Killing Katie

Dr. Thompson got up from a restless night attempting to sleep in the recliner. He slowly walked into the kitchen and started brewing coffee. He walked upstairs while waiting for it to brew. He found his captive was awake as well still tied to his bed. Her eyes were red from crying. She looked at him and her eyes were so defeated. He walked past her and into the master bathroom to take a shower.

Katie was tired and hungry. It had been almost two full days since she’d been kidnapped; he’d given her two meals the day before. Her body ached and her muscles were stiff. She didn’t understand why she hadn’t been let go. She didn’t understand how she wasn’t being found. She was losing hope rapidly.

He walked out the bathroom and Katie was faced with seeing him naked; it wasn’t a nice sight for her. She closed her eyes tightly despite the image not being something easy to forget. She heard the sounds of a person getting dressed. She relaxed and opened her eyes once she was sure he was dressed.

“Let me get you untied,” he said approaching the bed.

He untied the ropes that were securing her to the bed, but left her wrists bound. She made soft noises as he helped sit up and then stand up. He helped her down the steps. He led her into the kitchen and made her sit at the table. He removed the tape from her lips.

“I found Mongoose last night, so you did tell the truth,” he said, moving to get coffee, “She told me what I wanted to know.”

“What did you do to her?” she asked quietly.

“We’re going for a little trip today,” he said.

“Are you letting me go?” she asked, trying to mask her hope.

“I can’t say,” he replied, then taking a sip from his coffee.

“What did you do to her?” she asked again.

“She gave me the information that I was after,” he said.

“You aren’t answering me,” she said with frustration in her voice.

“I’ll untie your hands so you can have a little food,” he said, “Everything you want to know will be found out soon enough.”

She quietly ate as he put a plate before her. He watched her intently looking for any sign that she would try to run. She didn’t try to get away; she quickly ate what was in front of her.

“I’m going to let you take a shower,” he said once she was finished eating, “Follow me.”

She followed him up the stairs. He led her to the master bathroom.

“You have fifteen minutes,” he started, “the door will be barricaded. Everything you’re wearing will be put back on when you’re finished, most importantly your pantyhose.”

Katie nodded. The door closed and she quickly got undressed.

“Breaking news this morning,” read the local news anchor, “An apartment fire has displaced many residents with one resident missing. The missing resident, Kassandra Keller, is believed to have been home at the time of the blaze. However, she has not been accounted for with no sign of her in the damaged apartment. Investigators have said the blaze seems to be accidental, but that it likely began in Miss Keller’s apartment. Anyone with any information on the whereabouts of Kassandra Keller is asked to contact investigators immediately.”

Dr. Thompson watched the news as he waited for Katie to finish showering. Apparently, he had caught Mongoose with her stove on. Kassie’s body wouldn’t be found in her apartment. He remembered shoveling dirt on to her helpless form. It wasn’t ideal that everyone knew she was missing so soon, but he wasn’t worried about being found out.

The next story was an update on the missing student journalist, Katie Baker. He listened until his phone’s alarm went off. He went upstairs to let Katie out of the bathroom.

Katie shuffled her feet as she was pulled into the garage. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was again wearing her white dress, tan pantyhose and brown sandals. Her arms were tied behind her back and Dr. Thompson forcefully grabbed her upper arm. Additionally, she was now blindfolded with a black cloth. He pulled her to the trunk of his car and forced her inside.

He pulled out a length of cord from his pocket and grabbed her ankles. He slowly ran his hand up and down her lower leg before beginning to tie her ankles. She complied and simply whimpered as the bindings tightened on her nylon-clad legs. He finished tying her legs and let them fall into the trunk.

“Are you letting me go?” she asked hopefully.

“We’re just taking a trip,” he responded before closing the trunk, cutting off her next question.

Dr. Thompson pulled his car into the driveway of a house he owned just off campus. The property was shielded on three sides by fencing as well as plant life. He pulled his car behind the house keeping out of view of the street before parking it. He got out of his car and popped the trunk. Katie lay bound and blindfolded as he had left her.

“Where am I?” she asked as she was pulled out of the trunk.

“You are somewhere different,” he answered.

“Is anyone else here?” she asked, hopping along with his guidance.

“No other humans,” he said.

She didn’t like the way he phrased that; she worried that there might be rodents or bugs. She could feel phantom bugs crawling on her exposed feet and legs. He supported her up a few steps and before opening the back door and shoving her in. She could feel that she was indoors again. He closed the door behind them.

“Is someone going to be meeting us here?” she asked.

“I’m not getting your hopes up, Katie,” he said.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“My, my,” he started, “You certainly would’ve made a great journalist. You have so many questions.”

“What?” she said realizing he had used the past tense.

He hadn’t meant to let her know just yet that she wouldn’t be leaving that place. He grabbed her and forced her onto the ground. He removed the blindfold. He could see in her eyes that she knew his intention. Tears were beginning to form. She twisted her wrists and pulled at her bindings desperately.

“Let me go,” she said desperately.

“Katie,” he started, “I can’t do that, but you will get to see the subject of that story you wrote up close.”

“No,” she loudly said.

“I killed Kassie,” he said, “I buried her alive once she told me where to find my snake. It’s only right that it will get to enjoy a meal now that it’s where it belongs.”

“Please,” she begged as tears fell, “I’ll do anything for you. Don’t kill me. You can fuck me! Please anything you want. I don’t want to die.”

“All I want is to watch you disappear into my monster,” he said.

“Please go…,” she screamed before his hand went over her mouth.

She struggled to pull away from him while screaming into his hand. Her dress rode up as she fought exposing her pantyhose covered legs to him yet again. He quietly urged her to settle down and after minutes of fighting she did settle. He untied her ankles before forcing her to stand up. She sobbed and quietly prayed as she was forced to move.

He opened the door to the basement and shoved Katie onto the first step. She nearly lost her balance, but managed to not fall down the stairs. He took a step forcing her to take another. One by one they moved down the steps. Her terror grew with each step. She froze halfway down the stairs, but he didn’t stop. She stumbled and fell down the remaining steps. He hadn’t even started to follow her when he saw the snake. She tried to get up, but couldn’t get her balance with her arms bound. She hadn’t noticed the massive serpent closing in on her.

She was caught unaware when massive jaws closed over her head. Her scream was muffled as her pantyhose-clad legs started kicking. She twisted trying to escape, but only found herself being pulled deeper into the beast. He watched from the stairs as her torso slid into the snake. Her legs kicked desperately. Her tan pantyhose were still in perfect condition.

She slid into the snake past her waist; just her nylon covered legs could be seen. Dr. Thompson could barely hear her muffled cries as her legs moved frantically. Her sandals scraped against the concrete floor. She kicked so desperately her right heel managed to slip out of its sandal’s strap. Quickly the shoe flew off and disappeared out of his vision. Slowly her thighs slipped into the snake.

Her legs flailed desperately until her knees couldn’t move any longer. She twisted her ankles and wiggled her toes as her shins disappeared into the snake’s mouth. He had a final glimpse of her beautiful feet in pantyhose before every trace of her had disappeared into his giant serpent.

The snake slowly moved, with a visible lump in its body, back to a corner of the basement. He moved down the steps. He was cautious; he’d never been unprotected around that snake before. The snake seemed disinterested in him though as it was starting to digest its meal. He grabbed Katie’s brown sandal before looking over the snake again. The lump was still moving, barely, but knew Katie didn’t have long left to live.

He left the basement with Katie’s shoe as his souvenir. He got in his car, throwing the shoe onto the passenger seat, and started driving home.

He was really looking forward to getting home. He’d been stressed. He’d also gotten very excited watching Katie getting eaten. He definitely planning to get some relief. He was remembering the way Katie’s sexy legs struggled when he was brought back to reality by the sound of sirens. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw the flashing lights of a police car.

He hadn’t been speeding. He pulled his car to the side of the highway and waited. The officer quickly appeared at his window. After a couple taps at his window Dr. Thompson rolled it down.

“Are you Rutherford Thompson?” the officer asked seriously.

“Yes, officer,” Dr. Thompson replied, “Not many people use my first name anymore.”

“I need you to step out of the vehicle,” the officer said.

“I’m sorry, but why do I need to do that?” Dr. Thompson.

“Get out of the car,” the officer demanded again.

Dr. Thompson unfastened his seatbelt and got out of the car. The officer ordered him against the car and frisked him. He didn’t understand what was going on.

“Put your hands behind your back,” the officer ordered.

“What is going on?” he asked, putting his hands behind his back.

“You are under arrest for the abduction and murder of Kassandra Keller,” the officer said placing handcuffs on his wrists, “You have the right remain silent…,”