@tastcful. ˢ ᵗ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ
there’s the WICKEDNESS OF THE MURDERS, & then there’s the psychological torture. the CHESAPEAKE RIPPER wields both with the skill of an artist… & will graham was his MASTERPIECE. masks have FINALLY FALLEN, veils of camouflaged identity dropped for his DREADFUL REALIZATION. how blind he was, how tolerant… all in the name of FRIENDSHIP. & how blind the others remain in the face of INNOCENT GALLANTRY. let the ripper invite them to his parties. let them devour his food. let them unknowingly take part in HIS LATEST KILL’S disposal. they’ll learn to LIVE WITH THE TRUTH like he does ––––––––––he’s still waiting for the APPROPRIATE REPULSION to strike. body motionless when he stares back at the visitor; oblivious of the cold bars that yet STAND BETWEEN THEM: defiance pouring from his every breath. ❛ ––––––––––doctor lecter. you really didn’t have to come. ❜
x. BASIC ANGST STARTERS.
❛ errr–––––––––– ❜ NO. as resolute as it is FRIGHTENING, the truth hovers above their heads with MALICIOUS TENACITY: for they both know. a fragile sanity SHAKEN by exterior forces; & he’s losing GRASP on his own humanity to help save others’. a SACRIFICE he’ll blindingly commit with little regard for SELF - PRESERVATION, his desire to unveil the truth far TOO STRONG to ignore. no matter the cost. ❛ i remember… being in my house. my DOGS BARKING. it must have been… nine or ten in the evening. & then–––––––––– standing in a… a forrest… it’s the morning. there’s DRIED BLOOD ON MY CLOTHES, underneath my fingernails. ❜ a shiver COURSES THROUGH his body when he takes a second to come to TERMS with the facts, surreal as they seem. ❛ i must have lost time again. ❜ ––––––––––& someone died.
❰ NIGHTMARE STARTERS. ❱
longer than he would READILY ADMIT. & not even the intimacy of a room he has GROWN strangely accustomed to –––––––––– of a routine he has come to VALUE –––––––––– not even an amiable hand held out in hopeful attempt to APPEASE a restless mind; oh, not even the VEILED CONCERN of a friend benevolently reaching out will see him blatantly ACKNOWLEDGE the hard truth. the frown on his forehead a physical SIGN of his inner struggle. ❛ i’m –––––––––– not exactly sure. i’m having DIFFICULTY remembering a life before jack entered my classroom. ❜ the low chuckle only BETRAYS his growing discomfort. ❛ the nightmares have only… gotten more & more VIVID with each new crime scene i’ve, erm, reconstructed. ❜ but garrett jacob hobbs is in most of them.
