The Face Book Killer Caylin Christo Book 2.

The Facebook Killer Chapter 7 Please Remove This Photograph.

He stood looking into the barrel, he smirked when he thought of how she had screamed when she registered that he had a chainsaw in his hands. Smart ass bitch. Better than she deserved!

He secured the lid and welded it shut. Then he took it out back where at least six more were stashed.

"Meet Tarryn ladies!" He giggled as dumped the barrel. It's contents sloshing grotesquely. He turned to go and a fetid stink wafted by. The barrels. Despite his treatment of the remains they were still beginning to go bad. They were beginning to stink.

At first he considered taking a boat ride and dumping them altogether, but some deeply possessive part of him couldn't just let them go like that. If he kept his grisly collection here he could come see them any time, relive the fond memories of their time together. Well, until Springtime at least. An unprecedented Winter was on it's way, they were talking snow flurries by Halloween. It would be nice and cold, and his treasures would be well preserved by then, pickled you might say. Then frozen. He could keep them for quite some time yet.

He sighed, stretched and made his way to his car. It shined in the late afternoon sun. He had spent all afternoon cleaning it out. Couldn't drive it around with the mess he made last night. How fortunate today was his day off, no one would miss him or his car.

He opened the driver's side door, settled into his heated driver's seat and started for home. He had a nice Stroganov waiting in the hot pot his house keeper Pilar would have left for him, he also had some photo's to post on Facebook.

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He sat at his dining room table, a handsome Cherry wood affair, with four matching chairs. A cheery fire crackled in the fireplace. How he loved this time of year. The chill, the early twilight, the way he could move around unimpeded as the sheep were all locked up tight for the night. Afraid of the chill. He wasn't afraid of the cold, he recognized himself in the cold heart of Winter and embraced it's cold as most of us embraced the loving warmth of the Summer sun.

He finished eating and raised a glass of Pinot Greggio to his lips and drank deeply. Then he got his laptop, router and scrambler ready and logged into Facebook as Tarryn Phillips. He made her give him all her passwords etc by threatening to shave her head bald, after repeatedly raping and biting her. She was more afraid of losing the vanity of her hair, and had sobbed the code words to him. Whilst intermittently begging for her life, she wouldn't tell anyone, she'd leave town, just please let her go.

He had climbed off her stricken body, typed the codes into his notes in his disposable phone, then he had forced three rufies down her neck with a bottle of water, and when she passed out he gone to town on her head. Cutting and shaving her bald. That would teach her. How dare she threaten him with the police sight unseen? See you never knew who you were talking to, should have been more careful.

He logged into the bitch's Facebook page, and this time uploaded several shots of the murdered girl. Then he put the scrambler to use, sending the signal and router addresses on a merry chase in and out of New Orleans and into thin air.

His neck was aching from all the time he spent on line. He got up and went down to his gym for a couple of hours. He was very fit and strong, and trained in Martial Arts. Had to keep up that strength for the ladies. How those fickle bitches liked a good body. Sluts!

Finally exhausted he made his way upstairs and took a shower. He then brewed himself some Jamiacan Blend in his coffee machine and went to check out the fruits of his labours.

However when he logged in again, there was a rude message from the Facebook team, asking him to please remove the photo's of Tarryn before and after. Further more, if they were not removed in the next twelve hours they would be removed by the team themselves and the account revoked.

He saw red immediately! How was he supposed to have his fun, with the fun police blocking him like this?

He clicked on the dismiss option in disgust and was back on Tarryn's page. This time even though the Facebook team had told him to get rid of the photo's they had illicited the response he wanted.

Many respondents were disgusted, they were all calling the police, some were going to check on Tarryn.

He leaned back in his chair and laughed, finally someone was taking notice, he scrolled down a little further, and there was this one, smart assed reply, from another uppity bitch.

Shaniqua Dugan: Hey sicko, think about this before you post badly photo shopped pics without permission to upset everyone: Being famous on Facebook is like Monopoly Money, it's not real! Hacker scum!!!!!!!!!!

Oh really? How would you like to be next? He wrote back. Then he checked her name on Tarryn's friends list. Shaniqua Dugan 19, single. New Orleans University. Law Student. Hmmmmm, interesting, he could only hope she was a Lonely Heart's club member. Perhaps that was how she and Tarryn had met. Pining over the men who would never want them.

He accessed Shaniqua's Facebook profile. Another open book. These bitches were so predictable!

Groups: The Nelson Mandela Foundation, PETA, ASPCA, Young African American Democrats, (Ugh! Democrats!!) Lonely Heart's Club. His heart began beating faster, he had found another already!! Facebook really did get you in contact with interesting people!

He got rid of the shots. Logged out of Tarryn's profile, he was done with it anyway. Logged in as Geoff Barnes, and went looking for Miss Shaniqua in the Lonely Heart's Club.

Smirking at the screen, as almost as soon as he requested her, the desperate bitch had popped up on the screen:

Hey Geoff Barnes, how are you?

He started typing a response, grinning like a shark and listening with delight to the mournful shriek of a cold Autumn wind that had begun to keen around his house like a lone wolf.

The only wolf hunting in New Orleans this night was him, he poured more coffee and settled in for a cosy little chat with his new 'friend'.