DAHMER'S BEDTIME STORIES
WRITTEN BY: CHAD XZAVIER
10.17.2022
5:03PM EST
MALE PERSPECTIVE:
STORY ONE: THE VICTIM AND THE VICTOR
1. THE FIRST TIME I HEARD A MAN SCREAM FOR HELP, KNOWING I WAS THE ONLY ONE AROUND TO HELP HIM, WAS INTOXICATING. I HAVE NEVER FELT SUCH POWER. IF I DON'T HELP THIS MAN, HE MAY JUST DIE IN MY ARMS. I HAVE NEVER FELT SUCH LOVE BEFORE. THE LOVE BETWEEN A VICTIM AND THE VICTOR IS UNPARALLELED OR MATCHED.
IF YOU HEARD SOMEONE BANGING FROM THE INSIDE OF A CAR'S TRUNK, WOULD YOU HELP THEM? OF COURSE YOU WOULD. NOW WHAT IF YOU PUT THEM THERE? THEN IT WOULD BE COUNTER PRODUCTIVE TO OPEN THE TRUNK. THE PRIZE WOULD GET AWAY. IS IT A PRIZE OR IS IT A HUMAN? OR IS IT A HUMAN UNTIL IT IS CAUGHT? THEN IT IS A PRIZE.
THE CAR WAS PARKED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS. THERE WAS A PATH AND I FOLLOWED IT. I MADE THE PATH A LONG TIME AGO. THIS WAS PREMED. I HAD BEEN PINING FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY ALL OF MY LIFE.
ALL OF MY LIFE I HAVE FELT POWERLESS. POWERLESS BY OTHERS. POWERLESS BY MANY OTHERS. POWERLESS BY TOO MANY TO NAME. AND NOW, THE ONLY WAY TO GET THEM BACK, IS TO DO WHAT EVER I WANT TO OTHERS, REGARDLESS OF THEIR CONSEQUENTIAL FEELINGS, OR OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF DIS REGARDING THEIR FEELINGS.
AS HE POUNDED ON THE INSIDE OF THE TRUNK, I LAUGHED. IT WAS THE SWEETEST SOUND I HAD EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE. THERE ARE PROBABLY FINGERNAIL MARKS ON THE INSIDE BY NOW. AFTER A WHILE, THE SCREAMS STARTED TO GET TO ME. I BEGAN TO WONDER, IF I SHOULD LET HIM GO. HE PROBABLY HAS A FAMILY. THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. THEN HE IS ALREADY SURVIVED BY OTHERS.
THE INSIDE OF THE TRUNK IS FILLED WITH GASOLINE. NOW THE OUTSIDE OF THE AUTOMOBILE, IS COVERED IN GASOLINE AND ACETONE. AS I LIT THE NEWPORT, I WONDERED IF HE KNEW HE HAD SEVEN MINUTES LEFT TO BREATHE PURE AIR. MINUS THE GASOLINE STENCHED ATOMOSPHERE HE NOW RESIDES IN?
IT TAKES ME SEVEN MINUTES TO SMOKE A CIGARETTE. THIS ITEM HAS SEVEN MINUTES LEFT INTACT. ONCE THE CIGARETTE WAS A SHORT, I LET HIM CATCH IT. I NEVER SAW THE CAR AGAIN.
STORY TWO: SLEEP BAIT
6:57PM EST - 7:23PM EST
10.20.2022
OCTOBER 20TH, 2022
FEMALE PERSPECTIVE
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED. HE REFUSED TO LOVE. HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW. HIS MOTHER NEVER SHOWED HIM. NEITHER DID HIS FATHER OR SIBLINGS SHOW HIM TO HOW TO LOVE. NOW THERE WAS A CROOK ON HIS NECK, GIVING HIM, A CROOK, ON HIS NECK. THE FIRST CROOK WAS ME. THE SECOND CROOK WAS HIS NECK SNAPPING. ALL I WANTED WAS AFFECTION. HE USED TO ACCUSE ME OF BETRAYING HIS AFFECTION. HE NEVER SHOWED AFFECTION. ONE DAY I JUST SNAPPED. TODAY WAS THE DAY. THIS ENDS TONIGHT, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, AS HE GURGLED FOR BREATHE. OR IS THE WORD PINED FOR AIR? I COULD FEEL HIS INNER DESPAIR, AS HE REALIZED HE LUCKED UP, AND GOT WHAT HE DESERVED.
WE USED TO WATCH MOVIES TOGETHER. TONIGHT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MOVIE NIGHT. MOVIE NIGHT IS STILL ON. ALL I EVER WANTED FROM HIM WAS HIS TIME. HE REFUSED TO SHOW AFFECTION WHILE GIVING TIME. AS WE LAY IN THE BED TOGETHER, I TURNED ON THE FIRST 48 HOURS MARATHON. I FELL ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY. SLEEP BAIT. I WAS EXHAUSTED. IT WAS A LONG DAY. MY ACTIVITIES WERE STRENOUS. I WOKE UP THREE HOURS LATER. ON HIS CHEST. HE WAS JUST LOOKING AT ME. I COULD IMAGINE HIM SMILING. BUT HE WASN'T. HIS FACE WAS EXPRESSIONLESSLY VOID. HE LOOKED SO CALM. I WAS JUST HAPPY HE WAS STILL HERE.
I NEVER WANTED HIM TO LEAVE ME. HE NEVER ME ALONE AGAIN. ALL I WANTED WAS HIS COMPANY. I CAME HOME EVERYDAY EXCITED TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM. I ALWAYS KNEW THE RELATIONSHIP WOULDN'T LAST FOREVER. I HAD TO SETTLE FOR TIL DEATH DO US PART. HE NEVER PROPOSED OR ANYTHING BUT DON'T NEED A RING TO MAKE VOWS TO NEVER LEAVE THEIR SIDE. FROM THIS MOMENT HE HAD NEVER BETRAYED ME AGAIN. HE WAS ALWAYS THERE WHEN I NEEDED A LISTENING EAR AND A DEAR FRIEND. SO AFTER A WEEK, HIS PHONE BEGAN GETTING THOSE TYPES OF MESSAGES.
EVERYONE IN HIS RECENT CONTACT LIST AND MESSAGES FOLDER, WAS ATTEMPTING TO CONTACT. SO I WE THREW ONE FINAL BONFIRE IN THE WOODS TOGETHER. IT WAS THE MOST ROMANTIC HE HAD BEEN IN A WHILE. I DELICATELY PLACED HIS REMAINS IN THE BARREL OF ACETONE. I MADE A WISH AS HE BECAME A FLAMING STAR
