Letters from a Madman Entry #2

Entry #2

Ohio was a bust. The first guy that contacted me was asking for a hand job in exchange for a free dead stripper. I knocked the pathetic puke out and tied him up in an abandoned apartment complex and when he woke up I slowly torture him. I’m actually glad that he contacted me, I used him as practice for the future. I took hot glue sticks and melted them onto his hands and then placed them onto the wall and from there I let them dry. When they finally dried I slowly ripped one off and listened to him scream in pure, satisfying pain. His other hand however I ripped off quickly, trying to figure out which would generate the most pain for him. I concluded that by slowly ripping his hands off the wall, he felt the most pain. I did the same thing to his legs but with needles, pushing them in and pulling them out quickly and slowly. Eventually he started to pass out by pain but I had a little trick up my sleeve that I have been wanting to try, I took an adrenaline shot and stabbed him in the chest with it. I did not get the full response from it like I had hoped, I was hoping that he would wake up and I could continue ‘experimenting’ with him but instead he started breathing in loudly and he started losing more blood. A lot more blood. I had about fifteen more minutes with him but then he passed out for good. After I packed up and erased any trace of myself from the building and from him, I shot him in the back of the head with my very reliable 9mm TP9SA pistol and got back onto the road. 

I actually did receive a message from a very nice elderly lady named Mary. Her nephew had been stealing her social security checks for the past year and a half, no one would help her and she was starting to fall to far behind on her bills. She was soon diagnosed with stage three lung cancer from breathing in second hand smoke from her nephew’s smoking problems, she was expected to live for only another three weeks. I decided to help her out the best that I could. I took her nephew and beat him to a pulp in front of her, she surprised me when I was done by clapping and cheering. She asked for more so I delivered. I did my newly learned needle technique on him but I didn’t just do it to his legs, I did it to his hands, legs, eye balls, checks, and finger tips. Mary loved it when his left eyeball came out of the socket along with the needle. I ended him by slitting his throat his puny excused of a knife that I found inside his pocket. Mary handed me a wad of money and a plate of cookies. After pocketing the money I sat with her for a little bit and ate the cookies with her. She really was a nice lady. As I was about to leave she told me how she had less than a month to live and asked if I would end her pain. I told her I would, but first I waited for her to fall asleep in her little rocking chair. When she finally fell asleep I took my Rio Grande Bowe knife and slit her jugular as far as I possible could. Normally if you slit someone’s jugular it would take about thirty seconds for them to bleed out, but since I slit her jugular so deep, she was gone within seven.

Virginia was…interesting, to say the least. I only got one job for Virginia and it was a man that was drowning in his own guilt. He wanted me to literally “beat him till he shit his pants.” I told him I would do it but the day had found me in a bad mood. I didn’t tell him when I was going to do it so at 2 in the morning I picked the lock to his very poorly maintained front yard gate and from there entered his house and found him in his bed sleeping. I watched him for a little bit. He was a short, above average weight, ugly, pimple faced man in his mid 20s. I snooped around his house for a bit, read some of text messages on his phone, (it turns out that he cheated on his girlfriend with her sister and got her pregnant! I mean can you believe that!? Imagine the family reunions.) After snooping through his house and taking a very heathy shit in his toilet, I woke him by taking a baseball bat that I found under his bed, and taking it against his left knee cap. He jumped up in pain and shock. His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet so he didn’t see the bat coming for his forehead. It knocked him out almost instantly and it worried me for a moment, I need to beat him, not kill him. Sadly. I dragged him to his living room where he had carpet that was once white but now was a stained grey with little spots of black sprayed on at some places. I drop him on his back in the middle of the floor and tower over him. I take out my 9mm and aim it at his head, it would be so easy. I could end him right now and then take whatever money he has and get the same amount of money that he would of paid me, but the glory of ending a life…money can’t buy that pleasure. I put my gun away and kick him in the ribs. He starts to cough and rolls to his side. I go into his kitchen and grab a cast-iron skillet that was on the dirty, stained filled stove. I take it over to him and slap him in the face for a little bit until he comes to fully. When he does I beat him repeatedly for a few minutes. He just lays there and takes it. I leave him bleeding on the floor and leave, not satisfied. I check my messages and don’t have any for North Carolina so I decide to stay in Virginia and the next night I enter the guys house again. This time however I try something else. I wear a mask and kidnap the man and take him to a empty house that’s just down the street. I tie him up to support beams that are hanging from the ceiling and muffle his mouth. I take a black whip that has chrome studs every few inches and I whip him in the back. Here’s where things get…weird. The first time I whipped him he just tensed up, the  second time he moaned. I didn’t think much of it so I continued, he started to chant someone’s name. Saying it over and over again. I keep the mask on but I stop whipping him. When I untie him he tries to embrace me so I punch him in the nose and watch him fall. At this point I am highly disgusted and I just want to shoot him and leave. I punch him over and over again and again he just lays there and takes it. I find this more disturbing than him liking the whipping. I can’t stand him at this point. Why can’t he just TRY to fight back!? I take my pistol out and stick it in his mouth. I shout at him, taunting him, trying to get him to do something, anything. But he just lays there and starts to cry. I close my eyes and take three deep breaths and then pull the trigger. Scum. I remove my presents from ever being in both houses and drive away.

I decide that I need a break. I have a hobby. It’s my favorite pastime. I take a pair of binoculars and spy on people. I pick ten people, write down their license plate numbers, and from there I find out who they are, I then pick one person and find out everything about them. I find out their daily routines, there cycles that they enter every day. Speaking of cycles have you ever realized how life is just a cycle of doing the same thing over and over again until we enter into a new cycle with small little bumps and changes along the way just to enter another cycle? No, just me? Okay that’s fine. But anyway after I learn all I can about them, I exposed their deepest darkest secrets and then, once they fill that there life is over, I kill them. I don’t physically torture them before I kill them, I either use a rifle and shoot them at a distance, or I get up close and personal and kill them with my 9mm. I wonder who will be next? Will it be someone that you know? Someone that you trust? Or maybe it will even be you? Only time will tell.

Yours truly, Ted