I wake up. I am inside of a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
it is so dark in here I can barely see my own hands. I feel so much pain. Ted turns the lights on and I see my hands all full of wounds. my hands are bleeding so much.
I want to understand what is pushing this man to such a drastic edge. then I change questions and I asked myself. did they loved each other that much? it hurts to think that the other man, the lover was closer on an emotional level.
I start to laugh like a maniac. I laugh because I find so funny the irony that surrounds my daily life in every twist. there is nothing more cruel to me. than to see me here on a chair being tortured by the other guy. there seems to be no justice for me.
I start to think in what am I meant to do. how am I meant to get out of this hell. Samantha keeps bringing chaos to my life, even after her death. maybe I was too naive to think that my life was about to restart.
I am not afraid of dying. but of dying here on the middle of nowhere. no one will ever know that I died as a victim. to know that my truth was taken from me. there is so much else to say.
maybe I am to blame. I didn't killed him when I had the opportunity. I should had either killed him the first time that I saw him taking away my wife, or I should had run away. now it is too late to regret my stupid mistakes.
my life can end here with no meaning nor importance. I am losing my mind. I am starting to see things that aren't in there. I am trapped in the ultimate hellhole. I look at my captor, Ted Dahmer.
he starts with the usual questions. I give my most honest answers. but once more it isn't what he wants to hear. I just tremble as he starts to torture me. he starts by leaving deep cuts on each of my fingers. then he starts to punch me on the face.
there is some sadism on his face. there is something sadistic about his desire to find the answer that won't ever be correct. there is something absolutely and completely wrong with Ted's head.
Ted keeps with his sadistic torture. he starts to electrocutes me feet. I am losing more than my mind at every second. there is no one searching for me. there is no one trying to find me. I am dying on the middle of nowhere.
Ted gives me some old bread to eat. he leaves. some hours later he returns to torture me some more. he keeps going with that precise routine for about a month. he only changes the routine when he is desperate for a solution to his rage.
I no longer am sure of which day it is nor how long it has been since the last time I saw the light of the sun. it feels so cold inside this warehouse.
I miss the warmth of someone's hug. I wish to feel someone's blessed lips on top of mine as I forget it all. there is no crueler fate than that of a man who lose faith, and then was pushed to the edge asking to any God for mercy.
Oh no, I am losing to my mind. I start to see things that aren't there. Who am I? asked to myself multiple times. Where am I? What am I? even more questions that matter. my mind is playing tricks as I see the phantom of my dead wife.
the voice of my child calls for me. the figure of my parents look down on me with disappointment for my past mistakes. the silhouette of my doubts come to question the severity of my own stupidity.
tears of lament fall from my tired eyes. when was the last time I felt human? there is a heavy weight dragging me on the mud. I am giving up on my humanity. there is an inner evil awakening at a fast speed.
others believed of me to be a wolf on human clothing. I deny it whenever I could. but I am reaching a limit. maybe I am a wolf after all. it is just that I had use my human clothing for too long that I forgot about the wolf that breathes on the inside.
Ted Dahmer finally comes. he is holding a bucket of water. he throws the water at me. I cry loudly asking for help. he starts to beat me up. I throw up blood. the sadism on his eyes is like a contagious virus that is coming to me.
my opportunity to become a villain has come. I can tolerate the torture as much, as I can tolerate to see Ted's disgusting face. but once I am free from here. I will end Ted's life with my own hands. I will devour his soul.
Ted isn't satisfy with the torture. he isn't satisfy because I haven't given what he wants. once I admit the crime I haven't committed. he will kill me. his rage has taken him to another whole new level of evil. but he isn't the only one been consumed by evil.
there is more techniques of torture that he uses. there is less pain that I feel. on the darkness of this cold place I become one with my inner darkness.
after a prolong scene of pain and horror I give up for the day. I lose sight of what is in front of me and then I wake up on the next day. it is day time. I can tell by the rays of light that escape inside of this cage.
I am finally able to untie my hands. then I take the rope off my body. I stand up. I can barely walk towards the door. there are some empty bottles of liquor on the ground. I take one of the bottles and I wait anxiously for Ted's return.
after some long hours Ted finally opens the door. he gets inside. I break the bottle on his face with so much strength that he falls bleeding from his face. I run away. I would had killed him if I had the strength to do it. but I was so tired I just run away far from there.
after some time I found my way back to my home. by then I learned that the cops are after me because Ted fabricated evidence against me. I am in shock. I am furious. then the idea of revenge comes to my mind while I am taking a shower.
Ted ruined my whole life. then it is time for me to destroy his life. I won't leave anything that he cares about untouched. I will eradicated his soul. I will step on his stupid pride. I am going to do so much more worse than that.
I am not proud of the person that I am becoming. but I can't be more glad about my new found rage that allows me to free myself from guilt. I am so tired by now that I can die any day at any second and I wouldn't give a fuck.
today I will teach Ted a lesson that he won't ever forgive. I will make sure to make out of my tragedy an urban legend to warn others of the dangers of fucking with the wrong goody two shoes guy.
I call to my boss. he answers with an antagonistic tone. he threatens to call the cops on me and he didn't stop in there. he kept talking shit about me and my dead family. I end the call right there. I had have enough.
I shaved my head and blonde beard. I put on some tight jeans, a leather jacket, and a red neon hat. I go after Ted's family first. I could had done anything else before, but enough is enough. now is my time to be the bad guy. I will become an actual villain.
after some long time I find myself in front of the front door. I make sure that Ted isn't home jet first. then I get inside of his home. there was a broken window that I used to get inside of a the kitchen. I take a kitchen knife.
I go towards Ted's room. in there his wife was sleeping peacefully. I cut open her throat. as I watch her struggle to breathe, I throw some liquor on top of her and then a lighter that made her burn on seconds.
quietly I go towards the daughter's room. she was sleeping. I carefully take her on my arms and I leave. I am witness of Ted's arrival at his home as he cries. I feel so much satisfaction to see him on pain.
that same night I left the girl somewhere on a abandoned building on which people usually avoid for some urban legends. then I went to visit my former boss' home.
I wasn't on a rampage, but there was a list of names that I wanted to eliminate tonight before I can go after Ted's head.
I escaped from Ted's warehouse at about eight pm. at twelve o'clock I was in front of my former boss' home. I get inside like a phantom. I slowly move step by step. I found an old man with gray hair sitting on a chair. he is old, fat, and lacks a lot of hair on the top.
my old boss is wearing brown pants, a green vest, and he has some glasses on. he looks at me with fear and horror. I had been waiting and thinking about this juicy opportunity out of my hate towards my former boss.
"sir. I am sorry, but you are soon to be out of the market."
"what is that suppose to mean? explain yourself you huge imbecile."
"it means that you are soon to be out of service for lack of apathy."
I stab him on the stomach with a kitchen knife. he runs towards a room. I follow. the room is full of weapons. he takes an old looking pistol. I take a machete. he tries to shoot with a pistol that is rusty and old.
I laugh like a maniac. he tries to beg and plays some tricks. then I behead him with that damn sharp machete. I left all covered on blood. I am hungry for more blood.
I finally understand what they all meant when they treated me with so much hatred, or when they saw a monster on me. I can finally see what was hidden behind that mask I used all this time. I am new and fresh with a thirst for blood.
I went to four more homes. I only took one other life of a creep who bothered me at work and treated me like if I was his equal. on the other homes I only brook some bones and I saw fear on some familiar faces.
I am a different reincarnate person. that doesn't makes a psycho out of me. I ain't just killing anyone nor hurting anybody. I am only killing those who deserve it, or are precious to someone who deserves it. I am hurting others who had earned miles of pain.
after I am done with those who came first on the list. now there is only one name left for me to erase from my list. Ted is finally the last one for me to take down. I didn't created chaos nor am I protagonist of a huge tragedy. I am just on a personal road of chaos.
this isn't just a childish last attempt to look edgy. this is my final warning to the world of how dangerous I had become. these is my legacy.
I only feel guilt for killing one person. I feel the need to give a name to that corpse. I have to call her by her name. I haven't done it so far because I was in denial. but it's about time for me to accept it. her name is Daisy Dahmer and she is Ted's wife.
she told me her name from the beginning. but I didn't include her name on my tale until now because I thought, if I don't name her then her death won't be real. but then that will just turn me into a coward and I promised myself to never again be a coward.
no one else's name matters. all those who died by my hand deserve to be forgotten. especially my former boss. including my coworkers. and who ever else is to come. the other person who's name I had use is Ted, but because he is the bad guy on 'MY' tale.
you are free to think whatever you want to think about me. I am just a coward finding strength for the first time on my whole life. you don't need to know why I need strength. all you need to know is that I am about to use it against my greatest rival ever.
some people may find it a bit childish the next word I am about to use. I don't care anymore so I will say it. Ted is my nemesis. we don't need to belong on a comic, or to be part of some Hero Vs. Villain story. we just need mutual hate to be nemesis.
I tried on the past to control things. then I tried to ignored things. then I tried to run away from everything that caused me pain. now I am about to fight against the Goliath of my own dark fairy tale. Ted is the name that stays with a bitter taste on my tongue.
I could just leave the city. I could fake my death. there are thousands of things I am capable of doing right now. but it is ripping off Ted's head what I want the most. so I won't give up until either of us dies.
I wait for Ted on the same building on which I have his dear daughter. I left him a letter letting him know. I know he is too proud to ask the cops for help. he will try to solve everything by himself like always. he is as pathetic as is his pride.
"my name is Vanessa." said the teenager girl.
"I know. do you know why you are here?"
"it is because of my dad, isn't it?"
"yes. aren't you afraid of me?"
"maybe. I don't know. there is a lot of rage on your heart. there is also pain. so I don't know if I should feel pity for you, or be furious for your actions."
"please don't say anything else. I don't think I have the power to control myself. I may try to hurt you by breaking your neck, or I may hanged you."
"my father is always fucking whores. my mother gets fucked by hurt husbands. and I escape on drugs. what if we change that formula and we run away together. a journey, we can call it ours."
"it is too late for that. he is here. your father has come to your rescue."