– So much blue – EVERYWHERE – Yale diplomas – Yale prints and portraits – Yale coffee table books – Yale chairs and tapestries – Pen and pencil sets – Business card holders – Paper weights – Yale Yale Yale
– Faded photographs of you with your parents – Faded photographs with friends – Where did they all go – Only one recent photograph – You and Destiny Blande – The girl who could be the Satin Strangler – Why does that photograph stands in the spouse position on your desk
– Your desk drawers were unlocked – Except for one – Why that one – I wonder what is inside – What would be too intimate to share with your uninvited visitors
– File cabinets line the walk in closet – An entire cabinet dedicated to the Destiny Blande case – I have been reading – Stacks of articles about Destiny Blande – Most of them tell the story that she has stolen – STOLEN – The story of the Satin Strangler – You have countless photographs of Destiny Blande – You are the president of her fan club – Another disappointing Yale president
– You were smiling like a happy pig in the framed photograph with Destiny Blande – Do you love the fake serial killer girl – Ah no – You are your only true love – Not even most eligible bachelorette Destiny Blande could win over the love of the narcissist – But you want her – Oh how you want her
– I know where you are and how long you will be there – I always know where you are – But today you surprise me – Noise at the front door – You returned quickly – Why so rushed – I stay in the file room and watch through the slots in the door – A fragmented view – You are alone – An easy target – The knife strapped to my thigh is ready
– But you do not open the file room door – Instead you take something from your briefcase – Photos of Destiny Blande – From newspapers and magazines and websites – Photos of the would be Satin Strangler – You check your watch and look at the front door – Are you expecting a visitor – You neatly arrange the photographs across your desk – Your prize possessions
– There is a knock on the front door – One minute you call out – You get undressed – Naked in your office in the middle of the day – Hard at work – Hard at work – You unlock your secret drawer and remove black satin stockings – Piles of them – Tie the stockings around your wrists and ankles – Tightly so your skin turns blue – You check your handiwork and smile with satisfaction – Tie your ankles to the chair with many knots – You have issues Horace P Krouch Esquire – Yale Law Review full view
– Come in now you call out – You swing your bound wrists up and twist the stockings around your neck – So fast – All of this in a minute or two – You have done this before – Many times before – There is now no way to escape without choking yourself
– Your visitor enters – A young woman in a wig and a long coat – Destiny Blande in appearance but yet not Destiny Blande – She is not alarmed at the sight of you – She too has done this before – Many times before – Her clothes drop to the floor until she is left in black satin lingerie – She is here to play out your fantasy
– She straddles you and stretches your arms – It takes so little effort – Your strained breaths whistle as though through a straw – With crackles and gurgles and saliva running down your chin – Then the sounds stop and the color changes in your face – Pink to red to blue – Yale blue – To match the room decorations – It only takes a few moments – You are unconscious – DYING – Pathetic and repulsive
– Your visitor dresses while you lay still – Will she leave you to die – She checks her watch – Takes her time – She stuffs an envelop from the desk into her coat pocket – Probably good pay for a few minutes of work – She cuts the stocking from your neck with scissors – Then leaves before you regain consciousness
– What a chamber of dark secrets your office has been – What if the good old boys at Yale could see what you do in your spare time – What would they say – Maybe we will soon find out – You are boring on the surface – But so deviant on the inside – Hidden secrets waiting to be told
– How easily could I run my knife through your heart right now – But I will be patient – Enjoy this moment – We will be together again soon enough
– I leave as you take your first gasp of air
– Barabbas
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