Part Four: The Rapist

"Okay Rapist, let's see what you have locked up!" she said as she walked away. It took her four keys then the paddle lock opened. To her surprise she found an elevator. Savannah went in and looked at the panel. (B and 1) was the only buttons to push. "Down we go". When the door slide open she got a shock of her life. It was a medical ward kinda. There was a wheel chair, a gurney, and cabinets full of things that only the doctors had in their offices. Pills, scalpels, saw's tools she had never seen before.

She grabbed the wheel chair and went back to the elevator. Pushing it through the doors and back to the kitchen where Paul laid helpless on the floor. She put the locks on and reached down and grabbed him under his arms, with a huge pull she slide him in the chair. She placed his legs on the foot holders and wheeled him back to the elevator.

Once inside, she looked around to see what she could use to get him on the table. In the corner was a lift of some sort. She pulled it towards him, placed the strap around him and pushed start. It moved him up slowly. His body hung like a rag doll. The sight brought her to laughter. Although he didn't look amused at all.

She lifted him to the height of the table, then sat him on it. After she unhooked him he nearly fell off. "Oh no you don't," as she grabbed him and placed him squarely on the mat. Savannah strapped him down. She walked over to the cabinet with the scissors in it. She came back and started cutting his clothes off. "ARE WE HAVING FUN OR WHAT?" she yelled at him. Knowing full well he could hear her but not respond.

"So Paul, tell me how does it feel to be totally awake and helpless?" Tears streamed down his face. He was not having so much fun.

Part Three: The Rapist

Paul walked into the dining room, there was chine hutch's from the floor to the ceiling. Inside was crystal glasses of all type's. Other's held Francisca Ware; the kind with the ivy on them. There was huge bowls and platters. Silver trays. "Entertain a lot?" she asked. "Yeah some times," he said.

The dining room table was a red wood, it could sit twenty people! There was a Lacey runner down the middle with a vase of roses. Off to the right was the living room. It was sunken down three steps. On three sides was a blue sectional. Then a huge flat screen HDTV. He had surround sound. "I don't like bragging but that's a 3D screen." I bet that's nice she replied. "You have no idea." he said.

He started up some stairs, when she spotted a paddle lock on the door under the stairs. "What's that?" She asked. "Ah nothing really just a place to store my tools and such." "Okay," she said.

Feeling a bit anxious, she inquired about the tea. "Oh yes the tea!" He had forgotten. And looked embarrassed.

They returned to the kitchen and he pulled the tea balls out. "Sugar?" She shook her head no. They sat down at a small corner table. He took a large drink. She sipped her's. Not to long he had this odd look on his face.

"What's wrong, can't move?" She sneered. "I switched the powder while you were freshening up."
She stood up and pulled him to the floor. Thump his head hit it hard. She reached into his pockets and took out the remaining powder, and his keys. She opened his mouth and gave him just a bit more. "I don't want you to wake up while I snoop." She told him.

"Now lets see what you have hidden under those stairs," she murmurer as she walked off.

Part Two of the Rapist

Paul woke up , "wow that was quick." He said yawning. "Yeah you slept the whole way," she mused.
"Well would you like to come in for some tea, warm up...before you leave." He asked. "Well okay, that would be real nice." she said back.

They got out of her car, the wind was so strong it nearly knocked them over as they made their way up to his door. He took his keys out and unlocked the door. Taking her coat he hung them in a near by closet.

He lead her to his kitchen, it was huge. She was over whelmed by the workmanship. "This is lovely." she told him. "Oh yeah thanks; this house has been in my family for years." (I bet it has) she thought to herself. He took the tea pot and filled it up with water from the tap. Then took two cups down, a black and red one. Savannah pretended to be looking around, when she saw him slip a powder into the red cup. (He plans on raping me!) she thought. "Well I'm going to clean up a bit, while the water heats." Paul told her and he left. She walked over to the cups and switched the powder to a different black cup and replaced the balls in them.

He came out and saw her staring at a meat grinder. "I make my own sausage." "Wow, I have never seen one that big!" she exclaimed. The water started to whistle. He walked over and pour the very hot water in the cups. "This will take some time to steep, would you like a short tour?" "Sure"

The Rapist Part one

Writers note: This was written over twenty years when I was really crazy.  " We are believers in Jesus. Without his guidance throughout our lives, we could have went the other way and stepped over the threshold of murder.

We ponder what cause one person to just think about killing, then a different person who actually does it. Is it a choice or are there some people who are predestine to be psychopath's? Or is it just walking away from God into satans arms?

We don't codon killing; yet it intrigues us. Why? How? We remember watching the life of Jeffery Domor. He said "If I had just stayed with the bible non of this would of happened."

In Missoula Mt. in the 90's a man was raping women with the date rape drug.


The Rapist


It was 10:00 P. M. when he staggered from Ray's tavern. (He always left the bar at the same time.)
This was a special night because she would finally meet him.

He fussed with his pockets looking for his keys. "Do you need some help? Startled he looked up to a woman with bright red hair, it was braided strangely. She had on black jeans with a shimmering gold blouse. He could not think of anything but her in the nude...I I I can't find my keys he murmured."  "Seriously dude do you think you should drive, you can't even walk!" she shot back. He looked at her, "yeah your right, wouldn't want to wreck my car." He slumped up against the truck.

"Well can I give you a ride?" she asked. "I live very far away," he said. She thought to herself, yeah I know right where you live you bastard.

It started six months before this encounter. Savannah would go to all abusive courts looking for her next victim. She came a cross this guy; got away with rape because of lack of evidence. She started following him around. He worked at the Ravalli Bank as a trust consultant. He'd go to Ray's every Monday night. Savannah got very good at watching him watch women. She had his routine down.

"Do you want a ride or not, I can drop you off and you can get your car tomorrow." "Suuuureee" he slurred. "My name is Savannah what's yours, as she grabbed his arm to lead him to her car. A VW . "Pppaul" he said as he was pulled along by this very assertive female. He liked that. And smiled.

She put him in the car, strapped on his seat belt, went to her side got in, turned on the car after she was strapped in also. They just sat there. "Paul, what's your address?" "Oh yeah right, right ah...1649 W. Gilman St. do you know how to get there?" he asked. She smiled, why yes I do, with this she pulled out her map. Paul shook his head, "I will direct you.

Go straight down Harrison Ave, turn right on Gilman bit house. Can't miss it." Then he nodded off. It took about an hour, but she drove into his drive way and said; Okay Paul wake up, your home."

The long sleep train ride 5

I think I have been sleeping for quiet some time. Then woke up to the masters word's. "Go see what is in your personnel car Terri"," probably more trash to put out I thought to myself."
I opened the door and there it was a mansion on earth. It was 5 stories high, had an indoor swimming pool, hot tube, exercise room and just full of things to keep me busy. I looked at the Savor, he was smiling. Then said "You doubted that anything good would come out of your life, you doubted me."

As tears dripped down my face, I looked up and ask why? "Blessed is the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven, blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted, blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth... He went on and on.

What you have endured, will be a blessing to me he went on. "You don't care what people think about  your life and how out spoken you are about the things you went through, my best comes out in your weakness." He said "What do you want from me now Lord?" I asked, shaking in my boots. He laughed, and put his arms around me. Such a nice warm hug from the man who died for me. "Do you have blinders on Lord, I haven't been all that great Lord!" I said. Looking at me so serious his response was, "Who is?"