A Serial Killer With Soigné
By: Dax Gage
WARNING: Material is graphic in nature
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“She uses a tetrodotoxin,
Isolated from the liver of a Caribbean puffer fish
to paralyze her victims
while leaving all their other neurological functions in tact.”
-Arnold Van Wyk, Cape Argus
Evidence Exhibit A
A Back Story from the notes of marriage Councilor Dr. Melisandre Durra:
After successfully becoming a certified pharmacist, she left college to travel in the Caribbean. She fell in love with the small islands, the sunny whether and warm waters. There she discovered the delicacy of the puffer fish and leant of its secret poison.
She was only supposed to spend six months in the Caribbean but after 2 years she finally returns home. But she wasn’t alone. She met a man she would later marry. They return home together. In due time they got married and started the rest of their lives together.
13 Years Later:
She’s alone. Her husband had walked out. After all she had done. The relationship had been dwindling for years. She had tried everything. She was utterly devoted to him. She did everything, made sure the house was clean, made sure he had dinner waiting for him as soon as he walked through the door. She was even willing to do anything he wanted in the bedroom. Yet it just wasn’t enough.
One evening she was preparing dinner from him. She would always set the table the same way, setting his food at the head and hers at his right. She would always stand by his chair, waiting for him. At precisely eight ‘o clock she knew he would walk through that door.
The clock strikes eight and nothing happens. She shifts her weight. Still standing by his chair as she always had. A few minutes pass and she starts to feel uncomfortable.
‘Maybe he’s running late’. She tells her self.
10 minutes pass. An hour. Three hours. She waits all night for him but he never comes home. Not one world, no mention of leaving. All his possessions just their, where he had left them. He was just gone. She snapped. The loss. The relationship that had suffocated her for so long was now over. She had lived for him and now he was gone.
She felt no sense of freedom only that of loss. She was trapped suffocating alone. Her power was lost to her. He held it all and now he was gone. She had no release. No closure. No way out. Until she met Peter.
A few days after his sudden departure. She calls her brother, Paul. Her brother had always been their for her no matter what. He was her rock, her constant. He was livid when she told him.
9 Months pass:
Paul convinces her to go on a blind date. After months of being lost she finally agrees. His name is Peter, she reminded her of him and she had liked that at first.
Paul had convinced her. He installed security systems for a living. Including camera systems, which he always placed spyware on so he could watch the people he fancied. He was a voyeur and loved to watch his favorite subjects go about their day.
She decides that the best way to go about her date is to do what she knows. She decides to have him for dinner.
She cooks for Peter like she had done for HIM so many times before. She places peters dinner plate in front of him like she had done for HIM so many times before.
Something in her just lets go. The next thing she knows she’s kissing him. His hands move all over her body exploring her for the first time.
She lets go of his embrace; taking his hand she leads him upstairs to her bedroom.
She takes off her clothes and straddles him. A naughty look in her eye. A cheeky grin upon her face. A soft moan of pleasure escapes her lips. Her hands find his throat. She starts to squeeze not yet realizing what she’s doing, lost in the moment of primal tranquility. Her eyes are closed when he starts to squirm, as her grip starts to tighten. Her thrusts get more vigorous. His flaying too. Her hands are vice grip tight. She lets out a loud moan. Gasping for air as she reaches her climax. Peter lies still as stone. She catches her breath and feels alive for the first time in years. The vines suffocating her heart are gone. She dismounts him lying beside his lifeless body. She has never felt so free. Reality hits her. She realizes what she’s done. The severity. She has to get rid of the body. She calls her brother
Evidence Exhibit B
Victim 0: Peter Grant, Found half decomposed in white PVC Plastic barrel containing 12 liters of HCL (hydrochloric Acid)
“She got lucky with Peter.
He lived alone, he had no family, no pets no friends.
The only reason a missing persons report was filed was because his neighbor hadn’t seen Mr. Grant get his paper in weeks.”
-Detective Andrew Wiley, Lead Detective
She new about her brother’s voyeuristic tendencies. She demanded all his feeds. Her brother had never denied her anything before and this time was no different.
For months she watches, waiting for the right victim, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She slowly narrows down her list to just a few names. Until she finally decides on one. His name is Joshua Kattly. He also lives alone. He has a specific routine. He wakes up every morning, has a shower, makes a cup of coffee, smokes a cigarette, and feeds his dog, then goes to work. He finishes work at five, takes the same route home everyday, he takes his dog for an evening run, has supper and goes to bed.
She liked watching Joshua. She liked the simplicity of his life, like how it lacked drama. He never lived beyond his means. And during the months she had watched him Joshua never brought a soul home. No friends, no lovers, not even his mother came to visit him. The only company her had was his dog. She had learnt in her musing sessions that the dogs name was George.
She had planned everything to the T. Tonight was the night. In between killing Peter and now she had traveled back to the Caribbean. Not for a holiday but for research. After Peters death and the feeling of being trapped had returned. She knew she needed to do it again
In the Caribbean she found a way to import the puffer fish she needed. Who’s secret she had learnt so long ago. Since the Caribbean puffer fish was a delicacy certain highly successful fish restaurants imported the fish to serve on their gourmet menus. Once shed found that out, all she had to do was find one of the five star restaurants, seduce the chef and get the fish. All he needed to know was that she loved puffer fish.
It was easy enough.
Men are so predictable when they think with their pricks.
She arrives at Joshua’s work at about 16:30. He always parked in the corner of the parking lot. That was ideal for hr. She let the air out of two of his tires, went back to her car and lay in waiting. A black widow waiting for her prey.
He arrives at his car, sees the tires Now is her moment to strike. She starts her car and drives towards him. She rolls down her window and says
“Hey hun, need a ride?’
She was a beautiful woman. He a little taken a back responds
“No but thank you”
She smiles and does a little more convincing. He gets in her car and his fate is sealed. She starts driving. He explains that his place is close. She asks if he would like some supper. He says that he should really get back home so he can feed his dog. She places her hand on his thigh.
“Your dog will be fine”. She purrs. He agrees.
They arrive at her place. She shows Joshua a seat, HIS seat. She enters the kitchen. Saying that dinner will only be a moment. She puts on an apron. She approaches him placing the dinner plate on the table. She places her hand on his face looking deep into his eyes. He never even noticed the needle.
It pierces the side of his neck. The poison entering the blood stream with ease. She crouches over him whispering in his ear.
“I just injected you with a tetrodotoxin isolated from the liver of a Caribbean puffer fish. It paralyses you leaving all other neurological functions in tact. In other words you can’t move but you feel everything.”
He tries to move but it’s impossible. He’s prey caught in her web. And she likes to play with her food before she eats it. She walks around him; she starts lecturing, lost in the fantasy. She doesn’t see Joshua, she sees HIM. She shouts at him accusing him of leaving her She begs him, pleads with him. She wants to know why? What she did to make him leave? She claims she did everything for him. She wants to know why. She says she’s leaving, that she’s done. That she doesn’t need him any more.
She takes a finely platted piece of white satin silk out from her apron. The material had come from her wedding dress. She had torn it up during the months of her stranded isolation. She ties it around his neck. She whispers in his ear:
“Goodbye my love”.
She kisses him on the mouth and starts to tighten the satin silk threads.
She texts her brother. He arrives with the acid she had checked out earlier that week along with another plastic PVC drum. They load the body. They don’t say much. He leaves the drum on the dinner table and turns to leave. She pours herself a glass of wine and watches the body begin to slowly dissolve. The next day her brother drives with her to Joshua’s work. He re-inflates the tires of Joshua’s car and drives it to a car junkyard his friend owns. That’s the car gone. He leaves the barrel of acid with his friend in the toxic waste section of the junkyard. She drives to Joshua’s house. Unlocks the door with his key and meets George for the first time. He’s a young friendly Labrador.
She was going to poison the dog too. The injection, a lethal dose for a dog was in her jacket pocket. She couldn’t do it though. The dog had done nothing to her. So she took him for her own. George her new dog. Her last morsel of humanity.
She would come to love George. His unconditional love and devotion. He didn’t know of the wrong she had done, he just loved her. But even all his love couldn’t save her from herself. For she was broken beyond repair. HE had broken her and all the love in the world couldn’t bring her back.
And just like after Peter so it was after Joshua. The freedom She’d won with death was leaving her. The feeling of being trapped would slowly creep back into her life to suffocate her once again.
She would need another victim.
She keeps watching. Her brother keeps installing cameras and alarms and life goes on for a time. She can’t find new prey. And it begins to overwhelm her. Her behavior begins to get gets more erratic. She stops going in to work. George is her only freedom of her isolation.
She hasn’t left the house in days. George lies on her bed with her. Her brother comes a knocking. He says that he’s found her another one. She’s just found a reason to get out of bed. His name was Aaron, one of her brothers ‘favorites’. Her brother had a special short list of people he liked to watch.
She starts watching him and just like before, he was perfect. He lived alone, lived a quiet life, a life of solitude. Just as before. She lays in waiting outside his office. She let out the air in his tires. She offers him a ride just like before. Seduces him into going back to her place just as before. Seats Aaron at HIS table. Puts the apron on and prepares the food just like before and just like before distracts him with her rays of sophisticated sexual prowess before stinging him with her poison.
The feeling of ecstasy retakes her body. Passing over like waves of pleasure. As the life leaves Aarons eyes. Freedom fills her soul.
Just as before the disposal was easy. And just as before her newfound peace derived from death would not last forever.
Evidence Exhibit F
Detectives Report: CA 50678/2015
Detective A. Wiley
During a sanctioned raid on a junkyard known for harboring elicit activity. Three plastic canisters were found with what appears to be human remains inside. DNA testing has taken place and the results as to the identity(ies) of the person or persons is to be reported. The story of the bodies has been leaked to the press and Cape Argus reporter Arnold Van Wyk has dubbed the murderer ‘The Soigné Killer’.
Further investigation will be necessary.
Evidence Exhibit G
Cape Argus Article:
The Soigné Killer Strikes again
A Fourth ‘Body-Barrel’ has been found by a local fisherman early this morning in the Zeekovlei reserve. Police arrived earlier on the scene and Lead Detective Andrew Wiley was not available for questioning. The body appears to be a white male mid 30’s to early 40’s just like the other victims leading speculation to believe that the killer is in fact a women.
References and Inspirations:
Law Abiding Citizen, Film
Stranger than fiction, Film
Breaking Bad, TV Show
Coma White – Marilyn Manson, Song