The Feeder by Mandy White Page A

twenty-odd feet of guts out of his belly, I draped it in a loop around his neck and then flung it casually over his shoulder like a fashionable feather boa. The next loop I fed down his throat and pulled out of the opening in his neck. I pulled the loop through the hole as far as I could, then gave it a decorative twist and slung it over his head.
    Dirk was still alive but far beyond the point of struggling.
    It was time to add the final touches to my masterpiece. I sliced his nipples from his chest and shoved them in his mouth. Maintaining consistency in each killing was vital if I wanted Camille’s killer to be blamed for each murder I committed.
    That was exactly my intention. The nipples were something he did and I was just copying for the sake of deception. Removing the cock and balls, well that was my own little invention. Emasculating a guy like Dirk felt right . A waste of skin like him did not deserve to have perfectly functioning male genitalia when there were nice guys out there who had to do without. What right did he have to be born with a penis and then use it to hurt people? It just wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fucking fair.
    When I finished with Dirk I stepped back to admire my masterpiece. It was my best work yet. The head of his cock peeked out from between his lips, like a shy turtle poking its head out of its shell. His eyeballs stared flatly at me from slits I had cut in the flesh of his tanned, muscular chest just above his missing nipples. He looked like a perverted Picasso come to life, except he was dead… almost.
    The best part of my masterpiece had to be the eyes. All four of them. Two newly created ones in his chest and two in his head. After removing the eyes from his head I hadn’t let those eye sockets remain empty – oh, no. They were full.
    Dirk stared back at me with two eyes in his chest and a bloody testicle stuffed into each of his eye sockets.
    He was bleeding to death but somehow still alive… just barely. I drove my knife into his heart to stop it from beating once and for all before I left. I needed to see him dead so he wouldn’t haunt me in my dreams.
     

~ Chapter 14 ~
    Dead End
     
    Hollywood Hunk Feeder’s Latest Victim.
    The headline screamed up at me from the morning edition of the LA Times. I scanned the front page article then tossed the paper aside in disgust. “Victim” was what they called him. They made no mention of all the women he had victimized. Some were little more than children – starstruck teenagers enthralled at being in the presence of what they mistook for greatness. Being one of Hollywood’s hottest leading men apparently gave the scumbag license to abuse women without fear of consequences.
    I had researched my victim while making preparations to take him and what I had learned was revolting. Dirk Davis was not a nice person at all. I already knew this from what I’d read in Cammie’s journal but one didn’t need to look far to learn more about the sick son-of-a-bitch.
    It seemed Dirk had some nasty fetishes that he indulged with any woman unlucky enough to find herself in his company on a one-on-one basis. His sick little sex games resulted in permanent scars for his victims, both of a mental and of a physical nature. A handful of Dirk’s victims came forward and tried to press charges against him, with shocking tales of the sadistic things the Tinseltown bad boy had done to them.
    Roofie rapes were his standard M.O. but he hadn’t been satisfied with just having sex with them. The ones who remembered their ordeals and had the courage to talk told tales of horror. They experienced rape with foreign objects, cigar burns and mutilations to the most sensitive parts of the body, the genitalia in particular. One 18-year-old victim emerged from a date with Dirk with her clitoris burned pretty much clean off by a cigar. Others suffered involuntary piercings of the nipples and labia, through which he would insert random objects such as pencils, key