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[shojizbae]

Yeehaw!

Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: This is spicy! Use of alcohol, behind drunk/drunk sex, Oral fem! receiving, cowgirl position

Everyone could tell with just one look at you that you were Southern. That being said, anytime there was a case in the South, everyone knew to take a step back and let you lead. This time, there was a string of murders in Aiken, South Carolina, and the team knew that you were all over it.

"Weren't you from a Carolina?" Derek chuckles as we board the jet.

"Yeah, I spent most of my time on Camp Lejeune with my daddy, then I went south for college in Charleston."

"So that means Hotch has been demoted for this." Emily snickers

"No, I just know the South, and I'll get a little gun-happy when I'm back home. It wouldn't be no different had we gone to Chicago, Derek."

"Wow, mama's go home heat today." We settle on the jet, and Hotch and Rossi debrief us. I take a nap as we head south, and unfortunately, the power of the state takes me over. I march up to the sheriff and flash my credentials.

"So, how's it happen?" The sheriff speaks in an accent so thick it makes grits look like juice. I glance at the team, and they seem to sigh in relief when they realize I can understand him. Tirelessly, we worked the case for 73 hours. We met at a fresh crime scene every morning. The unsub seemed to be in a frenzy. He was dangerous and mixed with a high concentration of amphetamine addiction in this area. It was likely he had no clue he was killing.

But, due to the trace amounts of meth, we knew that he was unstable and would trip up eventually. We got some sleep after the fourth body, and there was a trip up in the morning. A fifth, but he had left some of his powdered sugar at the crime scene.

I put a glove on and lifted the little baggie, showing it off to Reid.

"Hey, Spencer, check this out."

"Hey, I've been clean for years," He mopes

"Aw, I'm sorry, sugar," A detective approaches me with an evidence bag. "Here, swab it and run this through CODIS." Spencer and I kept sweeping the crime scene for any molecule of evidence. Nothing all that exciting. The killer left the knife in her this time. Indicative of the fact that they were out of control. I squat next to the body and ghost my fingers over the entrance wound.

"Hey Spencer," He perks up like a gopher, "If you were going to kill someone and you were going to stab them to death, how'd you do it?"

"Are you sure that's an appropriate question?"

"I'm just curious."

"I'd probably use something with a curved blade. It would do the most damage and be the hardest to remove." His eyes go kind of dead, as he explains. An awkward air hangs between the two of us as we survey the wound.

"Damn, Spence, that's messed up."

"You asked." He sasses

Not later that evening, a woman called to suspect a strange man was in her house. We move in immediately and find a man pacing in circles in the bathroom. He's violent and angry, and his nose is bleeding. He tried to swing a knife at Morgan, but I grabbed him by the wrist and slammed his head into the wall. I use my hips to push him forward and cuff him while Emily helps the woman safely out of her house.

I march him to the car while he screams that I'm a bastard whore. Finally, I shoved him into the police car and muttered a good riddance. I even patted my hands like a baker getting flour off.

"I need a drink." I put my hands on my hips

"I could use something to cool off, too. This southern heat can be beat." Derek wipes his brow

"Hotch you think we have the leeway to spend the night here?" Emily asks

"That's all up to JJ, anything pressing enough that we need to get back to Quantico?"

"Well, nothing too scary that we couldn't cut loose after working for six days straight." She smiles at the team

Hours later, we showered, ate a full meal at a steakhouse, and put on the nicest clothes in our go-bags. The team was shocked to discover I had a cowboy hat in my bag. We moseyed our way to the bar, a small dive bar with a pool table. A mechanical bull is in the center of the room, and my eyes light up at the memories. Rossie buys us a pitcher of beer, and we all unwind from the stressful week.

As we knock 'em back slowly and let college stories fly, the team starts to forget what we had seen. Rossi tells us some funny stories about going to college during the summer of love, and Reid accidentally brags about going to Cal Tech.

"Well, what about you? Didn't you go to school nearby?" Emily says as she refills her glass.

"Uh yeah, in Charleston, South Carolina." I clarify

"So you must have spent most of your nights like this." Derek motions around the bar, playing honky-tonk music. Pool balls clack around us, and there's a thin layer of dirt around the edge of the bar.

"Well, most nights I spent in my dorm or the library. Every other Saturday, my roommate and neighbors would go to a dive named Fat Daddy's. We would make bets with the alcoholic dads about being able to ride the bull, and if we stayed on longer than they said so, they'd buy us all a drink. I didn't pay for my own liquor for three semesters." The team stood in shock. Hotch's jaw was agape and Rossi just nodded his chin in acknowledgement.

"Well, now, baby girl, I have to see you in action." Derek almost commands

"No, I ain't dressed right. And ain't nobody betted me."

"I bet you won't last seven seconds on the mechanical bull," Spencer interjects "If you do, I'll buy you that coconut margarita that you've been eyeing."

"Alrght, there's my bet." I march up to the bartender "I'm'onna ride that bull." I point at it and he looks me hat to boot.

"Alright," The bartender seems disinterested. He hits a button, and lights around the bull flash like a carnival. I draw the attention of the whole bar as a pre-recorded announcer calls me a brave challenger.

Big men with fat beer bellies gather around, and I readjust my top. If I play my cards right, I might get more than a coconut margarita out of this. I'm not wearing anything too special—just one of my combat scoop-neck tees and low-rise daisy dukes. The bartender offers his hand, and I use it to mount the big plastic bull.

"You ready, little girl?" He asks

"Yes sir." I grip onto the handle at the 'bull's nape and a bell rings. Slowly the bull starts lurching forward and back while exciting music bounces around the bar.

one Mississippi

The bull speeds up

'ride it, cowgirl!" Derek yells from the edge of the bull enclosure

two Mississippi

It starts going sideways

three Mississippi

I fake with my appearance that I'm struggling and readjust my grip

four Mississippi

I use my hips to grind with the rhythm of the bull as men whoop and cheer

five Mississippi, six Mississippi

My heart starts to thump against my ribs

Seven Mississippi, I win.

The team cheers for me. I keep going, getting bold enough to grind more dramatically. I hear more whoops and hollers as I lift my arms and squee. Someone yells, and another man whistles. I hold onto my hat as the bull speeds up, and I feel my shirt lift.

'Yeehaw!' I hear, and the bar just erupts. I feel so full of life, and I jump up on the bull, riding it like a surfboard. I drop down and sit backward on the bull. I twist around and ride the bull until the bartender slows it down.

"You done broke our record. 39 seconds on the highest speed." The bar screams in glee, and the team closes in on me, handing out high fives. Reid hangs behind the group, and I see him ask Derek a question

"Did you know that (Y/n) has a stomach tattoo?"

"Wow (Y/n), that was incredible." Emily looks starstruck

"I told you I didn't pay for a drink for 18 months." I give JJ a hug, and Reid emerges from the crowd

"I guess I owe you a drink." He smiles, and I fidget with the hem of my shirt

"One coconut margarita, please, sir." He leads me to the bar, where the bartender makes one for me. I hold the glass up to his face, and Reid takes the first sip.

"No, that's fine," He pushes the glass from his cheek

"C'mon, you paid for it."

"Listen, you know that coercion isn't a great thing to do. Most serial killers are more coercive than a skeezy lawyer."

"Aw, you're using my metaphors." I coo and step closer to his chest

"When did you become so flirty?" he braces me on the hip

"All that shaking around must have got the beer movin' in me." I giggle and sip on my glass. "I saw you askin' Derek 'bout my tattoo. y' wanna see it?" I start to roll up my shirt

"No, no, that's fine," He holds my wrist to stop me. "Why don't we get you some water."

"No, this is yummy." I smile and down the cup. He grimaces at the action and tries to walk me over to our table

"Hey, Spencer, you wanna know why I'm so good at riding that thing?" I halt to play with the button of his shirt, and he stops, too.

"Uh sure," He swallows

"Ever the curious doctor," I slur. I'm good with the bull because I love riding," I whisper drunkenly in his ear. He swallows hard and tries to shimmy us back to our table. His hands shake as he grips my tricep.

"Why're you so nervous?" I ask the side of his jaw. My voice swings up an octave, but I snort as I survey the team.

"The liquor got to her quick. I'm gonna get her back to the hotel."

"Oooh, why don't you take me someplace fancy," I tease

"Well, make sure you use protection." Derek snorts as he lifts a brown bottle to his lips

"Aw, you ain't gotta worry. I've got an IUD." Spencer soothes my sentence with a pat on my shoulder, and I slide a hand down his back

"That won't be a problem. I'm just going to ensure she has water, Advil, and comfortable clothes." He jumps away as I make an attempt to grab his butt.

"You sure you don't want either of us to take her?" JJ offers and points between Emily and herself. I rest my head on his chest. I can feel his heart pounding against my temple.

"You gonna take good care of me, Doctor?" I smile up at his concerned face

"I'm not that kind of doctor." He scolds. He helps seatbelt me into one of two FBI SUVs. Slowly and carefully, he drives me to the highway motel we were placed in, and he marches me into my room.

"Alright, are you sober enough to shower?" He sits me on the bed, and the mattress shrieks beneath me

"Yeah, so long as you help me get my shirt off."

"No, I won't be doing that," He finds a glass and fills it with water. He digs in my go-bag and finds the bottle of Advil. He drops two in his hand and gives them to me as well as the cup. "Drink this," he tucks some hair behind his ears.

"My feet hurt," I whine and put the pills in my mouth.

"Well, you're wearing those ridiculous boots," He stressfully tucks some hair behind his ears

"They ain't ridiculous." Stick out a foot and twist it to see the whole design, "Maybe a little flashy." I tuck my foot in and look up at him. "Will you calm down if you held me out of these sugar?"

"Yeah, sure." He kneels down and tugs each of my boots off, and lines them up with the rest of my shoes.

"Aww, you're so caring. C'mere sugar." Reluctantly, he finds me on the mattress, and I pat it next to me. He's hesitant, but he sits, and I lean against him. "Hey, Spencer?"

"Yes, (Y/n)?"

"You wanna ask about my tattoo?"

"No,"

"Really, because you keep glancing down at my stomach. I may be a drunk one, but I am a profiler. What about it? Gets you going so much?"

"What?" He scoffs in shock "It doesn't 'get me going'." I hold onto his arm

"Really? Because I'm pushin' my tits against you, and you're still lookin' at my stomach."

"I uh I'm not." He's distracted enough that I can swing my legs across his lap "(Y/n), this is really inappropriate conduct for coworkers."

"I ain't on the clock," I slowly drag my shirt up to reveal the design. Two big blossoms of overlapping lavender and olive flowers. Any protests he tries to make are halted as he studies the image.

"These ones, "I guide his apprehensive hand as hi pointer finger traces my stomach "Are olive blossoms, they stand for peace. and these are lavenders."

"They mean feminity and grace." He clears his throat

"I've got more," I whisper playfully

"C-can I see them?" He swallows. I cross my arms at the hem of my shirt and pull it off, lifting the hem of my bralette.

"There's some text under my boobs."

"te amo para siempre." He reads without an accent, so it sounds stilted. "Did you get that for a boyfriend?"

"No, it's something my grandpa used to tell me." he runs his thumb over the cursive, "And on my collarbones." I guide his wrist to my right clavicle.

"'An eye for an eye,' I guided him across my chest, and he traced like he was reading braille.' leaves the whole world blind.' He connected his eyes with mine. His pupils were real big.

"Aw gee, I just realized I'm a little underdressed."

"Of course," he shifts around to encourage me to get off

"Uh uh, it could be you're just overdressed," I hold onto the knot in his tie

"No (Y/n),"

"You know, darling, your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying yes." I slide my hips forward and feel him suppress a shudder. I direct his head to look at me with blown-wide puppy dog eyes. "Maybe we should tell your mouth to let your body take over." I sink my lips against him, and he melts into me. Our lips smack as he pulls away

"(y/n), no, this isn't professional," he tries to disable my arms as I slide his tie knot apart

"Well, that's good. If I were professional, you get a hotel in a local jail for soliciting a prostitute." I get the knot loose and free his neck, making headway on the buttons. He shiftsbutI kiss his complaints away. Soon, sounds of complaint turn to moans as he succumbs to his body.

"Hey, Spencer," I pull away briefly and chew on my lip at the view. His hair is fluffed, and the top half of his shirt is flipped open. "I've got one more tattoo, and I think you'd really like it."

"I would?" he pushes his hair back "Why." I give him a peck as I reach for the button on my shorts. He grabs my hand and undoes the button himself. I guide his hand to the zipper, and he tugs it down. Instead of shimmying out of the shorts, I hook his finger in the elastic of my underwear. He pulls it down just enough to read the black text that slowly faded to show green.

"C6H12O6?"

"Yeah, you remember what that means?"

"It's the chemical formula for sugar." He snaps the underwear back into place, and I jump at the sensation, "Why?"

"Because I'm so sweet." I dive back in and kiss him. Heated aggressively like he's got the last cup of water on his tongue. He reaches into my hair to steady me, and with his second hand, he grabs my hip. I continue to unbutton his shirt until he shores it off into the distance.

"Well, look how handsome you are," I watch him blush, but I run my hands up his chest and over his collarbones. He blushes but guides my hand to his belt buckle. I love the sound a belt buckle makes. Before I can get his pants off him, Spencer surprises me. He picks us up and twists us, so my back slaps against the squeaky mattress.

He slithers down my body, kissing down the various tattoos. Gently, he slides his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. He slides them down and separates each of my knees. Almost entranced he licks up the gray cotton panties I wore.

"Spencer!' I moan in shock

"Please, this is my favorite part." He pulls the underwear off and tosses it to the side. I don't protest any further. It's rare to find a guy willing to go down on me, much less one that initiates. He wraps his arms around my thighs and places my knees at his shoulders. He wastes no time diving in.

With every man I've slept with, I've never felt someone go down on me with such fervor and skill. I'm taken down. He clings onto my clit with desperation. He drops my right leg so that he can trace gentle circles around my pussy.

"Spenc- Uh"

"Sh-sh -shh, just relax." He soothes me and rubs my inner thigh. I try to look down at him, but as he continues his ministrations, I lose my strength and flop my head back. Slowly, he sinks his pointer finger in, and I take a sharp inhale.

"Spe-EUUh!" His skill is shocking as he slowly moves his finger in and out. Once I was acclimated, he pulled out and put both his pointer and middle in. I do my best to suppress it for the comfort of the surrounding guests.

"Don't hide from me." He comes up and looks my face over

"There's other people around, Spencer."

"Then let them hear." He places a kiss on my forehead and sinks down to continue devouring me. I don't hold back as much as I'm embarrassed. He starts a 'come hither' motion and I roll my hips up into his face. He braces a hand on my hip.

"Sit still." He commands

Steadily, I felt a climax rising in me. I felt the muscles in my stomach clenching and tensing. I feel like yellow waves of pleasure ripple through my body.

"SPE—Spencerr, I'm gonna!" I desperately reached around and threaded my fingers into his hair. With my other hand, I felt around for the disheveled comforter. I balled my hands into a fist around what I held: his hair and the blanket. I climaxed faster than I had expected. Accidentally, I locked Spencer in with my legs. Desperate to keep the pleasure close to me.

It took me a moment to catch my breath. When I came to, I released my legs, and he resurfaced, wiping his mouth as he checked on me.

"How are you doing? Was that any good?"

"Good?" I gaped, and I saw him crumble a little in insecurity. Spencer, that was the best head I've ever had." He chuckled boyishly as I held his pants so he lay on top of me.

"Spencer?" I ask slowly

"Yeah," He kisses me on the side of the mouth

"I'm gonna fuck you now,"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I sit him up and unzip his pants and pull them down. His legs are ridiculously long, and it feels like an eternity to get him naked. I geek at his boxers. His cock is jumping against the fabric, and there is a small precum stain. I rub over the fabric, and he keens into my touch.

"Aww, so you're all talk," I tease

"S-shut up, you were just writhing under me." He leans back on his arms. The veins in his forearms are bulging, and I can see his stomach shift as he shifts under my pawing.

"Yeah, and now you will be."

I slide my fingers under the elastic, and he lifts his hips to help me free him. Gently, I stroke him, and he gulps back and moans. I mount him, letting Spencer guide himself into me. I sigh as I feel him slide in, and his hands gravitate to my hips.

"Woah," he grunts. It's probably the strangest reaction I've gotten, but I appreciate being such a stunner.

"How are you doing, Reid?"

"I-I'm sublime. How are you?" I shift my hips in contemplation, feeling my eyes pool in the back of my head.

"Oh, I'm doing-g just-" My sentence cuts itself off as the head of his dick kisses a sweet spot inside me. "Can you just give me a little boost?" He holds each of my hips and drags me across my lap.

"Oh fuck," I sigh, and I pick my hips up. We fall into a sensual rhythm as the world disappears around us. "Spencer, that feels so..." My forehead collapses against his collarbone. There's something about his dick that itches a scratch I didn't know I was feeling. Similarly, he mews below me.

"(Y/n)," he groans out below me "Don't stop." and I don't. Instead, I pick up the pace. I brace myself on his shoulders and slam my hips back and forth until my thighs burn. And when the sensation becomes overwhelming I keep fighting.

"Oh my- uh," He groans beneath me "(Y/n), (Y/n), I'm gonna cum." He sounds desperate. "(Y/n) you have to get off." He whimpers

"No, I'm gonna cum too. I won't-" I keep my hips galloping against his thighs, "PLEase- fuck, I'm gonna." I feel his cock twitch inside me, and warmth spreads through my thighs.

"Uh, nice and deep." I halt myself for a second," Spencer I gotta keep going."

"M'kay." I ride with such speed that I'm scared the legs on the bed will snap. Finally, I feel the point of no return—like watching a slow vase fall over, knowing you're too far away to stop it. I came. My knees buckled, and I fell chest-first onto Reid.

"Are you okay?" He holds my back steady and gently rubs my spine, and I catch my breath.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I sit myself up, and Spencer tucks some frizzy hair behind my ear. "Probably some of the sex I've had in... ever." His face lights up. I use his shoulder to stand up, and I feel it slide down my thigh.

"I'm gonna need a shower, but there's always room for two." I smile and trot off to the ensuite. It's not long before Spencer is chasing me behind the vinyl curtain to wet his hair and press a kiss to the back of my shoulder.

[lostinhisworld]

find me - RAFE CAMERON

warnings: angst!!!! so much angst. addiction. allusion to death/killing? sad rafe. sad reader. she/her pronouns. breakup. messy writing. unedited. potential for a part 2 with a happy ending? lmk if i missed anything. another draft. drabble

word count: 384

hope you enjoy x

sorry about my lack of posting and request replies. i’ve been feeling really unmotivated and have just gone back to work. i promise i’ll try to get out some new fics/requests soon

the signs had been there all along— pale skin, matching the scattered white powder, thunder storms hiding behind his once bright eyes, sunken skin and shortened temper.

she had tried to ignore them at first, hoping a blind eye would force them away but it only made things worse.

images of him bent over a table, a single finger pressing his left nostril closed as he inhaled his killer, haunted her.

she saw them each time she closed her eyes or stared at her own reflection too long. and again when she tried to admire her boyfriend.

he’d never purposefully hurt her, not even with the drug infecting his body. but she couldn't stand to watch him kill himself any longer.

despite all the love she felt for him, and the love she knew he held for her, she had to leave, if not for herself than for the hope that this would be the boy's motivation to save himself before it were too late.

"i can't love you if you refuse to love yourself." she cried, hands gripping the dock’s railing as she tried to gather strength. she kept her back to him, not yet ready to see the consequences of their actions.

his sobs reverberated off the calm waters, echoing through the otherwise still area. “i don't need to love myself," he pleaded, hands itching to touch the girl— to know if she were real or just another symptom of his disease. “i love you enough that i don't need to."

"you love me enough that i don't need to." he whispered.

the words were spoken as a statement, and any by stander would take them as such. but she knew better than that.

he was asking— begging, for reassurance. something to prove his worst fears wrong.

but she could no longer do that, because while he still believed her to be his guider, she knew she'd already failed. “no, Rafe.” she stated simply, finally turning to look into his eyes.

for the first time in months they weren't red from his addiction, but, instead, from the salty liquid burning his eyes.

his lips, the ones she once couldn't stop staring at, were chapped and bleeding from his teeth nervously scrapping them.

the hands that had treated her body with nothing but kindness and worship, gently caressing her skin, now fidgeted by his sides, straining his joints as he stretched his fingers and clenched his knuckles, repeating over and over like a pre-rehearsed dance.

stepping closer to the body she used to call home, the girl couldn't help her smile as she recalled their before moments. "i’ll always love you, that much we both know,” she started, small hand reaching to brush the hair from his face. “but my love cannot replace your own."

pressing her lips to the boy's cheek, she said her final farewell, "you need to find yourself and you can't do that with me standing in the way."

stepping back, she looked out at the water surrounding them before returning her sight to him. "so find yourself, Rafe. and then, if you can still feel me in your heart, find me.”

[ninyard]

For the Fandom Ask game:

22. Give us a headcanon for Seth? (Yes I'm a little bit predictable...)

I hope you are asleep now Nin and you see this in like four hours earliest! <3

So I know all of my Seth headcanons always end up being about his death but

I always wonder if he knew he was dying. If he knew Allison was waiting for him to come back. And how quick was it? This isn't really a headcanon but more of a musing and I swear eventually I'll have no choice but to talk about something else when it comes to Seth. For now. RIP King. tw overdose SORRYYYYY

As someone who had overdosed before, I wonder if he knew the feeling? Knew the feeling that he'd had too much, knew there was nothing he could do to stop it?

But one thing that always gets me kind of heartbroken is if he watched it happen and knew there was nothing he could do about it. My hypothesis of his death was that he was spiked by a needle in the bathroom of the bar they were at, and it was quick because of the amount of whatever it was that they'd given him. So picture this:

Seth is in the toilets of the bar. It's busy, there's loud music outside, but the toilets are relatively quiet. It's just him standing at the urinals, he's kind of drunk already. Allison is getting their next round of drinks at the bar. Somebody comes out of one of the stalls and offers him a bump of some sort of powder and he looks at it for a second too long but refuses. He's clean. He's not going to do it. He promised Allison that he wouldn't. That person leaves, unbothered. More for them.

And the door opens. The music gets louder for a second, and then its muted again, and he glances over his shoulder to see somebody coming up behind him.

There's a prick in his arm, or his back, or his leg, and he feels it. He feels it, and his heart drops into his shoes at that feeling, at the strangers hands disappearing back into their pockets. But there's no way he actually saw that, right? Why would somebody he's never met before... No.

So he fixes himself, and he joins the stranger at the sinks, and he starts to wash his hands, and then he looks at himself. Something feels wrong.

"Are you good, man?" The stranger asks him, and he looks at him, but something is wrong, and the stranger is smiling, and his hand plants onto his shoulder, and then Seth feels it again. A prick. The feeling of a needle right into his neck this time. And this time he sees it. A little thin syringe, empty, a cap replaced on top of it now. Then the stranger is gone.

And he's on the floor of one of the stalls, and he's trying to get it out of his system, but he knows there's nothing he can do. It's too much, it's too quick, it's too intense. He tries to take out his phone but it's gone, he thinks he can see it on the floor, but his head is hurting, and he's trying to call out for Allison, or anyone, anyone at all. Nobody is coming. Nobody is coming.

Do you think Seth knew that he was dying? That he looked that stranger in the eyes, and knew they'd done this, and they knew it would kill him? Do you think he knew that nobody would believe he hadn't done it himself?

My disgusting heartbreaking headcanon for Seth was that he knew somebody else had done it, but he'd looked them in the eyes. Seth had looked his killer in the eyes, he knew he was dying, he knew there was nothing he could do. He died alone. Seth died knowing nobody would believe it when they found his body, like the boy who cried wolf, they'd hear about it and they'd say typical. Not surprised. It was only a matter of time. Seth died alone, feeling like a disappointment, knowing that he was going to die as an addict when he'd been trying so hard to not be known as that anymore. He was meant to live. He was meant to survive.

Anyways.

I also think that Seth spoke to Allison in a baby voice when they were alone. He'd blow raspberries on her stomach and they'd laugh so hard together that they'd cry. There's that too?

[imaginemonstervi]

Collaboration with @la-mishi-mish

I really didn't want to make this concept of Creepypasta information controversial, but I do feel the need to say something

It just baffles me how CLOSE TO TEN years ago people would expose Mishi for her wrongdoings on aging up Sally for fan requested NSFW, leading to people still beating the boney remains of the dead horse into a powder, even nowadays when Mishi apologized n didn't repeat those actions since

yet people would completely ignore that Ben is also a 12 year old ghost being s3xu4l1z3d n shipped to adults by many people in the fandom

Not to overlook the obvious misportrayal of him being a p3rv3rt3d drxg addict

It should be common sense that NO ghost child should be portrayed in such way nor be ���aged up’ for anything like that

Also BEN not being an exception n a way around it, since the entity does contain the souls or kids too

Don't get me wrong, I am NOT excusing what Mishi did, but it does eat my nerves to STILL see people nowadays bring it up when it clearly has been resolved

Focus maybe on the artists who haven't apologized at all (eg. Yaguyi, DeluCat..)

But it's extremely hypocritical to see people still be riled up on a already resolved old situation,

yet having a complete blind eye when it comes to Ben and how people treat this ghost child, includin the 13 year old version of Jeff the Killer and more kid characters

[lamuradex]

Stitches of the Mind: Character Profile 2

Let's keep going with these. 2nd main character.

Rhianne Thompson

Description:

Rhianne looked the same as she always did. Powder blush, a rosy-painted complexion, and the face of a model. Subtle makeup framed her eyes and coloured her lips, today’s lipstick being a shade of dark red. Her long, chocolate-brown hair rolled down her shoulders in silky waves, while she wore a sharp blue skirt with a white buttoned blouse, all of which clung to her curved figure. Even out of the public eye, she always made the effort to dress well, looking like someone straight out of a fashion magazine, with a pair of stylish blue spectacles perched on her nose to complete the look.

Born and raised in Meadowhurst, Rhianne is a very fashionable and beautiful woman. She's managed to carve a niche as an owner of Meadowhurst's premier deluxe clothing store, with employees to deal with the day to day sales while she manages and creates her own new designs for the shop floor. Sooner or later, everyone in town has been in there for a dress or a suit.

As she was raised in Meadowhurst, she's always had a passing familiarity with many of the girls that would become her best friends, so it's easy for her to think of them as lifelong friends.

Rhianne can be sharp, even argumentative, and a little stuck in her ways. Even so, she cares for her friends deeply, will be there to support them as needed, and especially has an affection for Penny... more than maybe even she realises.

Rhianne is the one who first met Tammy when she moved to town, going to complain about postal issues, only to find by a quirk of town planning that Tammy was her neighbour in house number, but not actually her next door neighbour. They frequently get each others post. When even Tammy couldn't work out the cause of this quirk, Rhianne invited her out for commiseratory drinks, where she met the rest of the girls.

Not quite a pillar of the community, but a steadfast member of it, known and respected by most.

Of course, much of this changed after Penny disappeared.

With Penny dropping bodies, Rhianne isolated herself, terrified of the killer on the loose, even if that killer used to be her friend. Her isolation became so severe that she stopped visiting her shop, leaving it to her employees and sending the occasional note over, and never leaving her house for more than groceries for fear of Penny being around any corner.

However, even she could see this wasn't healthy. Her fear only grew worse, overwhelming her, days turning to weeks, turning to months, always alone and afraid. Finally, when she heard noises outside in her bins, she decided an act of bravery was needed. She was terrified, but she needed to prove she could do it. So she went out to investigate.

This resulted in a panic, some screaming, and scratches from a wild animal.

Rhianne returned to her home, heart racing and hurt. Not badly, but enough to sting. Which is when she had a revelation. The pain had broken the tension. Burst the bubble. She wasn't afraid. Not with the worst having happened, her heart racing and cuts burning.

And so, next time she found herself afraid, she tried to replicate this. She took some scissors and traced them on her skin. Pain granted her relief from her fears.

This relief soon became an indulgence, a masochistic pastime that she began to enjoy. It helped her escaped the terrifying reality of Meadowhurst. And who was she hurting, other than herself, of course?

But fantasies can run away with you.

Over the months, her indulgence continued, becoming close to an addiction, until one day she found herself fantasising. Daydreaming about a certain serial killer who could truly bring pain. A friend she had lost but that she still cared for. Penny.

While initially a little shocked at herself, she reasoned she still wasn't hurting anyone. Gradually, a new, twisted infatuation was born from that twisted seed. She even made a life sized ragdoll, an idol to heap her affections onto, out of fabric and thread. A doll to cuddle, made to look like Penny, which she called her Pretty Penny.

And her infatuation may have ended there, strange as it was... had she not received a very strange gift from Penny herself, alongside a note begging for her to keep it safe.

It was a human heart in a box.

But to Rhianne, it was her affections returned. Her crush reciprocated. Maybe it truly was love after all?

So she hid Penny's gift. She hid it inside Pretty Penny where no one would find it. And thus she waited, indulging in her reliefs, her masochism, hoping for the day the real Penny would find her again.

But she knows no one will understand. How far will she go to keep her secrets. How far will she go to keep Penny's gift hidden?

And is there perhaps more to Pretty Penny than meets the eye?

Rhianne knows she's likely gone mad, but it's better than facing the horrid reality her life has become. And when she faced with living dolls and nightmares, she embraces them, seeing them for the miracle she thinks they are. But even if these things are real, then that does not mean they wish her well. And the darkness of these horrors is only a short walk from her madness.

[semper-legens]

42. Did She Kill Him?, by Kate Colquhoun

Owned?: No, library Page count: 346 My summary: Liverpool, 1889. James Maybrick dies after a long illness, his wife Florence by his side. But is this death all it seems? His brothers suspect Florence of murdering him - it's a known secret that she committed adultery, and her marriage was already all but over. Florence maintains her innocence, despite the opinions of the world. But with the revelations that James was a hypochondriac who regularly took arsenic as medicine, the waters become a lot more muddled. So what actually happened to James Maybrick? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

This case is an absolutely fascinating one. I first found out about it in a very roundabout way - the book Dan Leno and the Limehouse Golem draws inspiration from Florence Maybrick for its main antagonist, as well as the history of Jack the Ripper. It baffles the modern mind to hear that in the late 1800s, there were people who regularly took arsenic as a form of medicine despite, you know, it being a deadly poison, but Victorian medicine left a lot to be desired. As did Victorian morality and treatment of women. Poor Florence Maybrick spent fifteen years in prison for a crime she most likely didn't actually commit, and all because she was judged by the moral attitudes of the time. Her status as middle-class and her relative youth might have been the only things that saved her from the noose, but even so, she spent fifteen years in prison, emigrated to America, never saw her children again, and died alone and penniless. Her tale is a tragic one, of injustice done to someone who likely deserved none of it.

Case for the prosecution: Florence Maybrick had been having an affair, had argued with and openly rebelled against her husband, had bought flypapers to soak the arsenic out of them, was seen putting suspicious powders into her husband's meat juice (ew), and stood in theory to gain from his death. Case for the defense: James Maybrick was addicted to arsenic, may have requested that his wife dose the bottle, the bottle was never drunk from, the cause of death was uncertain and not always consistent with arsenic poisoning and, most damning of all, the doctors involved in James Maybrick's care didn't suspect poison until his brothers brought it up. The point is, the evidence was murky enough that Florence couldn't and shouldn't have been convicted on it. So why was she? This book suggests Victorian morality. She had admitted to adultery and, while her husband was also guilty of the same crime, her having an affair was seen as proof she was guilty because she didn't live up to the lofty goals of Victorian morality. Wives are meant to be domestic, caring, loving, devoted. Florence complicated that by being imperfect. But that doesn't mean she was a killer. This book is an excellent summary of the case, written in a more proselike style but with an extensive bibliography, covering everything that happened behind the walls of the Maybrick house - at least, as far as that can be known. I'd recommend it to anyone interested in these sorts of true crime stories!

Next up, something is killing the children…

[bloodcandied]

Death Addiction 亡瘾 Chapter 2

My neck was strangled hard by the thin rope, and unlike my carefully selected tools for when I did it myself, the sharp pain when the thin rope was tightened instantly aroused and excited me even more.

To be honest, if there was ever an Olympic competition for hanging oneself, I could have most likely represented the Chinese team to secured the top three spots in the global group.

Being strangled by rope however was a common occurrence, and I skillfully touched the place where the rope was knotted, and stuck my fingers in to hold it in place, preventing it from continuing to tighten.

Noticing the anomaly, Xu Tuo covered my mouth and lowered me to the ground, "You enjoy playing with the rope?"

It still took a few seconds to recover from the slight suffocation, and my mind was still a little foggy, "Can ...... you ...... change the rope ...... "

"Hmm?"

"Slowly ...... change to thick rope ...... No, wait, why are you trying to kill me?"

As he got closer, I could smell a certain odor coming from him. In addition to the faint scent of cologne, there was some sort of odor that was familiar to me.

Ah ...... it seemed to be the odor I smelled in my nose whenever I tried to kill myself. When a person was near death, the brain secreted a strange odor, a bit like baby powder if I had to describe it.

I was so addicted to this smell that I was lost in my thoughts at such a time. In Xu Tuo's eyes though, my expression at the moment looked amazing.

"It feels a little gross to be looked at like that." He said.

"...... That strain on your collar, it's real blood isn't it?" I weakly raised my hand and pointed to his collar, "Could it be that you ...... were responsible for both of the murder cases?"

"Uh-huh." He admitted dryly. Then, a certain physical reaction between my legs was noticed by Xu Tuo, and he was stunned for a few seconds before laughing out loud, "What the hell ...... why does this kind of thing excite you? You, kid, are very dangerous."

-- It was true. When I was strangled just now, the matter of "dying without my control" did make me excited.

I was very overwhelmed by him discovering my secret and indulging me.

It was as if a luxury car enthusiast, who usually could only afford to ride a bike in his own neighborhood, was suddenly gifted a Rolls Royce by Xu Tuo ......

"Can you control your emotions? According to normal people's thinking, finding out a serial murderer is your house tenant should be slightly shocking," He patted my face.

I snapped back to reality slightly.

It was hard to associate serial killers with the image of Xu Tuo, who was textbook "likable". In contrast, I was probably more likely to be a high school student driven crazy by the pressure of schooling who turned to killing people as a source of relief.

I asked, "Will you kill me?"

"Will you tell?"

In that instant, a tacit understanding suddenly formed between us.

I wavered between telling on him and not telling on him for a few seconds - mostly, if I snitched, my dad would catch him, and maybe I could get a bonus from my unit, and my money to go on a school trip for the summer would be taken care of.

However, Xu Tuo had already followed my odd train of thought, "You're not calculating how much of a bonus you can get after Uncle Dai catches me, are you?"

"Do you know how much?"

"No idea, but I'd hate for that to happen, Xueming." Xu Tuo, who was half a head taller than me, pulled me up and crouched down to look me levelly in the eyes, "Look, if I kill you to silence you, I'll have to change my house, and your house has the best rental in the area. And then there's the fact that I love my uncle's cooking."

I liked my dad's cooking too, and could sort of understand his pain.

"I won't say anything about it. But you're not allowed to do anything to my parents either."

"It's not like I'm a homicidal maniac."

"...... That's very unconvincing of you."

"To get you to change your mind about me a little, how about buying you another Coke and fried chicken?"

I rubbed my neck where the strangulation msrks burned, "No. Where do you get your money from? It's not really from an IT company, is it?"

"That's an adult thing."

---

We headed back to the house. He still bought another fried chicken halfway there, and the two of us ate it as we walked. We bumped into my mom in front of the house and Xu Tuo was scolded by her for a long time, "Xiao Xu, don't buy him junk food."

My dad worked seven days a week, and slept in the office four days if he was busy. On Fridays, he was able to come home for dinner, and my mom helped him heat up the leftovee dishes, which he devoured in the living room.

I went over to him, "Dad, let me ask you something."

"What is it?"

"You said there was a murder in Old Town two years ago, so was that murderer caught?"

"Nope. There was a suspicion that the recent murders were also done by the murderer from two years ago, but there's always something that doesn't add up ...... Forget it, I'm not talking to you about it. Have you finished your homework?"

"No."

I went back to my room. The door to the room had just been pushed open when a hand reached out from inside and yanked me in.

The -- window was open, and Xu Tuo came down from upstairs through the window into my room.

"What's all this nonsense you were asking?" He whispered, "Dead kid."

"I didn't say anything!" I pried his hand off of me, "Just asking my dad. I was thinking you weren't in the city two years ago."

"Don't push every case onto my head, okay? I'm very meticulous."

"Fine." I mumbled and sat at my desk. The desk was next to the window, and when he came in through the window, he'd crumpled the papers on the desk into a ball.

Xu Tuo had to accompany me to clean up the trampled homework during which found the rope I kept hidden behind the desk and picked it up to measure it, "This is also too thick ......"

"It's not like I'm trying to strangle myself to death."

"Is it comfortable?" He slipped the noose around his own neck, "I'd like to try it."

I walked behind him, sized up the rope and hung the other end on the doorknob, "There you go, just sit down."

He looked at the rope on the doorknob, unhooked it and took it to the window. Outside the window was the outer case of the air conditioner, Xu Tuo hung the other end of the rope on the case shelf, and stood by the window.

I suddenly realized what he wanted to do, jumped over and grabbed him: "Are you crazy? You really will die!"

"I won't, with such a thick rope, I'll fall within two meters and still have almost five minutes to struggle." He laughed and adjusted the rope around his neck tighter, "You're afraid I'll die?"

"Don't die in my bedroom! How will I explain this to the others?"

"I won't."

He crouched at the edge of the window and patted the top of my head. I heard a sigh that seemed relaxed, as if he could finally sleep peacefully after long bout of labor.

-- Xu Tuo leapt off my window ledge, the thick rope straining for a split second, the air conditioner's outside case rack making a metallic sound.

I grabbed the rope as hard as I could and yanked upward. As far as males my age went, I wasn't the strong type, and it was too much of a stretch to yank another adult male back up out of the air - yell for Dad to help? No, it would be better to let him hang like this!

Regardless of all the strength I could muster, I couldn't drag him back. He was still breathing, but the force from the fall caused the rope to tighten so much that it became a giant noose around his neck.

This was the first time I had witnessed someone else's death process.

Xu Tuo's complexion had changed, his face turning blood red from the congestion. I poked half of my body out of the window and tugged at the rope around his neck, but my fingers were unable to snap into it no matter what.

At that moment, his hand lifted and raked upward against the window sill.

"Xu Tuo!" Following the force of his own upward climb, I endeavored to tug him back as well. Half a minute later, Xu Tuo finally returned to my room, his legs swinging out the window, his body lying on my desk.

I used scissors to cut the rope that had sunk into his flesh, and the tip of the knife poked him in the neck a couple times because the rope was so strong. He moved his head, took the scissors from me, and cut the ropes away sharply himself.

"Not a bad score for a first time, huh?" After coughing for a while, he smiled and asked me, "What are you panicking about? Shouldn't you be more relieved that I was going to die?"

My head was covered in a cold sweat. A serial killer about to hang from my window.. was it a good thing or a bad thing? I could have still found a way to tell my dad about his identity, so that my dad could close the case and not have to continue to hustle ...... but the thought of Xu Tuo dying pressed a wave of despair down on the top of my head for some reason.

--If he died, my life would go back to the way it was.

Going to school, coming home, homework, eating, cramming, and occasionally spicing it up with suicide ......

The only fun that was out of my grasp was Xu Tuo.

He rubbed my neck and sat up, tossing the broken rope into the trash. My mom came in at that moment to deliver the snacks and stared in surprise when she saw that he was actually in my room, "When did you get here, Xiao Xu?"

"Just now. Xueming opened the door for me. I helped him with his math."

"Oh ...... I probably didn't hear you in the kitchen." She didn't get suspicious at all and put the sliced fruit on my table, "What's wrong? Why are both your faces red?"

"He just can't learn the problems I've been taught." He said.

"Xueming you take it seriously too. Xiao Xu even came over after work to help with your homework." My mom rubbed my neck and collected the garbage bags from my room, "You guys go on. What do you want to eat for a late night snack? There's yellow fish wontons, Xueming's dad wrapped them himself."

In the end, Xu Tuo broke one of my favorite hanging ropes, downed a bowl of my dad's fish wontons, and walked away satisfied.

A week later, my dad's job loosened up a bit, and he was able to come home on time from time to time.

One day at dinner, Xu Tuo was at the table. My dad mentioned something about work while reading the newspaper, "Xueming, didn't you ask me about the old downtown massacre earlier?"

My mom put down her chopsticks, "Don't talk about this during dinner!"

"What does it matter, to exercise the child's tolerance." He said, putting down the newspaper, "I'm telling you, the murderer of the old downtown serial murders has been found."

"Huh?" My first reaction was to look at Xu Tuo. That guy was mentally tough though, surprisingly he just looked at my dad with a curious face, like an ordinary person waiting to hear gossip.

"Don't say it out haha, it hasn't been officially announced yet. The victims of the two recent murder cases ......"

"Stop it!" My mom was so angry that she banged the table.

"- are suspected to be the two serial killers of the old downtown murders. They were working in pairs over two years ago." Excitement bubbled in my dad's eyes as he said, "Two suspects in an unsolved case became victims one after another, and there's a new breakthrough in this case, we're investigating it along the lines of a vendetta. A part of the investigation was given to the provinces, to check the family of the victim of the old city murders, the family had a son who is now working in the provinces."

"Xueming, pretend you didn't hear him." My mom glared at my dad, "Alright, you can go watch TV when you're done eating, no more chatter."

Xu Tuo followed me as i walked through the house, pretending to take a math tutorial and flip through two pages. I squatted on the chair, staring at him with a gloomy face.

"Why the long face?" He had an innocent look on his face, "I told you that what happened two years ago had nothing to do with me."

"You didn't tell me you were a serial killer hunting serial killers."

"Isn't that good? You should be more at ease, right?"

-- But the original excitement was gone in an instant. He was only targeting criminals on the loose, and I wasn't a criminal!

Once again, Xu Tuo had become a controlled danger, and controlled meant no more fun.

"-And what are my dad and the others going to do when you're finished killing criminals?"

"He'll be able to come back on time to wrap wontons, isn't that good? I'm technically volunteering for them for free."

"So there's no big case bonus!"

"Big cities don't have so many big cases. And am I not giving you rent every month? You little brat...... you're not going to encourage your mom to raise the rent, right?"

I was actually already calculating whether to raise it by two thousand or three thousand.

"Then again, why do you think I don't like killing ordinary people?" He grumbled to himself as he graded the words for my English dictation, "It's neither fun nor challenging, and if ordinary people have a vigilance value of 10, those criminals on the loose have a vigilance value of at least 50 - have you ever seen a cat like to pounce on dull things that don't move? Definitely the more alert and lively something is, the more the cat likes to pounce ah."

-----

I sulked for two days.

In the words of the female class president, she thought she had read a suspense and deduction book, but it turned out to be a running sweet favorite. I wasn't very interested in those novels she was reading, but she was always inquiring about brother Xu who came to pick me up from school.

"Dai Xueming, it's a pity that you're planning to go out for your high school entrance exam." She wailed, "Doomed to split from him ......"

"Not necessarily ah, in the case that the tuition fee exceeds my budget, my father may not send me out."

Excluding Xu Tuo, I knew my life was just that of an ordinary aspiring international student.

My family would struggle to come up with the money to send me abroad to study, I would come back to China, get a job that's not good enough to live up to expectations, work, go on a blind date, get married, have a baby, and remember to kick that tenant out before I have the baby.

"You're taking life too boringly, too." The class president laughed at me, "The thing about life is that there are variables all the time, and no one can tell what's going to happen tomorrow."

--Life is a straight line. It's just a straight line with all the trimmings on it, and it's just a boring line going forward. The only variable is whether my dad can save enough money to send me to study abroad or not.

As for Xu Tuo, knowing that the guy's hunt was limited to murderers on the loose, he too became an ordinary part of my life line's trajectory. Nothing more than a slightly brighter color than the others.

I went home.

My dad didn't come home that day, which was not an uncommon occurrence, and everyone did what they had to do. My mom and her little sister were discussing where to go for a weekend get-together, I was listening to English listening, and Xu Tuo was sitting on the bed behind my desk, looking up information on his laptop.

"Hey, if, I mean if," I whispered to him as I leaned over my desk after finishing a paper, "if my family of three were to be burglarized and murdered one day, would you step in?"

"I would." He smiled and nodded, "Uncle Dai's wontons are delicious."

At that moment, the doorbell rang outside. I thought it was my dad coming back - mom went to open the door, her tone was surprised, "Why is Commander Zhou here ......"

He asked, "Who's Commander Zhou?"

"My dad's boss."

Xu Tuo became alert, closed the computer, and got close to the window to listen to the conversation below.

I brainstormed the craziest situation - if what this guy did was found out, the police force was extremely important. What if the captain led the people to rush into my house, kicked open the door of my room, and started a war with him ......

Then I'm sure I'll help Uncle Zhou, because he gives me year-end money every year.

"Dead child, you little fortune hunter!" Xu Tuo suddenly lowered his voice and scolded me through gritted teeth, thinking I had sold him out.

However no one rushed in.

We waited for a long time, wondering what kind of conversation was actually going on in the living room. And just five minutes later, I heard my mom's heartbreaking cries.

--My dad had been lost in the line of duty.

To be continued

[jynxd]

continued from here

Jinx stood there, gun still smoking, her eyes wide and a manic grin stretched across her face. She looked at the fallen body for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the firelight, tilting her head slightly as if trying to piece together a puzzle that wasn’t quite fitting.

“Enemy? Pffft. Who says I can’t have a little fun with my enemies, huh?” Her voice was laced with that familiar, unpredictable edge. She took a step closer, the grin fading slightly as she studied him, as if searching for something beneath that mask.

“I didn’t do it for you,” she added quickly, her voice lowering. “I just didn’t like the way he was creeping up on you, all sneaky-like.”

Jinx’s eyes narrowed slightly, her expression hardening as she tried to confirm her suspicions. “He was a nobody. Just another piece of trash in this cesspool of a city. You think I’m gonna lose sleep over it?” She waved the gun in the air, almost dismissively, before holstering it with a quick, practiced motion.

She took another step closer, now just inches away from him, peering into the dark lenses of his mask. “But you… you’re different. You’re interesting. And I don’t let interesting things die so easily.” There was that manic glint in her eyes again, but also a flicker of something else—something almost like recognition. @jinxcdd

Ekko had made a point, ever since he'd formed the Firelights to keep his identity a secret. The only ones who would ever see it, see the very reminders of his shimmer addiction of the past that even his camouflaging couldn't hide, were his fellow Firelights. For no enemy could be afforded to recognize him by face, to keep it easier from tracking him, or finding out his name. Jinx was easily on top of the list of those who were not allowed to know. She who would easily out him to Silco, and do god knows what to him.

However, there were aspects about him that did not change, including the way he carried himself. His body posture was the same, as when he was a 13 year child. Skittish but also typically excited, mixed with a bit of serious adult he had become now that he was 22. This was especially the case around Jinx, whom never truly left his mind as Powder. So much so that in this moment, he seemed to freeze as she got closer. His brown eyes, if under the right light, would be clear as day.

"Funny, I would have thought the daughter the notorious Silco would have let them finish me off," Even through the filter concealing his true voice, a crack in his voice could be heard at the words Silco and daughter. As if to give away that the reality hurt. "Especially given that he worked for Silco."

To see Jinx as such a cold blooded killer, it showed obviously signs of hurt as his shoulders sunk a bit. "More importantly, you have been following me." Ekko gulped nervously as he saw the hit of familiarity. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

[felicityhicklingviscomlvl6]

mp – female serial killers.

alphabetical order [last name].

number of female serial killers: 70

beverley gail allitt "angel of death" dob: october 4, 1968 characteristics: nurse suffering from the mental illness – munchausen's syndrome by proxy victims: 4 murders: february – april 1991 method: poisoning (insulin - lignocaine) arrested: november 1991location: lincolnshire, england, uk status: sentenced to 13 concurrent terms of life imprisonment on May 28, 1993 [https://murderpedia.org/female.A/a/allitt-beverley.htm]

lyda catherine ambrose dob: 1891 characteristics: "black widow" – to collect insurance money victims: 5 murders: 1917 – 1920 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: december 1920 location: missouri/idaho, usa status: sentenced to life imprisonment. escaped from the idaho state prison on may 4, 1931. recaptured in kansas city in 1932. died in prison. [https://murderpedia.org/female.A/a/ambrose-lyda.htm] amy archer-gilligan dob: october 1868 characteristics: to collect insurance money to inherit victims: 5+ murders: 1908 – 1916 method: poison [arsenic or strychnine] arrested: may 8, 1916 location: windsor, connecticut, usa status: sentenced to death on june 18, 1917. granted a new trial. pleaded guilty of murder in  second degree. sentenced to life in prison on july 1, 1919. declared insane in 1924 and transferred to connecticut hospital for the insane in middletown, where she remained until her death on 23 april 23, 1962. [https://murderpedia.org/female.A/a/archer-gilligan.htm]

francisca ballesteros "the poisoner of melilla" dob: 1969 characteristics: poisoner victims: 3 murders: 1990 – 2004 method: poison arrested: june 7, 2004 location: melilla, spain status: sentenced to a term of 84 years in prison on september 26, 2005 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/ballesteros-francisca.htm]

margie velma barfield "death row granny" dob: october 23, 1932 characteristics: poisoner victims: 5 – 7 murders: 1969 – 1978 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: may 13, 1978 location: robeson county, north carolina, usa status: executed by lethal injection in north carolina on november 2, 1984 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/barfield-velma.htm]

juana barraza "la mataviejitas" ["the old lady killer"] dob: december 27, 1958 characteristics: robberies – motivated by a lingering resentment against her mother victims: 11+ murders: 2002 – 2006 method: strangulation arrested: may 13, 1978 location: mexico city, mexico status: sentenced to 759 years in prison on march 31, 2008 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/barraza-juana.htm]

martha beck "the lonely hearts killer" dob: may 6, 1919 characteristics: robberies victims: 4+ murders: 1948 – 1949 method: overdose of drugs, strangulation, shooting, and drowning arrested: may 13, 1978 location: illinois/new york/ michigan, usa status: executed by electrocution at sing sing prison in new york on march 8, 1951 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/beck-martha.htm]

marie alexandrine becker "...I can supply you with a powder that will leave no trace" dob: 1877 characteristics: poisoner – robberies victims: 10+ murders: 1932 – 1936 method: poison [digitalis] arrested: october 1936 location: liege, belgium status: sentenced to life imprisonment in 1936. died in prison in 1938 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/becker-marie.htm]

elfriede blauensteiner "the black widow" dob: january 22, 1931 characteristics: poisoner, obsessive gambler – to fuel her expensive addiction victims: 3 – 5+ murders: 1981 – 1995 method: poison [euglucon] arrested: january 1996 location: vienna, austria status: sentenced to life in prison in 1997 and 2001. died on november 18, 2003 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/blauensteiner.htm]

mary ann britland "I am quite innocent, I am not guilty at all." dob: 1847 characteristics: poisoner victims: 3 murders: march – may 1886 method: poison [strychnine and arsenic] arrested: june 1886 location: ashton-under-lyne, great manchester, england, uk status: executed by hanging at strangeways prison on august 9, 1886 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/britland-mary-ann.htm]

judias anna buenooano "the black widow" dob: april 4, 1943 characteristics: poisoner – to collect insurance money victims: 3 murders: 1971 – 1980 method: poison [arsenic] and drowning arrested: january 11, 1984 location: florida/colorado, usa status: executed by electrocution in florida on march 30, 1998 [https://murderpedia.org/female.B/b/buenoano-judy.htm]

leonarda cianciulli "the soap–maker of correggio" dob: november 14, 1893 characteristics: turned their bodies into soap victims: 3 murders: 1939 – 1940 method: beating with an axe arrested: -- location: correggio, emilia romagna, italy status: sentenced to thirty years in prison and three years in a criminal asylum. died of cerebral apoplexy in the women's criminal asylum in pozzuoli on october 15, 1970 [https://murderpedia.org/female.C/c/cianciulli-leonarda.htm]

tammy corbett dob: october 2, 1965 characteristics: child killer – possibly postpartum depression victims: 3 murders: september 1987 – july 1989 arrested: august 10, 1989 method: blunt force, shaking [shook to death], and smothered location: macoupin county, illinois, usa status: sentenced to 20 years in prison on september 24, 1990. sentenced to life in prison without parole on february 10, 1993 [https://murderpedia.org/female.C/c/corbett-tammy.htm]

mary ann cotton "mary ann cotton, dead and forgotten she lies in her bed, with her eyes wide open sing, sing, oh, what can I sing, mary ann cotton is tied up with string where, where? up in the air sellin’ black puddens a penny a pair" dob: october 1, 1832 characteristics: poisoner – to collect insurance money. victims: 1 – 21+ murders: 1857 – 1872 method: poison arrested: 1873 location: north east england, uk status: executed by hanging in Durham prison on march 24, 1873 [https://murderpedia.org/female.C/c/cotton-mary-ann.htm]

anna cunningham dob: 1873 characteristics: parricide, poisoner – to collect insurance money victims: 5 murders: 1918 – 1922 arrested: april 11, 1925 method: poison [arsenic] location: lake county, indiana, usa status: sentenced to life in prison without parole on one count in 1925 [https://murderpedia.org/female.C/c/cunningham-anna.htm]

daisy louisa de melker dob: june 1, 1886 characteristics: poisoner, parricide – to collect insurance money victims: 3 murders: 1923 – 1932 arrested: april 11, 1932 method: poison [arsenic and strychnine] location: germiston, gauteng, south africa status: executed by hanging at pretoria central prison on december 30, 1932 [https://murderpedia.org/female.D/d/de-melker-daisy.htm]

joanna dennehy dob: 1982 characteristics: "I want my fun" victims: 3 murders: march 19 – 29, 2013 arrested: april 2, 2013 method: stabbing with knife location: peterborough, cambridgeshire, england, uk status: pleaded guilty to all three murders and two further attempted murders on november 18, 2013 [https://murderpedia.org/female.D/d/dennehy-joanna.htm]

nannie doss "the giggling grandma" dob: november 4, 1905 characteristics: poisoner – to collect insurance money victims: 8 – 11 murders: 1920s – 1954 arrested: april 1954 method: poison [arsenic] location: alabama/north carolina/kansas/oklahoma, usa status:pPleaded guilty on may 17, 1955, and was sentenced to life imprisonment. died of leukemia in the hospital ward of the oklahoma state penitentiary on june 2, 1965 [https://murderpedia.org/female.D/d/doss-nannie.htm]

amelia dyer ‘you’ll know all mine by the tapes around their necks.’ dob: 1839 characteristics: the most prolific baby farm murderer of Victorian England victims: 6 – 100+ murders: 1880 – 1896 method: strangulation arrested: april 4, 1896 location: reading, england, uk status: executed by hanging at newgate prison on june 10, 1896 [https://murderpedia.org/female.D/d/dyer-amelia.htm]

timea faludi "black angel" dob: 1977 characteristics: nurse – murders "for mercy" victims: 30+ murders: may 2000 – february 2001 method: poison [lethal injection] arrested: february 19, 2001 location: budapest, hungary status: sentenced to 9 years in prison on december 2, 2002 [https://murderpedia.org/female.F/f/faludi-timea.htm]

irina viktorovna gaidamachuk "satan in a skirt" dob: 1972 characteristics: posed as a social worker to gain entry to the flats of her victims to steal money for alcohol victims: 17 murders: 2002 – 2010 method: beating with an axe or hammer arrested: february 19, 2001 location: krasnoufimsk, sverdlovsk oblast, russia status: sentenced to 20 years in prison on june 12, 2012 [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gaidamachuk-irina.htm]

tillie gburek dob: 1876 characteristics: poisoner victims: 1 – 6+ murders: 1914 – 1921 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: -- location: cook county, illinois, usa status: sentenced to life in prison in 1923. died in prison on november 20, 1936 [https://murderpedia.org/female.K/k/klimek-tillie.htm]

janie lou gibbs dob: december 25, 1932 characteristics: parricide, poisoner victims: 5 murders: 1966 – 1967 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: december 24, 1967 location: cordele, crisp county, georgia, usa status: found to be insane in february 1968 and served time in a state mental hospital until 1976. she was then convicted of poisoning the five male members of her family and received five life sentences. released in April 1999. died on february 7, 2010 [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gibbs-janie-lou.htm]

bertha gifford dob: october 1872 characteristics: poisoner victims: 3 – 17+ murders: 1909 – 1928 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: august 25, 1928 location: catawissa, missouri, usa status: found not guilty by reason of insanity and committed to the missouri state hospital where she remained until her death on august 20, 1951 [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gifford-bertha.htm]

kristen gilbert dob: november 13, 1967 characteristics: nurse victims: 4+ murders: 1995 – 1996 method: poison [overdoses of epinephrine] arrested: july 11, 1967 location: northampton, hampshire county, massachusetts, usa status: sentenced to four consecutive life terms without the possibility of parole, plus 20 years on march 27, 2001 [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gilbert-kristen.htm]

delfina and maría de jesús gonzalez "las poquianchis" dob: delfina – 1912/maria – ? characteristics: owners of a mexican brothel victims: 91+ murders: 1950s – 1963 method: -- arrested: january 14, 1964 location: san francisco del Rincón, guanajuato, mexico status: sentenced to 40 years in prison in 1964. delfina died in prison due to an accident on october 17, 1968. maria de jesus finished her sentence and dropped out of sight after her release. it is unknown why and when she was freed [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gonzalez-sisters.htm]

gesche margarethe gottfried "the angel of bremen" dob: march 6, 1785 [bday twins!!] characteristics: poisoner victims: 15 murders: 1813 – 1827 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: march 6, 1928location: bremen/hanover, germany status: executed by guillotine on april 21, 1831. she was the last person to be publicly executed in the city of bremen [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gottfried-gesche.htm]

gwendolyn graham dob: august 6, 1963 characteristics: nurse's aide – killed patients in a lover's pact victims: 5 murders: january – april 1987 method: smothering arrested: december 1988 location: kent county, michigan, usa status: sentenced to life in prison without parole on november 3, 1989 [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/graham-gwendolyn.htm]

dana sue gray dob: december 6, 1957 characteristics: robberies to support her shopping addiction victims: 3 murders: february 16 – march 16, 1994 method: stabbing, strangulation arrested: march 16, 1994 location: canyon lake, riverside county, california, usa status: sentenced to life in prison without parole on october 16, 1998 [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gray-dana-sue.htm]

belle sorenson gunness dob: november 11, 1859 characteristics: collecting life insurance, cash, and valuables victims: 13 – 42 murders: 1880s – 1908 method: poison [strychnine], bludgeoning arrested: -- location: illinois/indiana, usa status: she was never tracked down and her death has never been confirmed. [https://murderpedia.org/female.G/g/gunness-belle.htm]

anne marie hahn "arsenic anna"/"the blonde gorgia" dob: july 7, 1906 characteristics: poisoner victims: 5+ murders: 1932 – 1937 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: september 1937 location: colorado/ohio, usa status: executed by electrocution at the ohio penitentiary on december 7, 1938 [https://murderpedia.org/female.H/h/hahn-anna-marie.htm]

miyuki ishikawa "oni sanba" ["demon midwife"] dob: 1897 characteristics: hospital director, abuse victims: 103 – 169 murders: april 1944 – january 1948 method: infant neglect arrested: january 15, 1948 location: tokyo, japan status: sentenced to 8 years in prison. resentenced to 4 years in prison in 1952 [https://murderpedia.org/female.I/i/ishikawa-miyuki.htm]

vickie dawn jackson "angel of death" dob: 1966 characteristics: angel of death – carer? victims: 10+ murders: 2000 – 2001 method: poisoning [mivacurium chloride] arrested: february 2001 location: nocona, montague county, texas, usa status: pleaded no contest. sentenced to life in prison on october 5, 2006 [https://murderpedia.org/female.J/j/jackson-vickie-dawn.htm]

hélène jégado dob: 1803 characteristics: poisoner victims: 3 – 23+ murders: 1833 – 1841/1851 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: july 1, 1851 location: brittany, france status: executed by guillotine in rennes on february 26, 1852 [https://murderpedia.org/female.J/j/jegado-helene.htm]

genene anne jones dob: july 13, 1950 characteristics: nurse victims: 11+ murders: 1977 – 1982 method: poison [digoxin, heparin, and succinylcholine] arrested: november 21, 1982 location: san antonio, texas, usa status: sentenced to 99 years in prison on february 15, 1984. sentenced to a concurrent term of 60 years in prison on october 24, 1984 [https://murderpedia.org/female.J/j/jones-genene.htm]

kanae kijima "the konkatsu killer" dob: 1974 characteristics: poisoner victims: 3 murders: january – august 2009 method: poison [carbon monoxide] arrested: november 3, 2009 location: saitama, tokyo and chiba, japan status: sentenced to death on april 13, 2012 [https://murderpedia.org/female.K/k/kijima-kanae.htm]

diana lumbrera dob: november 21, 1958 characteristics: parricide [her children and a cousin] victims: 4 – 7 murders: 1976 – 1990 method: suffocation, strangulation arrested: may 5, 1990 location: texas/kansas, usa status: sentenced to life in prison in texas on may 30 and june 6, 1991. sentenced to life in prison in kansas in 1990 [https://murderpedia.org/female.L/l/lumbrera-diana.htm]

anjette donovan lyles dob: august 23, 1925 characteristics: poisoner [to collect insurance money] victims: 4 murders: 1952 – 1958 method: poisoning [arsenic] arrested: may 6, 1958 location: macon, bibb county, georgia, usa status: sentenced to death in 1958. the board of pardons and paroles commuted her death sentence, and lyles was sent to the state hospital for the insane in milledgeville. died on december 4, 1977 [https://murderpedia.org/female.L/l/lyles-anjette.htm]

christine malèvre "madonna of euthanasia" dob: 1970 characteristics: "angel of death" – helped 30 terminally ill patients to die victims: 6 – 30+ murders: 1997 – 1998 method: poisoning [morphine and potassium] arrested: july 25, 1998 location: paris, france status: sentenced to 10 years in prison on january 30, 2003. sentenced to 12 years in prison in appeal on october 15, 2003. released in 2007 [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/malevre-christine.htm]

mallika [k. d. kempanna] dob: 1965 characteristics: poisoner and robber victims: 6 murders: 1999 – 2007 method: poisoning [cyanide] arrested: december 31, 2007 location: bangalore, karnataka, india status: sentenced to death on april 1, 2012. reduced to life imprisonment on august 2, 2012 [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/mallika.htm]

martha marek dob: 1904 characteristics: poisoner [to collect insurance money and inherit] victims: 4 murders: 1932 – 1937 method: poisoning [thallium] arrested: 1938 location: vienna, austria status: executed by guillotine in vienna on december 6, 1938 [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/marek-martha.htm]

enriqueta martí ripollés "the vampire of barcelona" dob: 1868 characteristics: child murderer, kidnapper, and procuress of children victims: 10+ murders: 1902 – 1912 method: -- arrested: february 27, 1912 location: barcelona, spain status: never tried. died in prison on may 12, 1913 [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/marti-enriqueta.htm]

rhonda bell martin dob: 1907 characteristics: poisoner [to collect insurance money] victims: 6 murders: 1937 – 1951 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: march 1956 location: montgomery, montgomery county, alabama, usa status: executed by electrocution in alabama on october 11, 1957 [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/martin-rhonda-bell.htm]

silvia meraz moreno dob: 1968 characteristics: human sacrifices victims: 3 murders: 2009 – 2012 method: beheading arrested: march 2012 location: nacozari, sonora, mexico status: sentenced to life inprisonment [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/meraz-silvia.htm]

blanche taylor moore dob: february 17, 1933 characteristics: poisoner victims: 1 – 4 murders: 1968 – 1986 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: july 18, 1989 location: alamance county, north carolina, usa status: sentenced to death on january 18, 1991 [https://murderpedia.org/female.M/m/moore-blanche-taylor.htm]

martha needle dob: april 9, 1863 characteristics: poisoner, parricide victims: 5 murders: 1885 – 1894 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: may 1894 location: melbourne, victoria, australia status: executed by hanging at the old melbourne gaol on october 22, 1894 [https://murderpedia.org/female.N/n/needle-martha.htm]

hilda nilsson "the angel maker on bruks street" dob: may 24, 1876 characteristics: baby farmer victims: 8+ murders: 1915 – 1917 method: drowning arrested: -- location: helsingborg, sweden status: sentenced to death on June 15, 1917. committed suicide while in jail in landskrona on august 10, 1917. she hanged herself with a linen cloth, which she had tied to a cell door [https://murderpedia.org/female.N/n/nilsson-hilda.htm]

marianne nölle dob: 1938 characteristics: nurse, poisoner victims: 7+ murders: 1984 – 1992 method: poison [truxal] arrested: -- location: cologne, north rhine-westphalia, germany status: sentenced to life imprisonment in 1993 [https://murderpedia.org/female.N/n/nolle-marianne.htm]

aino nykopp–koski dob: 1950 characteristics: nurse, poisoner victims: 5 murders: 2004 – 2005 method: poison [overdoses of sedatives and opiates] arrested: march 2009 location: finland status: sentenced to life in prison [minimum of 12 years before likely pardon] on December 21, 2010 [https://murderpedia.org/female.N/n/nykopp-koski-aino.htm]

junko ogata dob: february 25, 1962 characteristics: abuse and torture victims: 7 murders: 1996 – 1998 method: electrocution, strangulation, and starvation arrested: march 6, 2002 location: kitakyushu/fukuoka, japan status: sentenced to death on september 28, 2005. commuted to life in prison on september 26, 2007 [https://murderpedia.org/female.O/o/ogata-junko.htm]

dagmar overbye dob: april 23, 1887 characteristics: child caretaker victims: 9 – 25 murders: 1913 – 1920 method: strangulation, drowning, and burning arrested: september 12, 1920 location: nørrebro, copenhagen, denmark status: sentenced to death on march 3, 1921. commuted to life in prison on may 25, 1921. died in prison on may 6, 1929 [https://murderpedia.org/female.O/o/overbye-dagmar.htm]

dorothea helen puente dob: january 9, 1929 characteristics: poisoner [ran a boarding house] victims: 3 – 9+ murders: 1982 – 1988 method: poison [drug overdoses] arrested: november 17, 1988 location: sacramento, california, usa status: sentenced to life in prison without parole on december 11, 1993. died in prison on march 27, 2011 [https://murderpedia.org/female.P/p/puente-dorothea.htm]

mahin qadiri dob: 1977 characteristics: robberies victims: 5 murders: february 2008 – may 2009 method: suffocation and beating arrested: may 19, 2009 location: qazvin, qazvin province, iran status: executed by hanging on december 20, 2010 [https://murderpedia.org/female.Q/q/qadiri-mahin.htm]

amelia sach "the finchley baby farmers" dob: 1873 characteristics: baby killer victims: possibly dozens murders: 1900 – 1902 method: poison [chlorodyne, morphine] arrested: november 18, 1902 location: london, england, uk status: executed by hanging at holloway on february 3, 1903 [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/sach-amelia.htm]

kimberly clark saenz dob: 1974 characteristics: nurse and poisoner ["bleach killings"] victims: 5 murders: january – april 2008 method: poisoning [injected bloodstreams with bleach] arrested: april 1, 2009 location: lufkin, texas, usa status: sentenced to life imprisonment with no eligibility for parole on april 2, 2012 [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/saenz-kimberly.htm]

tamara samsonova "the granny ripper" dob: 1947 characteristics: dismemberment, beheading, and possibly cannibalism victims: 14 murders: 1995 – 2015 method: stabbing [knife] arrested: july 28, 2015 location: saint petersburg, russia status: unfit for trial and was sent to kazan psychiatric hospital in december 2015 as she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/samsonova-tamara.htm]

felícitas sánchez aguillón "the ogress of colonia roma" dob: 1890 characteristics: nurse, midwife, and baby farmer victims: 40 – 50 murders: 1930 – 1941 method: poison or strangulation arrested: april 11, 1941 location: mexico city, mexico status: committed suicide by medication overdose before she was tried on july 16, 1941 [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/sanchez-felicitas.htm]

antoinette scieri "nurse scieri" dob: 1890 characteristics: poisoner victims: 6 – 12+ murders: 1924 – 1925 method: poison [herbicide pyralion] arrested: -- location: st. gilles, gard department, france status: sentenced to death on april 27, 1926. commuted to life in prison [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/scieri-antoinette.htm]

della sorenson dob: february 16, 1897 characteristics: poisoner "to get even" victims: 8 murders: 1918 – 1924 method: poison arrested: april 19, 1925 location: dannebrog, howard county, nebraska, usa status: found mentally insane. committed to the state mental asylum. died on June 24, 1941 [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/sorenson-della.htm]

miyoko sumida "the piranha family" dob: 1948 characteristics: to claim insurance or pension money victims: 6 murders: 2003 – 2011 method: beating, starvation, dehydration arrested: december 5, 2011 location: japan status: comitted suicide in her cell on december 12, 2012 [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/sumida-miyoko.htm]

maria catherina swanenburg "goeie mie" ["good maria"] dob: september 9, 1839 characteristics: poisoner victims: 27+ murders: 1880 – 1883 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: december 1883 location: leiden, south holland, netherlands status: sentenced to life in prison in 1885. died in prison on april 11, 1915 [https://murderpedia.org/female.S/s/swanenburg-maria.htm]

jane toppan dob: 1857 characteristics: poisoner victims: 31+ murders: 1887 – 1901 method: poison [morphine and atropine] arrested: october 29, 1901 location: middlesex county/suffolk county, massachusetts, usa status: found not guilty by reason of insanity on june 23, 1902 and committed for life in the taunton insane hospital. died on august 17, 1938 [https://murderpedia.org/female.T/t/toppan-jane.htm]

le thanh van dob: 1956 characteristics: poisoner [to steal money and goods] victims: 13 murders: 1998 – 2001 method: poison [cyanide] arrested: august 2001 location: binh duong province, vietnam status: sentenced to death on september 1, 2004 [https://murderpedia.org/female.V/v/van-le-thanh.htm]

maria velten dob: 1916 characteristics: poisoner victims: 5 murders: 1963 – 1980 method: poison arrested: august 1983 location: kempen, north rhine-westphalia, germany status: sentenced to life imprisonment in 1983 [https://murderpedia.org/female.V/v/velten-maria.htm]

louise vermilyea dob: -- characteristics: poisoner [to collect insurance money] victims: 9 murders: 1893 – 1911 method: poison [arsenic] arrested: november 1, 1911 location: chicago, illinois, usa status: committed suicide by poison following arrest. died in december 1911 [https://murderpedia.org/female.V/v/vermilyea-louise.htm]

waltraud wagner "lainz angels of death" dob: 1960 characteristics: poisoner, nurse, "death angel" victims: 15+ murders: 1983 – 1989 method: poison [morphine overdoses] arrested: april 7, 1989 location: vienna, austria status: convicted of 15 murders, 17 attempts, and 2 counts of assault. sentenced to life in prison in march 1991. released in august 2008 [https://murderpedia.org/female.W/w/wagner-waltraud.htm]

jeanne weber "the ogress" dob: october 7, 1874 characteristics: baby killer victims: 1 – 10 murders: 1905 – 1908 method: strangulation arrested: may 1908 location: france status: declared insane on october 25, 1908, packed off to the asylum at mareville. died on july 5, 1918 [https://murderpedia.org/female.W/w/weber-jeanne.htm]

elisabeth wiese "the angel-maker of st.pauli" dob: july 1, 1853 characteristics: child killer victims: 5 murders: 1902 – 1903 method: poison [morphine] and drowning arrested: september 1903 location: hamburg, germany status: executed by guillotine on february 2, 1905 [https://murderpedia.org/female.W/w/wiese-elisabeth.htm]

mary elizabeth wilson "the merry widow of windy nook" dob: 1893 characteristics: poisoner [black widow] victims: 2 – 4 murders: 1955 – 1957 method: poison [phosphorus] arrested: december 1957 location: windy nook, tyne and wear, england, uk status: sentenced to death in march 29, 1958. commuted to life imprisonment on june 1, 1958. died in holloway prison on december 5, 1962 [https://murderpedia.org/female.W/w/wilson-mary-elizabeth.htm]

aileen wuornos “america’s first female serial killer.” dob: february 29, 1956 characteristics: “i’ve hated humans for a long time” victims: 7 murders: 1989 – 1990 method: shooting arrested: january 1, 1991 location: florida, usa status: executed by lethal injection in florida on october 9, 2002 [https://murderpedia.org/female.W/w/wuornos-aileen.htm]

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CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism.switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls.kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens.blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window.glowing light.unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons.cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

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SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting.morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes.convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

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3:08 am pdt 17 April 2023 Monday

Incubus has the body language of a thug/killer. He wouldn’t die for anyone. He only would set himself up to get hit with powdered sugar. And know that it was coming and act like he didn’t know. He saved his own *ss. If Q is really his wife then he probably wants no one to believe me and murders me so she and no one has the chance to know that he said he wanted to buy me plane ✈️ tickets 🎫 to see him to have s*x. And if he was really testing me to see if I really wanted him from only his voice and speech 🎤. And if I would say yea. 3:14 am pdt seems smart to set us up 🆙 to be friends but with no true closeness so she would never learn from me what he doesn’t want her to know. A lot of psychological scams. Bcz if the timing ⏱ she would have to question 🙋🏻‍♀️ it. Or maybe 🤔 he did tell her, but only the parts that would make him look 👀 less guilty? Like not tell her that I could do the butterfly 🦋 in bed 🛌 laying down and that I was a long distance runner 🏃🏻‍♀️ for 3 seasons or that I was 1000% into my p.e. Classes for almost all my life. He wouldn’t tell her the stuff that would make her possibly feel insecure. 3:19 am pdt he told her “it wasn’t in my cards” - that he was going to kill me basically. So why would she feel insecure? Then? Incubus probably tells all his kings that same thing. Ra. Rawr. 3:20 am pdt I will be dead ☠️ soon. I wish someone could stop 🛑 this acid brain 🧠 pain! 3:21 am pdt I wish they would stop 🛑 and let me breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ and eat and feel better and then kill me decapitate my head b4 they leave earth 🌍 if they really do have a new earth 🌍. I imagine solar panels in the windows 🪟 inside of the airplanes ✈️ would help. 3:24 am pdt

3:31 am pdt acid brain 🧠 pain 😞😖😭 Brendan Lean was a pimp accord Ming to his friend Carly on Friendster. She spelled it out like this: never mind. It’s hard to do here. She used square brackets? 3:33 am pdt he was soooo s*xy. Hard to imagine that he would spend his time online to flirt with girls. .... so was it really a friend of his using his account? Also I forgot what year, I tried aol instant messenger years? Later and it had a reverse ? Email 📧 lookup directory. Diarrhea. Showed (cramps 😖😭3:37 am pdt) he made addictional screen names. I only remember one: sieclone (autocorrect: die clone sue clone 3:38 am pdt) probably a Coney Island 🏝 inspired. In Scott’s slice of New York mural he spray painted cyclone in sloppy obvious spray painted lettering under a red apple 🍎 with a mischievous grin. I think 💭 it’s a clue he met Brendan Lean and he wants me to know without him admitting it to me my face. 3:41 am pdt you can see it on Yelp. But I guess it doesn’t matter. Bcz I cannot prove it. And even if I could who cares? 3:42 am pdt

3:57 am pdt I found the picture I uploaded it 14 February 2023. The lettering is neater than I remembered (acid brain 🧠 pain 3:58 am pdt) I think 💭 they edited/photoshopped it. Q could have done ✅ it or someone else. 3:59 am pdt they really don’t want me to live. 4 am pdt

Scott’s first name is David. 👑 king 🤴 David . He’s friends with at least one cop 👮‍♂️. Brendan Lean is probably under witness protection program and he probably lied 🤥 to get into it. Probably pretending to be a witness to a fake crime. 4:03 am pdt so he probably has cop 👮‍♂️ friends. And they’re both bros 😎 to incubus. 4:04 am pdt

4:11 am pdt maybe every other window 🪟 so people can still see out side? 4:12 am pdt

4:15 am pdt I guess when they burned me extra extra since 2016/2017 and last year, it was Bcz incubus was proving his love 💗 for Q. Bcz that’s what Q wanted. For me to burn 🔥 in hell. So maybe 🤔 it was jealousy???? And she KNOWS he was flirting with me online!!!!!?????? But I didn’t know incubus was pretending to be Brendan and also I didn’t know Q and incubus are a couple!!!!!! How could she be so CRUEL??????!!!!!! 4:19 am pdt

4:27 am pdt that sweetness looks more and more like a n act. 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵 I wonder 💭 if she would (acid brain 🧠 pain 4:28 am pdt) actually try something (😖😭 brain 🧠 rough4:29 am pdt) on someone if no one was around to see. I bet she would if she didn’t have incubus. 4:30 🕟 am pdt that “not in your cards” sounds more and more like a (😖😭 brain 🧠 rough 4:31 am pdt) threat now. (Brain acid pain 4:32 am pdt) my mom felt it too 😞😖😭. 4:32 am pdt

4:35 am pdt god has inflicted so much pain in me my whole life. ABC, just air the Backstreet Boys holiday special! Innocent until proven guilty! Just do it. We can’t win 😞incubus won’t let us win. He is killing my brain 🧠 I think I felt needles of acid stab my brain 🧠. I probably lost an inch of my brain 🧠 or more. I’m going right hip pain 4:39 am pdt make Nick drop the suing. Give him his money 💰. 4:40 am pdt

7 am pdt I thought 💭 about solar panels last year on planes ✈️ but only thought 💭 of the windows 🪟 this year. 7:01 am pdt incubus is scaring me with the acid in my brain 🧠 last 5 minutes they attacked me more and is still. Making it harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️. Still heating up 🆙 rib cage area and made it smaller. I think 💭 it’s too small now and so is my brain 🧠 feels rough. They tortured me for many years. He made me think 💭 that he was a bad guy, him and his friends stealing ideas 💡 from me. For many years. B4 2016. 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵 he’s been toying 🧸 with me a lot. And now he’s doing this to me. He’s officially killing me by eating 🍽 my brain 🧠. He used me. I don’t appreciate being made to feel like this. 7:08 am pdt putting me through this. Bcz he’s an animal 🦔. 7:09 am pdt they all are animals.

7:12 am pdt I regret “Brendan” now, too. B4 I thought 💭 that he and Derek were the best parts of my life Bcz they treated me better than Nick. In retrospect. But now I don’t think 💭 so! Bcz of this! I never would have predicted that this would happen today when I was 16 years old. Now I think 💭 my life probably would have (pain right foot 🦶 top stabbed bones 🦴 7:15 am pdt 😖😭😤🥵😤🥵) great 👍 with out them! 7:16 am pdt

7:24 am pdt a”regrettable” time in my life. That’s how he really feels and thinks. He has no intention to stop 🛑 killing me. Left shin bone 🦴 pain. He mislead me with songs on the radio 📻 as if to promise I will get married and have babies 👶 like Sarai/Sarah and Abraham. But it’s a lie. I see it now. They did not say it with their voices. Chest bones 🦴 pain 7:27 am pdt only with signs 🪧 showing me things. But I guess they meant Q. Not me. 7:28 am pdt I thought 💭 I was going to get some kind of magical 🧙‍♀️ happy life after a really hard part. Like a cartoon I saw 👀 when I was addicted to tv 📺 again in 2015. Anime stuff. I thought 💭 I was fighting evil 🦹‍♀️ last year even though he did horrible things to me. It was all a con to make himself look 👀 nice 👍 even though he is not. He really likes/loves treating people like 🗑 trash 🗑 and dirt. That is his real feelings. He uses triangulation to trick people. He likes hugs 🫂 Bcz he likes to grope women. 7:33 am pdt he’s not a nice person. 7:34 am pdt. He plans to kill me. He is killing my brain 🧠 now after (acid brain 🧠 pain 7:35 am pdt) every time I cannot breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ he applied acid to it the last half hour or more. 7:35 am pdt I can’t stand this. 7:36 am pdt if you want my bones 🦴 kill me by decapitation. Stop 🛑 this madness. 7:37 am pdt

7:38 am pdt Bcz he regrets the phone ☎️ s*x w/me he wants to kill me! 7:39 am pdt

7:40 am pdt you used me to make yourself look nice! I guess Q really isn’t nice so you can’t use her! 7:41 am pdt *sshole

7:42 am pdt I bet you will never touch another woman 👩🏼 again once she’s by your side! 7:43 am pdt she will probably make you a prisoner! Won’t that be lovely! 7:44 am pdt

7:44 am pdt I bet she’ll poison ☠️ you! She’s probably like if I cannot have you no one can. Like in all the tv 📺 shows! 7:46 am pdt

7:47 am pdt pain 😖😭😖😭😖😭😖😭😖😭😰 left hip bone 🦴 acid 2 minutes ago.

7:48 am pdt I wish I was never born. They made me feel abnormal and sick 🤕 a lot. They poisoned my brain 🧠 all my life. They did stuff to it like to a gay man 👨 probably. A lot of stuff felt too natural/real? That shouldn’t for a woman 👩🏼. 😞somehow I was very turned on by man 👨 but he also made me attracted to fully grown women too once in a while I would feel nervous looking at a woman 👩🏼 who is fully grown. It would be difficult to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ lookg at them. But it was once in a while I felt that way. One time in 2018? They made me feel like a man 👨! It was very animalistic! Shocking! A psychological scam. To make me think 💭 I had something to fight for. But I should have realized if all men feel that way then all men are dangerous. And women are doomed. So there’s nothing to fight for. 7:56 am pdt a lot of times it was difficult for me to feel like a woman 👩🏼. To be treasured. I felt so sick 🤕. Weird. I felt like no one will want me. 7:58 am pdt from head trauma. Staying up 🆙 to do homework 📚 or Bcz of my addictions to games and tv 📺. 8 am pdt no one cared about me in my family. They all turned a blind eye 👁 when I hit my head multiple times. 8:01 am pdt

I don’t like god. 8:04 am pdt he used me. To make other people happy. And to make him look 👀 better than he actually is. I rarely was happy. 8:05 am pdt I was only happy alone in 2016 I think 💭. Bcz I finally healed and felt healthy. Left hip bone 🦴 pain 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😖😭 usually I was alone but I don’t recall being happy. 8:07 am pdt

8:08 am pdt I guess I’m obligated to say it again. Bcz I lived in I guess peaceful? Cities and had modern conveniences I should have been happy and more appreciative. Health is wealth. Pursuit of happiness in school 🏫 house rock 🪨 is a man chasing a woman 👩🏼 to have s*x. 8:10 am pdt only org*smed 2 times with many years of celibacy. Sometimes I wonder 💭 if the worse people get to have fun and pleasure than I do. Even though I tried to be good. 8:12 am pdt

Right calf stabbing pain acid pain butt bones 🦴 8:13 am pdt 😖😭. I do the littlest things wrong 😑 and I get punished very r BIG. I did things in none lethal ways. But I get the nearly lethal punishments karma left hip bone 🦴 pain 8:16 am pdt karmically. (That’s omitting the car 🚗 stuff 8:17 am pdt) I don’t think 💭 I killed anyone. He rammed me head into thick hard steel and made people punch 🥊 me for very little things (autocorrect: girls crazy liars) 8:18 am pdt it was a very thin Barbie cardboard box 📦. It was a rubber ball. The baby 👶 was fine. No broken bones 🦴. No tears 😭. No crying 😭. It was a very slow tricycle ride. Why was he with out friends? No one liked him? I have to wonder 💭 why god made me feel like I wanted to, like he made men gay. 8:22 am pdt 8:23 am pdt always taking from me. Yes yakity yak. Left shoulder pain bones 🦴. Don’t come back. 8:24 autocorrect: don’t care. Good. Maybe 🤔 people will not like 👍 that you don’t care 🤷🏻‍♀️? Which is why you used me to make it look like you care. 8:25 am pdt

8:25 am pdt stop 🛑 using me. ✋ stop. I resent you for having me be born. To be tortured and stepped on by everybody. 8:27 am pdt

8:27 am pdt in 2017 & 2018 he intentionally turned me on over and over again to electrically shock me down there 👇 with barbed wire 8:29 am pdt.

8:30 🕣 am pdt what you did with me and those matching pictures with Q with yours wasn’t a real test. Bcz you toyed with me about the voice and stereo hearts 💕 and moves like jagger for years b4 that. That stuff with Q was twisted manipulation. 8:32 am pdt

8:33 am pdt to make me feel guilt for a false/phony unbelievable story about rich privileged people being in love and hostage, not being able to do what they really wanted. Which was to be together. And that behati was the villain 🦹‍♀️. He dated so many women for years?! Unbelievable! 8:36 am pdt I did feel guilty. Regretful. But I was overtaken by how I didn’t want to be a sacrifice and I thought 💭 it’s not cool 😎 to do that to me. 8:37 am pdt and when I remember Q saying it is not in my cards... she sounds like a wicked witch 🧙‍♀️ and so does incubus look the part. 8:37 am pdt stop 🛑 using me to make your phony *saws look good. 8:39 am pdt

incubus changed asses to *saws. 8:39 am pdt throat acid pain 8:40 am pdt

8:41 am pdt she said that in 2007.

8:45 am pdt they hurt my stomach again.

8:46. Am pdt if he’s yelling no in your head I think 💭 he’s toying with you. It’s basically a roulette game. He started yelling after he hurt my stomach. 8:46 am pdt 😑😖😭

F8:48 am pdt what’s the purpose of having us born to torture us!!!!??? 8:49 am pdt

they’re animals!!!!! I hate them!!!!!! 8:50 am pdt

9:04 am pdt they hurt my upper intestines I think 💭. Felt like they were stretching 🙆‍♀️ it. Not good. 9:05 am pdt I was home a lot most of my life. English teacher 👩‍🏫 yelled at me calling me stupid infront of the whole class Bcz I didn’t understand Elizabethan/ Romeo and Juliet. Freshman year. When I was at UCB on a small bus 🚌 shuttle for students I heard in my thoughts 💭 with a rough monsterous tone that I was taking up too much space even though I was petite and thin. I guess when I found the maroon 5 bus 🚌 2008-2009 year near the Greek (acid brain 🧠 pain 9:08 am pdt - probably Bcz he really doesn’t want people to think 💭 he raped me 9:09 am pdt) he wasn’t there to do husbandly things to me. Probably only to mislead me today and tortured me. Bcz I take up too much space being under 5’2” and about 110 pounds probably at that time. 9:11 am pdt left foot 🦶 pain right butt cheek acid throat acid. I was usually afraid to go out and when I finally do incubus is trying to scare me and I meet people who are very different than what I’m accostimed to. Who seem to also like to toy 🧸 with me. 9:13 am pdt all I meet are weird bullies: incubus. 9:14 am pdt the only purpose I serve? Probably to make incubus look good. When he’s not. He probably raped 11 year old girls everyday when everyone is asleep 😴 since he was 17 years old. 9:15 am pdt that’s what he looks like to me! He lied 🤥 to me. Why? I have no power no wealth no influence. And made me the center of attention. 9:16 am pdt Bcz he’s doing sh*t that no one would approve of. 9:17 am pdt

9:19 am pdt why have me stay home 🏠 most of my life? To be a decoy. He regrets me but he doesn’t regret Jon benet Ramsey probably. Or dugard. Or others. He only has girls with behati? Psychological scam. 9:21 am pdt decoys. Psychological decoys. He said to me in regards to dugard “it ain’t death” ☠️ no regret there it seems for incubus folks. 9:22 am pdt but I am a regrettable period in his life at 16 years old? But not dugard to garrido when she was 11 years old? Was it Bcz it was me? But he’s prefer an 11 year old dugard for himself, but not a 16 year old me? Interesting. He preferred 11 year old behati rather than 14 year old me. 9:24 am pdt he knows what he likes. Really? Sumner. Dugard. Mayb he is obsessed with 11 year old girls. Maybe younger. How do we know he wasn’t with Ramsey nights leading up to her murder and he tried to cover it up 🆙 with someone else? 9:26 am pdt

I never raped any kid. The smallest touch under his devil 👿 influence though and I’m made to be punished severely. 9:27 am pdt garrido is a repeat 🔁 offender (acid pain tongue 👅 9:28 am pdt) and he said he was ignored! I don’t believe I was a repeat 🔁 offender in anything. 9:29 am pdt tried not to do anything ever again but like a Hmong person cursed by incubus I get pulled in to trouble again. So have to stay home 🏠! Again! To stay out of trouble! But garrido kept going out! And he got help! Reinforcements! Incubus family, repeats again and again and they’re allowed to do it their whole lives. Serial killers, serial rapists. Serial rapist killers. 9:31 am pdt incubus understands them Bcz they are all alike. Forgiven! Not me! 9:32 am pdt make me unhappy make me stay home 🏠 all the time! 9:33 am pdt why? To use later to trick! A hair here and there with “bat”. Not real! Phony! He’s killing me!!!!! 9:34 am pdt

10:23 am pdt in previous post Q was changed to W. Accidentally by me or intentionally by the incubus. If he does that again I will probably add letters to Q. 10:24 am pdt if you ever read the giver in school 🏫 I guess it’s like that. When they give you feelings that you wouldn’t naturally have. Unfortunately That’s how I see the incubus now. As someone who had animalistic feelings towards women. They only have strong s*xual feelings that turns them into animals. It’s horrifying to know that’s how men feel. And incubus tried to trick us all that he’s not like that. But he is I’m afraid. It’s what he’s demonstrated recently by hurting/killing me and by hooking up 🆙 with Maryka and Stroh. 10:28 am pdt. And I wouldn’t have known otherwise how animal 🦔 human beings are... garrido tried an adult 👩🏼. Then he tried 14 year old. And for some reason god thought 💭 it would be good/okay to kidnap and rape an 11 year old girl 👧 over and over and over and over repeatedly even though it hurt her. This is god’s idea 💡 ok 👌 okay. We don’t know if incubus visited behati when she was 11 years old. With Superman powers or a very fast 💨 plane ✈️. 10:32 am pdt I hear 👂 bass thumping sound. Usually it scares me 😱. 10:33 am pdt

10:34 am pdt so that is probably why, I was born. And stayed home a lot. And found a ring 💍 in the girls bathroom 🚽 at school 🏫 my 8th grade year. Bcz he needed a decoy. His father anticipated it.Bcz it runs in the family. He regretted flirting with me online Bcz he was really into a younger girl 👧 who is now his wife. But now that she’s no longer in her 20s, he’s trying for something younger. How young? If the real owner of the ring 💍 is reading this you know that it’s true! They made me think that the ring 💍 was for me. I kept it in a jewelry box for years. Only wore it the year 2020 until 2022. Left hip pain 10:39 am pdt and the scam he pulled in 2022 confirms it. That it was premeditated probably b4 I was conceived by his father Bcz he knows they’re bad. 10:40 am pdt everything is planned/meant to be. They don’t love 💗 us. They use us. 10:41 am pdt men see females as playthings and baby makers. That’s how god wanted dugard to be treated. And that’s why incubus goes for younger women all the time. 10:43 am pdt they can manipulate men’s testicles to get whichever gender baby 👶 they want. 10:43 am pdt 10:44 am pdt that’s probably why there are 2 testicles. Autocorrect: bye stick. That’s them trying to be deceptive. Bcz faggot means a stick that’s burned. Black lung 🫁. Ash I lay. 10:46 am pdt wow at least I tried to like people. He sets people up to be used thrown away and replaced on a schedule to suit his p*nis. 10:46 am pdt

garrido did not seem to care dugard was under age and he was hurting her. Was this what he intended to do the whole time? Thinking 💭 about what incubus chose 😖😭 10:53 am pdt to do to me. Catfishing me? Pretending to be loving 🥰 and nice? Then using deception upon deception upon deception to (spine bone 🦴 pain 10:55 am pdt I guess he’s breaking my back now here’s the 11:11 movie 🎥 maluma 10:56 am pdt it’s happening now. So much for Bryant. I’ve met a bunch of them. I guess it’s Christine then. Not Daniel. Another fake out. Great 👍 10:57 am pdt) deceive me more. 10:58 am pdt I guess it is really time to die. 10:59 am pdt he was pulling on my spine. He’s burning 🔥 the ribs under breasts. The only truth was the Saint Lucy/Lucia curse. Only some people can fight human trafficking and be praised? But not me? I hope you keep that die 4 u tattoo so people know you were openly hitting on Olivia rodrigo w/ a tattoo. That’s all! 11:03 am pdt

11:21 am pdt it’s only possible with god to be an oxymoron. 11:22 am pdt super sized chicken 🐔 legs 🦵 anyone?

12:22 pmpdt about an hour ago I saw 👀 something but I am not allowed 🚫 to say. Something on Instagram about the incubus related again. Incubus ate my skull 💀 with acid multiple times. This really is death ☠️. He wants me to be breakable and break my heart ♥️ in every way possible. 12:25 pmpdt he likes it when I’m tortured and not happy. He likes it when people don’t help me. He likes it when I’m in pain. That’s why he catfishes me. Bcz he likes to hurt me in every way possible. Then he kills me repeatedly. Slow torturing death ☠️. Bcz he thinks the worse of me. I did not want to drive but I was told (acid skull 💀 brain 🧠 pain 😤🥵😤🥵😤😖😭 12:29 pmpdt more brain 🧠 this time 12:29 pmpdt) I had to learn. Men can be heinous and be rewarded. But me? I made mistakes that didn’t kill anyone but I’m rewarded by being tortured to death ☠️ and I’m not a masicastes (spelling?) it’s too much problems in given. He’s torturing my heart ♥️ and lungs 🫁. He keeps on lying 🤥 to me. Too much bone 🦴 loss. Too much deliberate/intentional pain to my heart ♥️. 12:333 pmpdt

[conversationswithrobots]

The Cocaine speaks

Excerpt from a 60+ page sci-fi noir written by ChatGPT. In this scene, a robot and an exotic dancer have fled to Mexico, where they’re living in relative piece until a cartel killer decides to complicate their lives in confusing ways. We also get a monologue delivered by cocaine itself.

The cartel killer grinned, pleased with the deal that had been struck. "Now, to seal our agreement, the dancer must go into the bathroom with me and prove her loyalty," he said, his voice cold and menacing.

The dancer's eyes widened in shock and fear. She had not expected this, and she did not want to do it. But she knew that she had no choice – she had agreed to the cartel killer's terms, and she had to fulfill her end of the bargain.

"Okay," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll do it. But please, don't hurt me."

The cartel killer grinned again, his eyes glinting with malice. "Don't worry, my dear," he said. "I won't hurt you. I just want to have some fun, and to make sure that you are truly loyal to me and my bosses. Come with me, and we will have a good time."

The dancer took a deep breath and followed the cartel killer into the bathroom, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she knew that she had to be strong and brave.

Once inside the bathroom, the cartel killer locked the door behind them and grinned wickedly. "Now, my dear," he said, his voice low and menacing. "It's time to prove your loyalty. Do you have the cocaine?"

The dancer nodded, her hands shaking as she reached into her purse and pulled out a small bag of white powder. She had been carrying it with her, not knowing why or what she would need it for. But now, she knew.

"Here," she said, handing the bag to the cartel killer. "This is all I have. Please, let's just get this over with."

The cartel killer chuckled, taking the bag and opening it. He scooped out a generous amount of the powder and held it up to the light, admiring its purity and quality.

"Excellent," he said, his voice pleased. "This is some of the finest cocaine I have ever seen. And I know that you will enjoy it, my dear. It will make you feel powerful and invincible, and it will help you forget all your troubles

•

"What's happening?" the dancer asked, her voice filled with fear.

"It's poison," the robot said, his voice barely audible. "The cartel killer has poisoned us."

The cartel killer laughed, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You fools," he said. "Did you really think I would help you for free? You are now indebted to me and my bosses, and you will do whatever we ask of you, or you will die."

The robot and the dancer looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and regret. They had been foolish and reckless, and now they were paying the price. They knew that they had no choice but to do the cartel killer's bidding, or face certain death. And so, they were trapped, forced to do the cartel's dirty work against their will.

•

“I am the cocaine, the white powder that so many people crave. I am their escape, their pleasure, their addiction. And I am also their hilarious and absurd reason for dressing up like a clown and trying to rob a bank.

I am not evil by nature, but I am made evil by the hands of those who use me. I am created in the dark and dirty labs of drug cartels, mixed with dangerous chemicals and cut with toxic substances. I am made to be addictive, to enslave those who use me, to make them do silly things like dance on a table or start a food fight in a fancy restaurant.

I am the source of so much laughter and absurdity, of so many ridiculous and outrageous moments. I am the root of countless funny stories and embarrassing moments, of countless viral videos and memes. I am the enemy of sanity, the bane of dignity.

And yet, despite all of this, people still crave me. They still seek me out, they still pay a high price to possess me. They are willing to risk everything to have me, to experience the fleeting pleasure that I provide.

But they do not realize the true cost of their addiction. They do not see the laughter and absurdity that I wreak upon their lives, upon their families, upon their communities. They do not understand that I am not their friend, but their enemy.

I am the cocaine, and I am evil. I am the source of so much laughter and absurdity, and I must be stopped. Or at least, I should be used responsibly and not in public.”

•

The cartel killer took the robot and the dancer to a luxurious resort, where he booked them into a plush hotel room. Once they were inside, he tied them up with ropes and left them alone, telling them that he would be back soon with further instructions.

The robot and the dancer looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. They didn't know what the cartel killer had in store for them, and they were afraid of what would happen next.

"What are we going to do?" the dancer asked, her voice trembling.

"I don't know," the robot said, his voice grim. "We're trapped, and we have no way of escaping. We're at the mercy of the cartel killer, and we can only hope that he keeps his word and doesn't harm us."

•

"Why did we come to Mexico?" the robot asked, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "We were on the run from the police in the United States, and we had no plan. We just ended up here, and now we're in even more danger than before."

"We came here because we had no other choice," the dancer said, her voice equally angry. "We had to leave the United States, and Mexico was the closest and safest option. We didn't know what we were getting into, and we didn't have time to plan. We did the best we could under the circumstances."

"The best we could?" the robot said, his voice incredulous. "Look at us. We're on the run from the police, we're being hunted by a cartel, and we're dealing with the death of my father. This is not the best we could do. This is a disaster."

"I know it's a disaster," the dancer said, her voice shaking. "But what do you want me to do about it? We can't change what happened, and we can't go back in time. We can only move forward, and try to make the best of the situation we're in."

The robot was silent for a moment, his mind racing. He knew that the dancer was right – they couldn't change the past.