted himself.

Matt comes in through the kitchen area clapping, "at least he lasted more than three seconds."

"Don't ever do that again. What if he were trigger happy?"

"It wouldn't have mattered much if he was." Matt pointed Jeff's gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

Matt threw the gun at me and it was plastic but slippery. This guy was running around here like Billy bad ass with a toy gun that he lubed up to make it look shiny and real. What an idiot!

"Let's tie him up to the truck and drag him around on property." Matt said with a wide smile.

Why not, I mean he deserves to be tortured a little before we offed him. We took off his clothes, chained his hands, and connected the chains to the rear bumper of the pickup we stored in the garage. We lived on fifteen acres of semi flat land that was currently covered in snow and ice. We placed Jeff face down so his dick was in the snow, I just want to see how long it takes for his junk to fall off.

Windows down, Matt sat in the bed of the truck to keep an eye on this bible thumping idiot. Know that I don't have an issue with a person's religion, but don't categorize me with anyone. Especially if you're talking about priests that touch little kids; and even then you can't put all of them together because it's not all of them doing it. It's like saying all black people are criminals and all white people are racist, it's just not right. This guy is just toxic to society, so killing him is more like a public service. As soon as I started the truck, Jeff wakes up, and tries to jump to his feet. Too bad for him I started moving while he was in mid-air. I heard Matt yell out that he better pray. I laughed so hard I punched the gas a lot harder than I meant too. I was supposed to be ease him into being pulled across the snow and ice, oh well.

Part 7

Part 7

I didn't get a chance to enjoy Diamond they way I expected. The last time she passed out she never recovered and ended up dying on me. The great news is we got rid of the bodies and dropped them of in eight different locations, yeah you figure that one out. Their bottom jaws were boiled down to get all of the fat and muscle to seperate from the bone. Then we took their mandibles and teeth, grinded them to dust, and throw it out the window on our way to town. We road to the mom and pop store were we found them and stopped in to grab a few snacks and drinks for our ride into Anchorage. On our way out the store we were stopped by a bald headed guy with a goatee that told us he knew that we had his girls and wanted payment and needed to know their whereabouts. Unfortunately it looks as if we're going to have to take another person out before our trip to Anchorage.

"I see what you're doing and I know all about you. Give me my girls and give me my money." He held out.

"Sure, just follow us to where they are. We put them up in a hotel to get away from you. They told us they wanted out, so we helped them escape your ignorance." Matt replied looking as angry as I've ever seen him.

"If you like, you can ride with us and we'll  bring all three of you back. That's only if they want to be bothered with you." I said as I looked at him wanting to beat his face inside out.

We hopped in our SUV and started driving, we noticed that he wasn't too far behind in his classic Nova. Matt was infuriated because he didn't think anyone saw us with the girls, but I guess he was wrong. At this point we have to find out who else knows that they came with us because everyone that knows, will die before daybreak.

We knew there were no cameras at the mom and pop convenient store. We also noticed there were no cameras or any type of surveillance in the area. He  could have been sitting in a car nearby watching, there's no way that he knew that they were with us. Unless he assumed, because we were the only two new faces in town. On the other hand, we did just give him the green light and basically let him know that we did have the girls. Either way this guy's going to die tonight. We get to the house, stepped out of the SUV and motioned for him to follow. In the car we both decided to lead him directly into the house to make him think that's where they were.

"What's your name buddy?" I said leading him to his death.

"What does it matter, all I want is what's mine!"

"Funny thing, you remind me of this pimp that we met before, he was a total douchebag. Hey Ryan, what was that guys name?"

By this time we're all standing in the foyer, Matt closes the door and locked all three  locks. Then he states, "oh his name was Charles, and I say "was" because we killed him like we're going to kill you."

Of course Matt didn't think this through. The guy pulls a gun and tells us that he's not Charles, his name is Jeff and the only ones dying is us. I raised my hands to show that I was surrendering, but still wanting to beat the living shit out of Matt.

"So you're a tough guy because you have a gun. How about we go one on one, me and you? My homie can wait outside, you can put your gun on the table, then we can see which one of us is really the alpha male."

"Listen, we were only trying to help those two women that seemed like they were in a bit of a jam. My friend here is off his meds and don't always know what he's saying." I said attempting to defuse the situation.

"Fuck that Ryan, I can take his scrawny ass." Matt said as he turned towards me, his hands still by his side.

The crazy thing is, Jeff has his gun pointed at Matt. So in my mind he feels that Matt's a threat and not me. I pleaded with him to put the gun down. Then Jeff tries to show his dominance and challenged me to a fight instead. He would've been better off fighting Matt,  since all Matt knows how to do is box, me on the other hand he wouldn't last a minute without his gun.

"Yeah, I want to fight you. One on one and your friend, Matt can wait outside. If I win, I get everything you two own because I'm killing you both."

Part 6

Part 6: Detailed and gruesome

Now that I was able to peel away the bottom portion of her face, I decided to remove problematic pieces before removing the top portion, along with her scalp. While running my scalpel around her nose I found out that she had very little cartilage in her nasal cavity, which means she either snorts large amounts of cocaine or has been snorting for a very long time. Either way, it makes it easier for me. I dig into the little cartilage she has and removed her nose. The human facial structure is magnificent, the only thing that makes most of the features in our face is muscle and fat because there's very little cartilage. It amazes me and I would love to see what she looked like when she was younger, I bet dimes to nickels she was a very pretty young lady until the tragedy happened, and her drug habit won the battle.

By the end, I was able to remove the skin and scalp of Diamond without her going into complete shock and dying on me; although she did pass out. I have to say, that I was impressed with the work I've done and the masterpiece I would be able to create from here on; but because of the time it took, I highly doubt this is something I would ever try again. Being able to see how to remove the skin off of one's face was mind blowing and of course very educational on my behalf. I was excited that I was able to try something new. For now I'll let her live, extract her upper teeth, saw off her bottom jaw, and dip her hands in acid once she wakes up.

Matt's kill on the other hand looks like she's been dead this entire time. Her skin has a yellow tinge and a foamy substance in the corners of her mouth, it's safe to say she overdosed, but that didn't stop Matt. This guy is completely naked and blood everywhere. He cut off her hands but used nails to mount them on her face. The rest of her body had nails sticking out like she was Pinhead from Hellraiser but the difference is, she has them all over her body. He had to have used at least 100 nails just in her upper body. Then out of nowhere there was a loud gasp followed by a screeching scream. I looked over and Diamond was wide awake and alert. I rushed over, wet a hand towel with alcohol, and put it on her face. She passed out again almost immediately which was perfect because I still needed to cut enough of the hand towel, so I can rip her teeth out. I know you're wondering what's the purpose of the hand towel. Well, I wore gloves to make sure if she did have a disease, I wouldn't be affected. In order for me to pull out her teeth, I need pliers but with no gloves, so I can get a firm grip, and rip them out with one shot.

Part 5

Part 5: Detailed and a tad gruesome. (No one was hurt while writing this part.)

By the time we got to the house, I've heard damn near their entire life story, thanks to Matt asking all of those questions. If it were up to me I'd kill them all, the females because of their extraordinary long stories and for pleasure; and I would kill Matt because he doesn't know the meaning of "silence is golden." Finally at the house we take them directly to the shed, there's no reason in having these females in our home dropping hairs and dead skin. Matt turned on the radio for them and I went to get some wine laced with GHB, best known as the date rap drug. I made sure I got the females some sandwiches, chips, and pretzels just in case they haven't eaten yet.

Twenty-five minutes into their party time, both females started to nod. Now, the real party is about to start. Strapping them down to a chair of their own, we pull out our tools so we can get down to business. These are our first kills since the eight we tortured a few months back. We killed seven of the eight and allowed the eighth one to walk free as we promised. What she didn't know was that her upper teeth were going to be pulled out, bottom jaw would be removed, and her hands dipped in acid to make sure she wasn't identifiable if she ended up dying before she got to the hospital or police station.

Anyway, back to the current situation. Both females are completely out of it and out of reach with reality, this drug mixed with whatever else they had in their system has them talking all crazy. So the first thing we do is clamp their mouths open, use another set of clamps to weigh their tongue down, taking a scalpel to cut into their tongues as if we were splitting a sausage in half. Which makes it easier to cut when extracting it completely out. Slicing into Diamond's tongue gave me life. My blood felt like it started to boil, my face got extremely hot, and the way the  excitement running it's course through my body, it was gratifying and immensely pleasurable. Her eyes pop open, red and dilated, she can feel the pain but can't move to do or say anything.

Blood squirting all over me, running down her chin, she begins to moan. I throw her tongue on our work table and start to make an incision at her bottom lip to the corners of her mouth, straight across her cheek, down and around her earlobe, to the bottom of her jawline to the other side. My goal at this point isn't to kill her, but to pull off her skin. My only dilemma is not knowing how to pull someone's face clear off. At this time I can only do it piece by piece; with practice I'll get there. So for now, she'll suffer more than the next person; que sera sera.

Part 4

Part 4

A little over two hours later I met up with Matt in the hallway. Gestured for him to follow me too the kitchen.

"What's up?" Matt said as he reached in the cabinet for four glasses.

"We should drug them now, take them to the shed, and strap them down. That way we come back in to get something to eat and catch a nap. What do you think about that?" I replied pouring cold water in each glass.

"Why don't we grab some ugly females instead and do the World a favor?" Matt laughed but looking dead ass serious.

"Their looks is what's saving them huh?"

"Yeah, I mean look at them. While we're here at least we can get consistent ass, from the front or back. Well, I can because she fell in love with the dick bro."

I could only shake my head at this fool but in some ways he was right. There's an entire town of ugly women, a select few is halfway decent, and a handful of gorgeous women. Since we both agreed, we headed up to our rooms with water  finger foods, and fruit. I don't know about Matt but I'm ready for round two.

The sun shines through the window, hitting my face waking me up to an empty bed; but the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and either waffles or pancakes. There's nothing like great sex then waking up to breakfast. Before I had a chance to get out of bed, the door swings open as Jackie stands in the doorway with one of my button up shirts, a tray of food, and a huge smile.

"Yes, you were so good, I got up early to bring you breakfast in bed." As she steadily walks across the floor.

I went to get up to help her but was told that she has it and to stay in bed. Jackie places the tray of food on my lap, starts to cut up my waffles, and pours syrup over them for me. Reaching for the fork, she guides my hand back to my body, and starts to do something unbelievable. She starts feeding me, telling me how much she enjoyed the time spent and wishes to do it more often. She just don't know how close she came to being tortured to death and discarded all over Alaska like snow salt.

We spent the day with the girls, watching movies, eating, drinking, and having a good time; but it was time for them to leave so we could start "working". Following us to the main highway, they went their way, and we went ours. After about an hour of driving around we saw two females coming from one of the local mom and pop stores and started to follow them until they cut into the alley. Matt got out of the SUV and called them over. I'm not quite sure what he said to them, but the next thing I noticed all three were getting into the SUV with smiles plastered on their faces.

"Ryan, this is Deborah and Diamond; they're working professionals."

For those of you that don't know, they are prostitutes for hire. There's no discrimination when it comes to murdering anyone, but I prefer kills that have the very least amount of exposure to diseases. I guess beggars can't be choosy.