10845 Rancho Bernardo Road
1:33-2:57 AM
THE CONSUMER
I got a very early start today. After disposing of my last victim's body, I drove past a Walmart on the way home. There were crowds of people rushing in and out of the store, and I saw someone lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. In that instant I planned out what I would do.
I burst out of my car and rushed up to the man screaming "JIM! JIM ARE YOU OKAY!?", and people seemed to just rush by as if I wasn't there. I picked him up and rushed him over to my car. As I threw him in the back seat, I heard him mumble "who are yo-", then he was cut off by the door closing. I ran over to the driver's seat door, opened it up, stepped on the gas before the door was even fully closed, and began driving toward the Cleveland National Forest. Part way through the drive he started to freak out and ask where he was. I made sure the doors were locked, slowed down a bit, and whacked him on the head with my bat. in about 25 minutes we arrived at the entrance to the forest. I went around to the back, and he was beginning to become fully conscious. I wrapped duct tape around his ankles, his wrists, and his mouth.I picked him up and plopped him into this wheel chair i found in a junkyard. I pushed him around through the forest until one of the wheels broke and found a large nearby tree. I propped the wheel chair up against the tree and got to work.
First thing I did was rip the duct tape off his face. I realized that, being this far away from people, I could listen to the screams in their full potential and not be in danger of being heard. He asked me who I was. Donovan Trummond I said. Where am I he asked. No need to know i said. He sat there, speechless for a bit. He asked me what I was doing and why. I asked him why he lived. Why he breathed. Why he went to work everyday or ate. Instinct. He said I didn't tell him what I was doing. I said he was a fucking retard and asked what the fuck he thought I was doing. He burst into tears and asked me to stop. Begged and begged and begged. I chuckled a little and told him his begging was worhthless, his tears were worthless, and he was worthless. He began to scream and I slapped him in the face telling him it was pointless. He just started crying again. I took out my knife and got to work on his mouth.
Yanking a whole mouth of teeth out is very difficult, especially with a knife. If I had known i would be preying on black Friday buyers when I set out tonight, I would probably have brought my lobster fork, which would've made it a whole lot easier. Just so you guys know, screams are a lot more satisfying when not muffled by duct tape or ball gags. After yanking all of them out, I dropped them down the front of his shirt and kicked him in the gut. I then instructed him to stab himself in the gut and and eviscerate himself. I reminded him that if he didn't I would make it much more painful for him. He looked at me, helpless, and nodded his head. I took the duct tape off of his hands and handed him the knife. As expected, he slashed out to hit me. I dodged the slash and told him he had one more chance. And so he did it. Sobbing with his hands trembling, he stabbed himself in the gut and made a long, deep gash across his stomach. He passed out from pain and his guts began to spill out. I can't imagine he survived much longer. This is the first time I've seen actual guts. They looked pretty much like movies make you think they do. Surprisingly boring really. I yanked the knife out of his stomach and stabbed him repeatedly in the chest. I also slit his wrists for added bleeding. I couldn't think of anything else to do to him after reducing him to less than a human. I gave him a good punch in the jaw and walked away, leaving him on the wheelchair against the tree. As I walked out, I swear I saw the same silhouette as in my dream. I shined my flashlight in its direction and for a second, I saw a man. After my eyes got used to the sudden light I saw that it was just a tree. I think I'm starting to get a bit paranoid. I went back to my house and went to sleep.
I just woke up about half an hour ago and decided to post this. So yeah. Also, shout out to "Corey" for being brave enough to admit they read this. You should all follow their example.
DT
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