Chapter 25

The room is perfectly silent, not a sound anywhere to be heard. Holly is gone, there's something across my feet. I sit up very slowly and try to will the sleepiness away. I find a hand written note on top of the set of clothes that has been placed every so neatly upon my feet.

The note reads, "Remember your meeting is tomorrow at eight thirty. Take today to rest and prepare for tomorrow. Love, Holly."

Today is the day before the Secretary of State comes and "tests" our knowledge and ability down here. It's not like this bitch is going to shut us down. I'll just shove her in one of the Agent's rooms and she'll be convinced.

Disconnecting the IVs was the easy part, rolling out of the bed was the problem. I managed to stay on my feet as I planted the landing like an Olympic reject. Getting dressed wasn't too tough. My eye hurt and my shoulder hurt but that's what I get for letting little grandma beat the shit out of me.

The clothes Holly laid out for me were comfy. Sweat pants, hoodie, chill clothes. I dressed myself, leaving my left arm strapped to my body and under my Redskins top. I walk over to the sink where I brush my teeth, get my face and hair wet and make sure I don't look too much like a zombie so Mills doesn't blow me away.

There's a small paper cup sitting right by the sink. I know the contents by sight alone, the long skinny yellow scored tablet is a 2 mg Xanax and the thick round oval pill is the Percocet for my shoulder. Someone loves me! Swallowing the pills instantly eases the emotional and physical pain; the placebo effect of knowing they were in my system was instant.

I spin around in the faceless room and make my way to the door. The next room was still covered in my blood from the vicious attack on my poor defenseless shoulder by our latest visitor. My gun and holster are lying on the tall black bench chair next to the metal emergency table. I grab the gun and tuck it behind my back in my waist band, the holster wasn't happening today.

Leaving this room and turning right, away from my bedroom, leads me towards the main area but before then I pass by Holly's desk. She is sitting there, head being held up by her strategically positioned hands. Poor girl isn't even close to looking like she is awake.

Believe it or not, I didn't even stop except to grab a steno notepad and a pen. I was on my way to see Mr. Rader and check on the progress of grandma. Last I remember, I put Grandma in the room with Rader and he was paying absolutely no attention to her, as if he weren't interested.

Walking through the main room, all the desks are empty. Mills is out somewhere, at least that's what the note on his desk says. As I approach the Agents' area, I slow down so I may be able to sneak up on Mr. B.T.K. and see if he has actually lived up to his name. Now that I think about it, I think I slowed down too because I didn't really know what I was expecting to see.

Before I turn the corner, I get a great idea. We need a dog down here; it'll be nice to have a dog down here with us to play with.

Anyways, random thought processed and saved to memory for later, I turn the corner and see the old woman still sitting at Rader's desk but Rader is nowhere to be found. I maintain my cover using the angle of the corner as a blocker so I can barely be seen just in case Rader is making a stealth maneuver.

I must have stood in the same position for at least ten minutes, leaning against the wall and peering through the plexi-glass. I watched the old lady write and write, vigorously writing and scratching through what she wrote. Something's not right.

As I advance further into the hallway to get a clearer view of the room, I don't notice Rader at all but I do notice something is different with the old woman. My lone working hand is positioned directly on my pistol and fully prepared for action.

Gacy is slamming his head and his…other head on the plexi-glass, apparently trying to get my attention but I don't respond to psychopaths. Dahmer is resting on his bed with fake Konkon in his arms, they're spooning nude. Jeff gives me the head nod acknowledgement and focuses back on his under aged lover.

I yell out, "Holly! Holly, please come here and help me for a minute."

I hear her footsteps approaching; she slows as the agents' area draws nearer. I know this area makes her very nervous, however, no one else was anywhere in the area to help me.

"Listen to me; I need to get into Rader's room. Something isn't right. I need you to stand here and keep guard for me, in case something goes down." I explain very clearly because I don't want to enter knowing that my backup is unprepared.

Holly questions me, "Why are you going in there? Let's wait for Mills or The Boss."

"No time baby girl. I need to get in there. I need to understand this man." My eyes are focused on the old lady, picking apart every aspect of what I see is wrong and inaccurate.

Her hair had a hint of red to it; her clothes were very disturbed, not on straight and proper like they were when she was placed in the room. Plus, Rader was gone, where the fuck could he have gone?

I swipe the access badge as I hand Holly my weapon. 4-3-1-0-4-6-7-8-2-2-0-4-7-6-8, the door pops open. I use my good hand to control the door as I open it and I slowly push it once I entered the room. I stood, very precariously, in front of the door as if I were waiting for something to jump out and grab me.

Very cautiously, I crept up behind the old woman, who was slowly writing out line after line of script. As I drew nearer to her, I could see the writing, "Bind. Torture. Kill." She wrote this continuously until I placed my hand upon her shoulder.

As the old woman spun her chain one hundred and eighty degrees to face me, I was instantly mentally struck to the ground. The old woman wasn't…it, wasn't…it was Rader! He had scalped the old woman and placed her hair atop his head like a wig he had purchased from the store.

Startled, I managed to rattle off, "Whoa, umm, hey Dennis. How's it going in here?" I stepped back as casually as I could until my knees hit the frame of his bed and my body collapse to his mattress, only it wasn't just his mattress I fell on.

As I picked myself up from the bed, I turned and raised the mattress. The old lady was lying on her back, hands by her side, fully nude and unable to move due to a neck restraint and arm and ankle ties.

Her face appeared to have been surgically removed by the most skilled plastic surgeon in the world. The cut line was cleaner than any line I've ever seen in the history of life, including television and movies.

She couldn't scream or talk due to her tongue being removed and placed in her right hand. Only gurgling and muffled whimpers escaped this old woman's body. It was a sad sight; I never knew Rader was so violent, like bloody violent. I knew that he was a psycho and he enjoy the torture process but I never knew he was fluent in the art of malice destruction.

The lips were gone, the chin was gone, the nose, oh the nose, it was gone too. She still survived but only because there was no arterial bleeding. She obviously didn't want to live any longer but what can you do when you're a guest of B.T.K.?

"Do you like my work?" Dennis asked in a sinister throaty Batman voice.

Instinctually, I replied, "Hell yeah, just startled me; the sheer magnificence of it startled me."

We stood side by side, practically hand in hand, "admiring" this fucking lunatic's work. With every blink of my eye, my stomach churned up something terrifically nasty, some hateful thing that needed to be expelled through my tight pressed lips and all over the wall or floor. Couldn't show weakness, not in this room, not in his room, not with this…monster beside me.

"Do you mind if I observe? You know, while you finish her?" I asked inquisitively.

Rader slowly removed the woman's scalp from his head, like a soldier home from a tour of duty that has just spotted an American Flag in the airport. The scalp and hair slid off of Rader's head like a slug sliding down the vinyl siding of a house, "It would be an honor to have you observe me while I remove this disgusting pig of a beast human from the face of this earth."

I step back and watch, eyes wide shut I guess you could say. He strips down, fully nude, ass sagging and random spots of body hair that had sprouted probably in a sad attempt to escape it's vacancy on his body. Rader mounts the old woman and proceeds to kiss her, more like lick her, passionately. Remember there are no lips so it's all old lady teeth and muscle he is kissing, licking and sucking on.

Her mouth was over flowing with blood from the severed tongue and his lips and tongue were being used to suck that blood up like it was a strawberry milkshake. Some of the blood had begun to coagulate, a sad attempt by the human body to prevent further blood lose, the slimy worm like blood clots were slurped up by Rader as if he had just placed a spaghetti noodle that was too long in his mouth. He continued to slurp the strands of blood up with his lips pressed very tightly as he watched my face.

The blood slapped his face just like a noodle would. He started breathing as if he were making love. In actuality he was mentally jerking himself off, to the point of orgasm while he strangled the old woman with his bare hands.

Rader only climaxed when she stopped breathing. As her last breath left her body and her soul began to float to wherever souls are supposed to go, Dennis ejaculated with force of one thousand men.

What happened next, God damn, what happened next was the tipping point for me. Blood and cum cover this dead scalped and de-faced old woman but that didn't deter the B.T.K. He grabbed the woman's hands, after releasing them from the securing straps and placed one on the woman's left breast and the other on her vagina.

Systematically, B.T.K. began to masturbate the old woman with her hand as he portrayed the woman's moans and the man's voice, almost simultaneously.

Continually he muttered in his best male voice, "Does that shit feel good? Does that shit feel good?" Only pausing to confirm what he envisioned the old woman would be feeling if she were still alive in a high pitched shriek, "Oh, yeah. More, more!"

You know the feeling when you haven't blinked in a while and your mind is sending the signal to you, trying to make you blink to try to ease the burning and irritation that accompany dry eyes? That was happening to me. I couldn't blink, I couldn't swallow. My teeth were clinched so hard together that each one of them popped individually.

The responsibility for this woman's death was all on me. I caused this for her, I took her, I put her in the room, I gave her to B.T.K., and this was all my doing. I had no idea how violent and disturbed this guy was. I was no better though, was I? I was no better than any of these people; I aided them in their masochism, in their death dealing.

"Was it good for you?" Rader hissed as he continued to manipulate the woman's hands to perform various lewd acts.

I muster the strength to keep the vomit contained to my esophagus and say, "Hell yeah, I never knew…I…I never experienced anything like this before, very elegant, erotic even."

He dismounted the woman, covered in her blood and wreaking of cum, and approached me, "You should try it some time, we should do one together. What do you think?"

This guy is approaching me, fully nude with a hard on, what's my reply, "We'll see Dennis. We'll see. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of experiencing the roller coaster known as B.T.K.��

He put his hand out to shake mine, reluctantly I grabbed it and we shook. I unleashed my grip as I waited for Rader to release his. Once he did the stringiness of cum and coagulated blood was very apparent, like millions of spider webs being shot from hand to hand. I turned and exited.

Once out of Rader's sight, I hit the deck, knees first then the hands. I threw up with a very powerful force, like a demon was in my stomach and only way out was through my throat and out of my jaws. Every blood vessel in my already damaged left eye blew open, only making my wound look worse than it was.

As I gathered my breath in panicked swallows and gasps, I said, "Court, I'm done for the day sweetie."

"I know baby, I know. Let me get you to the shower." She lifted me from the ground by my good arm and shoulder and we walked to the room.

"Burn these clothes sweetie and make sure I never see spaghetti again…ever." I handed her all of the clothes I had on, everything must be burned.

Holly turned the knobs for me, she had already learned the exact setting I liked and everything. She also knew that I liked to sit in the shower, proven by the fact that a nice towel was double folded in the floor of the tub part of the enclosure, making the floor soft for me to place my body upon.

Every drop of water that splattered upon my hair and neck was absolutely delightful. The heat released all the tension in the muscles as they strained and pulled trying to erase the images of what we just witnessed. Every fiber of my being was under attack by those images, those thoughts. Disgusting, horrifying and insane.

Shower time, and then rest time. Tomorrow couldn't be worse but I had to get my mind right for the special guest that was coming in.