There were five in the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over.
So they all rolled over and one fell out.
There were four in the bed…
Gary Lamb was an easy kill and the most enjoyable one so far. It had been simple enough to lure him to the house and restrain him in the chair. Listening to him beg and plead for his life, seeing the horror on his face when he realised what was going to happen to him, had made the plotting and the waiting all worthwhile.
The filthy pig had shit himself when I doused him in the petrol and teased him with the lit match, and the smell of his fear had been vile.
Of course I blew it out. We weren’t quite ready. The moment had to be perfect.
Then she had arrived and it was showtime.
I have lost track of how many times I have watched the video, but I hit play again, enjoying the look on the bitch’s face when she enters the room and finds him chained up and burning alive. His muffled screams, her reaction of disbelief and anguish, and the sounds of our favourite Christmas song playing. It was perfect and you would have loved it.
I know you want me to hurt her for what she did to you, for how she betrayed you, and, trust me, I will, but first there are others who need to be punished, who also hurt you.
I promise you though that she will be there every step of the way, witnessing the consequences of her actions. And when it finally gets to her turn, I will make sure she pays.
