I took the two children into the mountainous wilderness of Western Montana. I had killed an entire family, a man, woman and teenage boy, just so I could kidnap these two, a boy and a girl, aged nine and eight, to rape and molest at my leisure.
I stood naked at the edge of a cliff overlooking a dirt road that twisted and turned along the contours of a narrow valley. It was the only way to get to the clearing where I stood, staking my claim.
The children were behind me in the Jeep. They too were naked, watching and fearing my every move as I exposed myself to the forest, to the sky, and to them.
I dared anyone to see me, as I contemplated my situation. In a moment I would rape the children, but I felt compelled to do something else first; some necessary part of the script that would make my revenge more legitimate.
The instructions came, just as they always did, right when they were needed. There was something I had to say, but what?
Suddenly I knew.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice straining, booming across the valley, forming words, and challenging anyone to hear.
I screamed, “Where are you now? You fucking pigs!” Not a question, but a demand; and a challenge.
And I screamed, “How'ya gonna stop me from havin' my way with these children now, fucking coppers?!”
And I screamed, “What happened to all your power and authority, pigman?!”
Then, breathing heavily, I waited for an answer. But none came. Nobody heard my screams. Nobody would rescue the children. That was exactly the point that I needed to make. It was a symbolic formality that in my mind would justify what I was about to do to the children.
I turned around and walked back to the Jeep. I looked at the naked children, my prize. I saw the questioning terror in their eyes, and I imagined I could smell the smoldering fear in their hearts. For a moment I wanted to cry, but I laughed instead. I laugh so as not to cry.
I then pronounced their sentence.
“I'm gonna rape you”, I said, “and nobody's gonna save you, and nobody's gonna hear if you scream.”
Then I raped them.
And nobody tried to save them.
And nobody heard them scream.
(Originally written on November 4, 2010)
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