Posted by Moore on December 18, 2003 at 06:28:16:
Hello all
I use the name Moore on this board. I have written some stories. This is just another story, too. I need you advice, but first let me tall you why.
I am siting here, typing on my laptop computer, looking across the table at Chris. Chris is a male, if you want to call him that. He is scum of the lowest order.
My hands are stiffening up. My knuckles have neat round circles where a few layers of skin have been torn off. There some clear, sticky fluid trying to make scabs, but typing is not helping.
Why is Chris here? He raped a friend of mine. She put it like this; "He was going to have sex with me, and he didn't care that I didn't want too." They had been drinking. He bit her chest twice and left bruises on her wrists from pinning her. She doesn't want to tell the police. She can't sleep, and she can't be touched.
She e-mail me to tell me. Why? Because in real life, I am a nice guy. Ha. My laugh made Chris flinch. I like hitting him - that is why my hands hurt. From a letter she is never going to send to him, at least, a letter that Chris will never get - "It is a shame that you will never understand fully what you have done to me. You really believe that you were justified in your actions. I am dead inside, and can not bear the thought of being kissed or touched in anyway by a man. If it weren't for the few people that are around me that cared enough to see the truth, I would not be able to cope with this. I have a constant ache inside of me. Every time I close my eyes I can feel you, and what you did, and I want to throw up. I want to hurt back, but I know that I can't. "
She tried to tell her boyfriend. Jim is a prick (I never liked him) and he can't deal with it. Her cute seven month old has noticed Mommy cries all the time.
I tried to get her to call the rape crisis hotline. We have been instant messaging each other for hours over the past few days. She said she is feeling somewhat better. Now that she is feeling better, it is time to make me feel better. She may not be able to hurt him back, but I can.
Chris lives near her, and she sees him almost everyday. I can't let him be near her, I won't let him hurt another woman, and I won't let him take one more breath without fear and pain. I have taken care of the first two, and I am working on the third. Sam, I know you are against capital punishment, but Chris needs to be taken care of.
I drove over, or up/down to get him yesterday. He lives in New Jersey, in Bethlehem. I got there just after midnight. I knocked on his door. I told him I hit his car, that there was a dog in the street and that I swerved to miss it and dinked his car. He came out, looked at his car, and I tapped him with my stun gun. Down he went. I grabbed him. I sunk my fingers into his flesh, because the idiot hadn't bothered to put on a coat. I could feel his muscles quivering around my fingers. I wanted to rip them out, like the leftovers from a Thanksgiving turkey. I put him in the car, drove somewhere dark, and bound him up. My hands were shaking because I was so angry. I almost did it then, but I put him under a pile of sleeping bags, food and water, spare clothes, inside a duffle.
I headed north for, lets say, six hours, give or take. There was snow between NYC and Albany, near New Paltz. It was very pretty and clean. When it was almost dawn I started to hit some traffic; college kids with skis on top of their cars. I could only get Christmas songs on the radio - I had it turned up so I couldn't hear him. Between him living in Bethlehem, the snow, the carols, and him kicking around in the back, the drive was odd, to say the least.
We are in my hunting/fishing cabin now. Deep in the Adirondack Mountains of New York State. No one is around for miles, although there are some snowmobile tracks in the eighteen inches of snow on the ground. I usually only use the cabin when it its warmer. The lake is completely frozen.
Chris is tied to a dining room chair across from me. He had peed himself at some point; it stinks. I got some firewood. The phone line works, but the electricity is out. The ground is as hard as concrete. I used a gaff to try to make a hole, but it just bounced off. A gaff is a five foot pole with a point and a hook on one end. Its is used to land big fish or pull ropes out of the water. I am giving a description of it because I think it is one of the tools I might use. I don't think I will have a problem disposing of Chris afterward though. I have a chain saw.
I need your advice. I have several rifles and shotguns, but I don't want to use them too soon. Fire either; it will deaden his ability to feel pain. The pipes would freeze even if I get the generator going. I am melting snow in pots near the stove for water. My endgame plan is to bend him over a sink full of water, and use the gaff to violate him, like he hurt her while his head is submerged. I have a few hunting knives. I have a Craftsman Leatherman tool in the car - its like a Swiss Army Knife with pliers. I also have a first aid kit and a tackle box. He he - the tackle box has treble hooks.
Anyway, I need your advice, especially from anyone with medical training. Using the tools I have at hand, what is the best way to make Chris suffer? I saw that he has a tongue piercing when I gave him some water. I want to use fire before the sink. I am concerned I may loose my temper and make it too quick.
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So, hypothetically, what would you do with the resources that I have?
I want him to suffer intensely, to atone for his actions, and the lifetime of suffering she will have to face. I don't want him escaping by dying or going into shock too soon. I am going to tell him that I am going to kill him and why after I post this. I will let him know the sort of fear he inflicted on her until Friday at noon. Then I will read your replies, and begin. I have the entire weekend to implement our plans.
Sorry I can't proofread this better, but the laptop's battery is running low.
Thanks
Moore