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TORMENT3

CLOSURE

Prologue

February 27th 2004 – Dick Master’s Cabin – Woodsville Forest 15:10pm

She’d known too much, witnessed him fucking Nicole, and then chopping her head off with an axe. There really was no other way to go. She’d come to pick up Kelly, but she lay on the kitchen table sliced open. Josephine Roche had to die.

“Darling I really don’t know what to say, I was shocked at first, wouldn’t have believed you capable, but you took to it as if it was as natural as the air we breathe”, he said, in admiration and a certain degree of trepidation at Kim’s proactive involvement in the rape and dismemberment of their threat.

“These two needed to be removed Peter, I understand the threat they represented. I understand your need to prevent people like this ever inflicting their disease of lethargy and cancerous behaviour on society. It is now our need. I’ve seen too much, been tortured, beaten and almost killed by the likes of these cankers. I won’t allow this to happen to others as far as I can stop it.

I have kept my strength and not become like them; I will do my best to make a difference and within my power, assist you in stopping as many as I can from infecting our society. This is the only way decent people will live in this world and have a chance to stay that way” she concluded.

To him it almost sounded like she was standing for an election campaign, but he knew she was sincere. The way she’d tied Josephine’s arms and legs apart, forced her to taste her vagina, as he had taken her from behind. Then she carved her legs off while he held her still, as she carried on and on screaming. When he took over with the rest, she did the same for him. Throughout it all she hadn’t flinched or looked disgusted. She’d shown obvious pleasure in the sex, and he could see Josephine’s tears hadn’t impacted on her at all.

This had told him enough. Now she felt the need to give the speech; that was okay. She could be trusted and he knew that; at least for now.

“You may as well throw her those in; she’ll keep them away from things that don’t concern her from now on”, Peter said, referring to Josephine’s eyes that had been removed earlier, he motioned to the carved open torso of her lying on the dirt ground outside the back of Dick’s Cabin.

She didn’t respond, just proceeded to toss them in next to the head in the sliced open stomach of their victim.

Kelly Richmond lay next to her, carved up in the same way.

“Shall I get the gasoline, or shall we just leave them as they are, as a warning to others?” she questioned.

“No! Get the gasoline; I want an end to anything to do with Nicole Richmond, her brat, or this fucking interfering do-gooder Roche. Douse them, douse them now. We’re going to expunge any fucking trace of them from the face of the Earth. The only warning this town is going to get, is their ashes”, he replied, with loathing to their memory and their cut up bodies.

Kim Ryan poured the gasoline over Josephine, Nicole and her daughter Kelly’s remains and watched Peter Willingham light a match, one of his Lucky Strike cigarettes, and toss it, still burning, onto their bodies. They caught alight immediately.

As they drove off in Josephine’s car, Kim looked back on the carnage left in their wake, with a feeling of pride, in a good day’s work.