Living in a two-bed one-bath trailer in a small town in Minnesota. Randy Yesha lives in a town called Staples. Staples has a population of 3,093 people. Randy has an older brother named Dave Yesha. Randy is 35 years old. His brother Dave is 40 years old. Their childhood was not that bad, per se. Randy used to wet the bed even in his teen years. Randy's mother used to bathe him after his accident. He saw his mother's luscious round mounds. It turned him on. Randy developed feelings for his mother. One that no one would understand. Everyone would make fun of Randy when he said he wanted to get married to his mother. Randy's mother was the apple of his eyes. She could do no wrong. But his mother, with her long brown hair and brown eyes, was nothing but a whore. She slept with men any chance she could. That is why Randy's dad left them. He could not take his wife sleeping around on him when he was at work. But Randy 't see it that way. He saw it like no man could give his beloved mother what she needed, not as he could. Randy always wanted to take care of his mother the way these men couldn't. When Randy's mother paid attention to his brother, he hated it. Randy wanted all her attention. Randy got jealous when he saw the men touch his mother's delicious body. He wanted to be the one to touch and lick her pink folds and suck on her lovely mounds of flesh. He wanted to plant his seed in his mother. Other women were jealous of Randy's mother's beauty. No woman could add up to his mother. Randy hated all the other women. He only wanted his mother. Sadly, for Randy, his mother passed away when he was 18. He grieved for years. Randy tried to date women that looked like his mother, but they could not hold a flame to his mother. All the women were nothing more than whores. Randy wanted to eradicate all the women that tried to look like his mother. For Randy, they are all trying to be his mother and take his love away from his mother. Randy found it arousing when he fantasized about killing women. He would think of mutilating and strangling his victims. He got so turned on thinking of them gasping for air, begging for their lives. Randy put his hand down his pants and jerked his length. Just thinking about everything he could do to a woman got him off. Randy wanted to fulfill his fantasies.
After high school, Randy went to college and got his associate's degree. After college, Randy joined the Staples police force. But Randy was not one of the good guys, far from it. He would take drugs out of the evidence locker. Randy was trying to suppress the urges whenever a woman tries to come on to him, especially ones that looked like his dear sweet mother. Of course, the women wanted him. Randy was 5'11, with short brown hair, brown eyes, a nicely trimmed beard, and a body that has women drooling over it. He has strong shoulders, a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and a broad chest. He was every woman's, ideal man. But sadly, they do not know what kind of monster he really is.
One snowy December night Randy Killed for the first time. Her name was Candy Johnson. He met her in one of the three bars that are in town. This bar was off Highway 10. She was there in a short dress and heels. To Randy, she was wearing almost nothing and had way too much makeup on. She looked like a clown to him. She walked up to him and flirted. Randy saw this as an opportunity to fulfill his lust, lust to kill. They talked for a few hours. Randy was quite annoyed by her. He asked if they could go to the train station for a quickie. She agreed. They left the bar and went across the street. Then Candy kissed Randy, Randy laid her down in the snow. He was kissing her, but she did not know that he had his handcuffs on him. He cuffed her. She thought he was being kinky. But lust turned to fear when he pulled out a pocketknife and ripped her dress open. Randy called her a dirty whore. He ripped her panties down and past her legs. He stuffed her panties into her mouth so she could not scream. Randy then cut her bra off to expose her mounds of flesh. He looked at them with disgust. The woman is not perfect like his mothers. He took the tip of the knife and poked her little bud. Candy tried to scream, she tried to get the panties out of her mouth. Randy saw what she was trying to do, so he hit her right across the face. You could only hear her muffled cries. Randy felt so sexually aroused. He put his hand around her neck and held her there. Randy undid his pants and took out his swollen length. He plunged it deep into Candy's honeypot. Candy cried out in fear and pain. Randy thrust hard into her; he did the same with the knife into her left fleshy mound. Candy tried with all her might to stop the attack, but it was of no use. Randy stopped stabbing Candy's mound so he could choke her with both hands as he pounded into her. He heard her gasp as she choked for air, the twitching of her body. He heard gurgling sounds that almost sent him over the edge. But what got him off was seeing the panic in Candy's eyes that made him climax. He pulled out of her before he could shoot his seed into her. Then he listened on more gurgle and Candy was no more. Randy hurriedly took his cuffs off her and grabbed the knife. He pulled his pants back up and barred his seed in the snow. He moved Candy's body over the railroad tracks. So that when a train comes, it will hit her. He wanted it to look like she was drunk and got hit by a train. After Randy was done, he left and got in his 1999 ford Taurus. Randy went home and took a shower. Thinking of everything that happened. Remembering everything Randy was getting aroused again. Randy stroked his ever-growing length. But Randy was not satisfied for long. He wanted more.