Customer for Life | Even Blood Stains Can't Resist
Did you know this chest freezer could store a family of five for a year?
Did you know this chest freezer could store a family of five for a year?
My hand reached out for another napkin, frustrated as I wiped even harder.
I’d been at it so long my fingers felt bruised, and I swear I didn’t know if it was ever going to end.
So much blood. Even when I had seen someone giving birth so many years ago I did not see as much as there seemed to be there on the floor.
It’s hard to believe just how much is in a human body, but I was sure finding out.
Tossing the napkin in the trashcan I had moved into the garage, I reached out for another, but the roll was running empty.
God, how many more rolls would I need? I’d already been through ten.
The plan had been so simple. Bring her home, kill her, and cut the body into small enough parts to store easily in the freezer. Simple, right? Just a matter of getting things done.
Execution always blows away the perfect plans, though.
Getting the girl there was not hard. I’m an older guy, with a friendly enough face and a nice personality. Flow enough drinks from the bar into a girl and she gets pretty pliable.
Convincing her to get to the house from the bar just took a little kissing and a little more persuasion of the liquid kind.
She was nice, the kind of girl who came from a rural area, maybe, moving to a bigger town to take a chance with better job options. Pretty, but not really enough to turn heads. Not the girl-next-door sort of face I preferred. Still, not unpleasant to stare at and make the appropriate googly-eyes over, and my attention seemed to win her over.
I stayed there with her until the bar was nearly empty, sinking one drink after another into her while I, of course, played my part of drunken partner. Unlike her own heavily weighted drinks, mine were soda only.
Home was, thankfully not far away, and I drove us there quickly, leaving her own car behind in the parking lot. With as much of a dive as that place was, someone’s car there would probably not be noted for a day or two, and there was, thankfully, not a camera in sight.
That’d go against the kind of clientele the place catered to.
I’m lucky to have a sort of every-man face. For some reason, even while young, people had a hard time pinning down in descriptions what I looked like. Tall, brown hair, average nose.
Yep. Average. That’s the best way to describe me. Just another guy in another bar looking to hook up with yet another drunken girl.
Get her in the house, make it to the garage. So easy, so simple even a child could do it, but she was so drunk it took a while to accomplish the deed. Finally, making up that I had an awesome car I’d love to show her the back of, she complied, taking the first steps inside before me, laughing in a shrill sort of way.
The blow to the back of her head with a hammer took her down at once, my shot perfectly timed with her bending over to fix the shoe which had come undone a bit.
She landed, face first, on the concrete floor, and I swear I heard something snap.
I wasted no time, taking the hammer down on the back of her head once more, creating a gash this time. The blood flowed at a rapid pace and she moaned, though I was sure she was, by that time, unconscious. She didn’t try to move and was already barely breathing.
One more time, the hammer blasted into her skull, and there was an audible pop as something inside of her neck broke. Probably one of the pieces of cartilage or something smaller.
Now, you might think I was angry, the flood of emotions flowing through me a tide of fury or hate, but there was nothing. No ire, no abhorrence.
Just peace, a calmness I’d rarely felt in my life before. It was almost like this killing was the hundredth time I had done such a thing, but she was my first.
My virgin sacrifice, if you will.
I wondered in those moments if there was something wrong with me, some part of me, perhaps, that had never really grown to care, but I really can’t pinpoint any time I had felt such a strange nothingness.
Or such... peace.
I bent down, the fingers of my free hand reaching for her neck to test her pulse.
There was none. Good, it had been quick. I didn’t want to torture her. I wanted it to be over for her without much pain.
I’m not a monster, after all.
Now the rest of the plan came into play and, I suppose, where fate had slightly different options in mind for me.
See, I had readied a tarp, thinking there would be blood, but by the time I was done with the saw, the pools of red were everywhere. Every crack and crevasse I could see had some spotting in it.
Damn it. I should have put the tarps on the walls and windows, too.
It’s the little things one doesn’t think about, I suppose. The devil’s in the details, so to speak.
Anyhow, by the time the cutting and hacking was over, I was a mess, my garage was even worse, and I was left with more bits and pieces than I had anticipated. Not that I’m not okay with that. I can handle the excess, but still, for such a small girl, she made a lot of mess.
I opened the lid of my brand-spanking new Whirlpool chest freezer. The sales guy assured me it would have enough space a family of five could live like kings for a month, and I could not believe the luck of the deal I was given for it.
It even had extra space for me to put her head along the side, facing up in such a way I could see her still-surprised look whenever I wanted to see her.
That’s nice, isn’t it? One should always be able to see those they care about.
The rest of her fit nicely, the bits and bobs put in Zip-lock bags and I stacked them so I could easily get them out when I needed them.
All of her went in. It really is a nice freezer. I’ll have to call the sales guy and compliment him on his recommendation. Hell, I might even send him a nice box of chocolates or something, just so he knows he’s got a customer for life.
The cleanup is going to take a while, I am sure. I need to get it all, miss nothing, just in case someone shows up looking for the lady. What was her name again? I’m afraid I don’t remember at this point.
Not that it really matters. She’s a means to an end, and if it wasn’t her it would have been another.
One has to eat, after all. Even those of us who have strange tastes have certain needs, and it’s not really something we can help.
I’m not a monster. Not by any means. Just someone who had an urge to fulfill.
Next time, I’ll be more careful. Minimize the mess just for the sake of propriety.
I won’t have to worry about that for a while, though. She will last well into the future.
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Map visceral and chilling and quite atmospheric