Does that make you feel better? Are you all excited now? I mean you want me to be the animal you read about, don’t you? January 3, 1979, a man by the name of Raymond Ellis White kidnapped and killed four women. He didn’t just kill them. He tortured and butchered them. I suppose you want to know why I am telling you this. That man was my… well, let’s say he was my inspiration. I studied his life, his family, and in the greatest possible detail his methodology. You might say that I became him. Someone had to. You were so small minded that you locked him up for the rest of his life. You put him in a cell. You took away his reason for living, but you refused to let him die. So I took his place. You think there is some deep dark reason I did what I did, but I’m here to tell you that the only reason I killed those women was to honor his brilliance, to make sure that it did not wither away in that horrible place you sent him to. But you have a problem, don’t you? Now you want me to stop. You want me to tell you where the new group of women are. That’s not going to happen. You see, I already made the arrangements. They are already suffering in ways you can’t imagine. The longer you keep me here the more they will start to wish they were dead. I’ll give you some clues. One is hanging nude by her feet. Her hands are tied behind her back and there is a very heavy cleaver with a very sharp blade carefully suspended between her legs and a rope on a pulley system holding it up. The other end of the rope is tied to a wooden stick that I made her bite down on. If she lets it go… well, let’s just say she will have some very splitting pain and it won’t be a headache. You know, I’m getting a little hungry. I’d really love a delicious bowl of sweetened cherries with caramelized syrup on top. You think you could make that happen? Of course I would hurry if I was you. I don’t know how strong her bite is. I never played with that part of her body. Oh, could you also get me a room temperature Fresca? That would really hit the spot.