Hi Hon! Remember me? This is the third cassette tape my cellmate has managed to sneak out of this hellhole I'm stuck in. If you want the whole story you're just going to have to find parts one and two and catch-up. Sorry, but my fans want me to get right to my story, not spending half this tape explaining stuff I've already told them. Don't worry though Hon, if you've got a taste for murder you'll fit right in.
Well let's see, the last time I told you about that slimy video store clerk I did. Umm, now that was hot. I get turned on just thinking about the wonderful, sexy things I did to that pathetic asshole. Oh how he wiggled around and begged for his miserable life. Sweet. Not to mention all of that blood. I practically was swimming in it by the time I was through with him. Umm.
Anyway after that night I couldn't see the point of staying in college any longer. I knew I would be pressing my luck if any more bodies turned up on campus and I didn't have any further interest in Freshman English Composition and that sort of thing. I had to support myself, however, and that was the problem. My parents paid my tuition and sent me enough cash to get by on but if I dropped out of school the well might run dry. I couldn't very well tell them what I had become. How I longed to control someone. To hurt them and then to take my pleasure by watching them slowly die. Daddy's little girl hadn't turned out the way they planned. Sorry.
My mind worked this problem all day long it seemed. When I was eating, when I was working out or running, even when I lay rubbing my breasts and clit as I remembered my "sweet" times with the girls and that video store clerk. A part of me was always looking for a way out of this stupid school and into a new life.
The answer, of course, was right in front of my nose. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it before but sometimes that's just the way it is. I smiled as the idea took form in my mind. It was so obvious wasn't it?
One of the girls on my dorm floor had a sleeping disorder and she had been prescribed some monster sleeping pills that she described as strong enough to knock out an elephant. That afternoon as she was at class I went into her room and stole four of those pills. She had always claimed that one was plenty so I figured that two of them would do the trick. Two pills apiece that is.
That afternoon I drove down to the local hardware store again and bought some more duct tape and a big fat garden hose. I already had gloves and a good sharp knife. Just ask that video store clerk I thought to myself laughing.
I cut off a piece of that hose about ten feet long and threw out the rest of it. I threw all my equipment into the trunk of the rental car that I had held onto for an extra week. What the hell, I wasn't paying for it. Time to gas up and go.
The town I had grown up in was a good three- hour drive from school. I knew my parents had wanted their daughter the hell out of the house and though three hours away wasn't that far, at least I wasn't under foot at home like I might have been had I chosen to go to the local community college. They had the money to pay for everything and I knew that to them it was money well spent. One final obligation to their strange, quiet little daughter and then I would be out of their lives forever. They could get on with the rest of their lives knowing that they had done "the right thing". Daddy could golf all day and Mommy could shop and drink with her friends at the club. Whatever.
It was dark when I reached home, just as I had planned. I knew their habits so well. It was cocktail hour and their routine never varied. I parked on the next street over from mine and took the alleyway into the backyard. I slipped my key into the lock and walked in.
To say that they were surprised to see me would not do their reaction justice. I told them that I was sorry that I hadn't called before coming but that I had a problem at school that I had to discuss with them. They were shocked and not too thrilled that I had dropped in. I could see the truth even though they did their best to hide it.
One of our lovely family traditions had always been "cocktail" hour. Every evening after dinner good old Mom and Dad would polish off three or four drinks. Guess who the friendly family bartender had been? That's right. They had thought that it was cute to have little old me make drinks for them and so they had taught me how to prepare the perfect drinks for them, Manhattans for Dad and Cosmopolitans for Mom. Every fucking night this went on.
By the time I got home on this particular night they were already on their second drink. Their curiosity had been aroused by my sudden appearance but I hemmed and hawed and generally delayed telling them much of anything. After what seemed an eternity of small talk their glasses finally were empty and I offered to make them another.
I stepped behind the small bar and removed the baggy from my pocket. Inside were the four capsules and I opened them and dumped the contents of two into each glass. Then I mixed the drinks, putting extra alcohol into each drink to mask the taste. I brought them out and handed them over hoping against hope that no unusual taste would be noticeable. I didn't need to worry. They were already half sloshed and never tasted a thing.
We sat down and made small talk and then when finally prodded by them I started telling them a fabricated story about the terrible time I was having at school and how I didn't know if I could continue going there. I dragged it out, all the time keeping my eyes on them for some sign that the pills were working.
It took about fifteen minutes but finally Mom started yawning and saying that she needed to go to bed. I begged her to stay, pleading that I had something important to tell her if she could just wait a few minutes longer. She nodded her assent but her eyes were closing.
I babbled on and on and soon Dad's head was nodding and his eyes were bleary. Mom's head was back against the chair support and she was just about asleep. Dad tried to get up but I urged him to hear me out and I continued rambling on and on.
Five minutes later they were both out cold where they sat. I walked over and pinched Mom's arm and got no response at all. Dad was snoring so loud that I considered whether or not the neighbors might hear him. Perfect!
I went out the back door and down the alley to where I had parked the car on the next street. Quickly I removed the shopping bag with the hose and duct tape and returned to the house. I found their car keys right on the counter where they always were.
I stepped out into the cooler air of the garage and turned on the light. Putting one end of the hose into the exhaust pipe I used the duct tape to crudely tape up the end of it and keep the hose in place. I ran the other end into the back window and taped it into place, closing up the small open section of the window. That ought to make it just about air- tight.
Returning to the loving room I looked at my parents sound asleep. I had no desire to hurt these people but the truth was that I had no more feelings for them than I would for an old piece of furniture that had outlived its usefulness and was now just in the way. They had something I wanted and that was all there was to say. Sorry about that.
I lifted my mother easily and carried her over my shoulder and out to the garage. I got her settled into the passenger seat of their Buick and fastened the seat belt. She was not that big and presented no problem. My father, however, would be another story.
I had to gently drag him most of the way to the car, being very careful to leave no telltale signs on either him or the floor. Then I had to wrestle him to a sitting position next to the car and then finally lift him into the drivers seat. Once again I was thankful for all those hours of working out in the school fitness center. Six months before I would never have managed it.
I reached across Dad and started the car. I reached back and put my hand in front of the open end of hose that I had run into the car and I could feel the exhaust fumes gushing out. It was working just as planned. I slammed the door shut.
