Posted by tina on October 04, 2005 at 10:41:13:
“Strangulation Suicide”
By tina
She wore a form fitting black dress. A couple of inches of lace stocking top peeked out from under the hem of her dress. Of course from the front, with her knees opened he could see her white thighs above the nylons and the satin crotch of her panty. On her feet she wore fashionable suede pumps that sported a four-inch heel. Her strawberry blond hair was shoulder length. It appeared she had recently had it done but the hairdo was now of course in disarray. It hung down in sweat soaked strands over the back of the chair where her head rested. The chair in which she sat was of dark wood. The maroon fabric of the padded seat cushion was a good match to the dark wood of the chair and to her dress. The armrests were curved. There was a short piece of rope tied to each of the armrests. The ends of the rope, tied with slipknots held the dead woman’s wrists in place.
With her head back against the chair back, the front of her long, slender throat was exposed. I could see a straight, raw red line midway between her chin and the base of the neck. It appeared the lady was strangled with a thin wire. The skin of her neck was cut and little rivulets of dried blood appeared under the ligature mark. Except for the angry redline encircling her throat and the ropes that bound her wrists, the corpse appeared almost serene as it sat cooling on the desk chair.
He picked up the note on the desk next to where the body sat.
“Please play the video. It will explain everything.”
The chair was situated away from the desk and was facing a video camera. He walked over and removed the cassette tape. About thirty minutes appeared to have played. He popped the video into the VCR and punch rewind. He listened to the whirring noise as the machine back fed the tape. After awhile there was a click. He punched the power button on the TV, clicked over to channel 3 and activated the play button on the remote.
The blond appeared on the screen. She was sitting in the chair but was very much alive.
“I am Amanda Carter. I have hired a hit man to kill me…” the woman paused, seemed to choke back a tear and then continued… “Never mind the reasons, they aren’t important. None of my friends has anything to do with my death.” She picked up the cell phone from the desk beside where she sat and dialed a number.
“It’s me…yes, the apartment is unlocked…yes, I’ll be waiting.” Amanda clicked the telephone off. She worked her left hand into the rope loop. She tested the rope with a tug. Then she had placed her right hand through the loop on the other armrest. The ropes had been tied so that she was unable to reach over to loosen either restraint.
“Nothing to do now but wait,” she had said pensively into the camera.
He had let the video run for a few seconds but then had hit fast forward. The images had begun to flow by in a jerky montage of images. At one point he stopped the tape and watched her tug at the restraints.
“Oh, God, what have I done,” she had said but not really toward the camera. He had watched her look around wildly as she futilely tried to free her wrists. Then he had hit the FF button again.
At one point her eyes had widened and she seemed to be looking past the camera. He punched PLAY.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Amanda said to someone off camera.
“Come on buddy,” he said, step into the picture. As Amanda begged for her life the killer had stepped into the picture. He walked behind the frightened woman but his face was covered by a lady’s nylon stocking. The man’s features appeared grotesque and quite unrecognizable under the crush of the nylon.
“Please, I’ve changed my mind,” Amanda pleaded as she looked over her shoulder at the hit man she had hired. He pulls a guitar wire from his pocket and slowly wrapped the ends around his gloved palms.
The detective watched the woman turn back full face to the camera and let out a spine-chilling scream. Her red lips had parted and her eyes had shut tight. The killer looped the wire around her throat in the middle of the scream. Amanda had started to draw in another breath when the man yanked the garrote tight. A look of wide-eyed surprise had appeared on the woman’s face. Her head twisted and turned as the wire bit into her tender skin. Her mouth again gaped wide but this time she had tried to breathe instead of scream.
He could hear the faint gurgles as the man strangled the helpless woman. Her legs had kicked wildly and she tugged furiously at the cords binding her wrists to the arms of the desk chair. There was also the sound of grunts as the man pulled on the wire encircling Amanda’s throat. He was obviously working hard at choking his mark but he was experienced because the wire cut deeply into the girl’s flesh.
Amanda’s strangulation was surprisingly brief but gruesomely violent. The terrified woman had struggled wildly for forty-five seconds. At times her fingers had appeared like talons as she futilely tried to reach up to her neck and loosen the ligature. Then her movements had slowed. Her hands dropped limply to the arms of the chair. Her lips opened and closed in a fish like movement. Tears smeared her mascara in blotchy patches at the top of her cheeks. The green eyes bulged grotesquely as the man strangled her. Her face had turned a dull violet about two minutes into the strangulation. Her knees had fallen open exposing her lewdly to the camera.
The strangulation entered the third minute and it appeared the girl was already dead. The man held the wire tight for another minute before he pulled the dead woman’s head back and unloosed the wire.
The picture on the screen now matched the scene of the crime. The corpse had sat, tied and strangled on the elegant desk chair. The video ran for a couple minutes more then stopped.
“Damn,” the detective cursed. The detective had played, rewound and played the execution sequence several times but to no avail, as the identity of the killer remained shrouded by the nylon stocking mask. There appeared to be no clue to the identity of the hit man contained on the video.
“Well, I guess you got what you paid for, Miss Amanda Carter,” he had finally said to the cool blond.