Finding the serial killer

Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Jake’s POV,

I've been watching clips after clips witness the gruesome and harsh details that entails a tragedy. The day has already transitioned into night. My patience already transitioned into rage. And my ability to keep calm has already transitioned into restlessness. I'm walking on thin ice, I feel like I can pass out now, anytime. I'm not getting anywhere watching them like I thought. I've already watched four times the same clips and I'm on my fifth now but my hands are still empty. I've watched all the clips where Robby and the other men are in that room with so many girls being a monster to them helps no one just makes me more and more agitated and hateful to humanity. Every time I see it, every time I see such injustice, a part of me dies, every time I think how they must’ve felt so helpless in those brick walls, a big chuck of my insides raises up to my stomach and to my throat, choking me out of my breath. I don’t want to bear it for the sake of something I'm not sure if it’s true. I don’t know if I'm doing the right thing or just barking up the wrong tree. But I still do it. I do it with baseless hope.

It would’ve been better if I could meet Kenna, but she said she’s been out of town since the news of her husband’s been made public. People’s been harassing her, calling her a traitor to all women that her husband has mauled. It was hard for her to be alive in town anymore so she had to run away. I don’t think she would’ve had any part in Robby’s crimes. Why would she ever be with a man like that who hates woman to a point that he becomes a monster?

She said that she’ll be coming back tomorrow. I'll meet her then.

Another clip has ended with another cup of my double espresso. I brought myself a refill and started the next one in the queue.

I remembered this, it’s the most disgusting one of them all. Because the point of this torture wasn’t solely because he wanted some kind of his sick fantasies to come to life, he just wanted Ari to die. I watched the first ten seconds and I'm already out of breath, out of patience, out of control. I put a pillow over my mouth and yelled, no screamed until my throat feels scratchy and bloodied and my breath can no longer hold back. I feel helpless on the chair out of breath. But the anger still didn’t subside. But I need to watch the video.

In the video, she made Ari wear a black, floral printed dress that could barely cover her thigh. She was just fifteen but the dress wasn’t any fifteen-year-old would wear, it was barely a dress, it was strings attached to a piece of clothes. Her hands were tied to chains over her head. Her body is so powerless by now, it feels like she is being hanged with the mere chains, she has no power of her own. Her mouth is bloody, blood’s been running down her legs and arms and every part that is exposed from that dress that is basically her whole body. Still, she has blood smeared over her face. Almost like a mannequin. Lifeless, pale, controlled she hang for her life maybe for her death.

And then he comes, the monster in human skin. He rips her out of the only thing that covered her, the only piece of clothing she has on her body. He rips that hope apart and throw it across the room. There is no voice in the video, still I can feel the screams of that kid rummaging in my head, in my soul. How can he not feel the same at that moment?

She has no power to scream by now. All she can do is bear what’s coming her way. Bear the torture because screaming means being beaten up by that monster. So, she is quiet. Her eyes are closed again like she is praying to be someone else, like she is praying for death. But death doesn’t come to those who wants it. only pain to keep living gets worse. Another man enters in the picture after Robby was done with his atrocities. He is a big guy and that’s the only thing I can tell as his face is covered in a faceless mask. He wears a long scrub like that that completely covers his entire body, he also wears gloves in his hand to further hinder the transfer of the DNA. He walks in with a strong walk, confident, guiltless, shameless walk and stands in front of her.