The Silence By Anthony Slaton

2. Solomon

It's 1pm, I'm laying in my spring mattress reading the news paper. "innocent woman raped and killed" who says she was innocent?
I'd know, after all, I'm the one who killed her. My name is Solomon; Solomon White. I live here in Woodland, a peaceful town, apart from the sluts and whores who roam these streets showing off there skin, thinking it's okay. These dumb ass little boys think it's cute, I think it's Disgusting. Call me old fashioned but I think women should still be forced to wear dresses down to their knees and socks covering their ankles. What has the world come too! These music videos with women showing off their tits for fun, like it's New Orleans.

You're probably wondering right now; Why? Well I like to think I'm, let's say, purifying, the innocents of this generation, teaching those little shits what happens to sinners! 

I'll take you back to the night I killed that girl.
It was 4 in the morning, that little girl was walking around Main Street, Drunk, pants half down, no bra, just a shirt, holding a bottle of whiskey. She was alone, I almost felt bad for the girl, but she was so impure! This 17 year old girl, coming back from a party at 4am.. shameful. I walked up to her carefully. She was too drunk to realize the chloroform I was bringing to her face. She fell asleep instantly, dropping her whiskey, "why waste a perfectly good bottle" I grabbed the bottle too. I brought her to my home, set her in a chair with straps, and gagged her so she could not scream, I took her clothes off so as not to get blood on them. I left her nude so she could feel the cold air crawling on her skin.

5am next morning, she awoke. I knew because I could hear her kicking and her attempt to scream muffled by the gag. I walked down the stairs with a bottle of water and a slice of wheat bread. I explained to her that she has to eat and keep hydrated, she did not want to but eventually gave in. She asked, "why are you doing this to me Mister?" I let her know that she would find out soon enough. I left her there for half an hour to be alone with her thoughts. The worst kind of torture is that which occurs when you've finally given up on yourself.

8am. I came back down with food this time, water and a bowl of fresh cut fruit, I fed her the fruit and let her hydrate herself with water, she had given up the hope of living. She sat calmly in her chair, no struggle, silenced. I slipped a knock out pill in her water so I was able to move her to a much more comfortable room.

Time went by it was almost 12pm I treated the girl to her needs as if a kind friend. I lured her in with intentions to see how far she would go for her freedom, since she had given up on life. I took her to my room, settled her down and we made love. She enjoyed her last experience as an orgasm. She was rather satisfying but was still a sinner and I had to cleanse this world of people like her.
As she slept heavily I took her back to an operating table in my basement, I put a breathing mask around her mouth and pumped laughing Gas into her lungs to prevent her from waking up before I wanted her to. I started with her legs, cut right through the bone, it was immensely satisfying hearing the bone saw cut through the leg, hearing it "Crack." The other leg brought forth the same satisfaction.
I cut off her legs so she could not run away, in case anything happened.

It was 1am.
She was back in the chair, I sat in front of her, staring into her lifeless face, she awoke, and noticed her legs were gone. She was petrified, she looked at me, her eyes full of heartbreak. She actually had some hope she was going to survive, that was never a possible outcome. I looked at her and told her, " you have sinned and it is my Job to cleanse this earth of Dirt like you ", she looked at me and accepted her fate, I had never seen a person that calm before dieing. I continued, she was in pain as I cut off her fingers one by one, I looked back into her eyes. Same accepting face, I Decided to save the face for last. I cut her supple nipples right off, and sliced off the skin of her clitoris.
I looked at her and asked "any last words before I cut out your tongue?"
She looked up and said, "I repent, Lord forgive me for I am a Sinner."
As I moved closer to her I gave her one last, gentle Kiss before cutting off her Lips. She looked at me with eyes wide open, I grabbed her tongue, looking deep into her soul as I cut it off. The only thing I bothered to leave unscathed were those innocent eyes of hers.

I waited half a Day. 5am on a Sunday I drove over to Fern's park to leave the body siting under a nice tree to remind the people of woodland what happens to sinners...