The Psychiatrist: Trilogy to The Doll Collector

Chapter 12: The Psychiatrist

The time had come to act upon my next victim. Panic and fear were left in my wake. Two people dead and the patients were trembling. Who was next? Who was killing? Would the Sheriff catch the killer in time? No, he wouldn't!

The aftereffects were just as fun as the killings. I never knew there was a whole other side that could give me a pseudo high. What was better was the cloaking device I used to keep suspicion from me. Absolutely no one would ever see it coming and that delighted me.

This could go on for as long as I'd liked, but this whole show was just the opening act. It was leading up to the main attraction, and that would blow the lid on all of this. My end goal would bring an immense joy to a lot of people. Many patients had escaped their true punishments by pleading insanity, but I would be the undertaker, giver of penance.

And they all knew it, basking in the fact that their little plans had worked. So yes, they should be scared, because one day, their lies would come back to haunt them. That day had come for Tania Norman.

She was the daughter of a pastor in a small town named Blossom. It was located down in Louisiana near the French Quarter. She was the bread and butter of that town. Everyone there had seen her grow from a tiny baby at her mama's side, to the beautiful woman that her daddy had to defend from no-good boys. She was the golden child, not an ounce of evil in her bones. With her golden blonde hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes, Tania was the type of girl every mother wished for their son to bring home. In fact, for one lucky boy, Devon Robinson, the wish came true.

He'd captured her heart when she was just a girl, 14 years old. His whole world revolved around her, and so he set her on a mighty high pedestal that no other girl could come close to. But as high as it was, it couldn't keep the other boys away. When her crimes came to light, it shocked the town straight into denial.

The story in the paper couldn't possibly be true. She's the apple of everyone's eye. Why she's she pastor's daughter, born and raised on the word of the Lord. Plus, her heart's taken by Devon Robinson. They're supposed to get married! There's no way she was running around with all these other boys.

Small towns never could handle a big city scandal, especially when it was happening in the holiest of homes. For years Tania went under the radar and got away with so much wickedness.

Her crimes?

Well, when the news broke out in the little town of Blossom, the newspaper started calling her The Temptress. In a place where the Bible was the law of the land, a word like temptress was salacious enough to make any proper lady blush. Funny thing was, all vulgarity aside, that was exactly what she was.

By 18 years old, she had already built a little harem in her daddy's barn. Devon may have had the key to her heart, but 12 boys in Blossom had the key to something else.

Word had spread among a select group of boys, that Tania wasn't the saint her daddy made her out to be. She got on her knees for more than just praying. Of course, Tania wasn't stupid. She'd started these rumors herself. She controlled the narrative and because she did, it was easy as pie to lure those boys into her daddy's barn. Many were from the congregation. That was her favorite hunting ground. Once she had them where she wanted them, she performed acts that could only be summarized as inflicting pain for pleasure. Whose pleasure? Hers. She was a sadist and hurt her victims until they passed out. They would remain tied up until regaining consciousness, then she would begin again.

Tania was the modern-day Madame LaLaurie, a real-life Cathy Ames. However, that was not her most heinous of crimes. After torturing them, she would kill and dismember them, then feed them to her daddy's pigs to remove all evidence. It was a smart choice really. No body and no witnesses meant no crime had been committed.