I did not remember much up until recently of my weekend at the lake. I went there with my summer fling and I was hoping we were going to have an amazing time. The first night was amazing, the cabin was quiet, the lake was still and pretty. The moons image cast over the lake at night was so romantic. I could not believe how happy and lucky I was to be spending time with what I thought to be the man of my dreams. I was so very wrong. Everything seemed to take a turn for the worst the morning after our wonderful night of fucking on the bank of the lake for hours. We fell asleep in each others arms and awoke to the morning sun. But for some reason, my lover was highly agitated this morning. I was unsure what to think and he would not talk to me, make eye contact or really anything.
At this point I was wondering what was going on. I went about my day. I went into town, got some needed items and decided I would try to make him feel better by cooking a candle it dinner and showing my guy how much I cared. I came home and started to put away all of the groceries for dinner later. Thats when it happened, I felt this huge jolt and I fell over, someone had hit me in the head with something hard. Everything started to go black and faded in and out, but I do remember my guy getting on top of me and choking the air out of me. I remember him ripping my shirt and my panties off and fucking me in my ass. I remember he leaned over and told me what a whore I was. I finally blacked out at some point and awoke to a letter next to me saying had a great time, can’t wait to see you again.
I was so very confused. I called the police and explained the situation. The cop who took my statement said he knew my guy. He said he comes around during the spring and summer, woos girls, then assaults them. He explained that the guy has schizophrenia and that he is a sadist. he told me I was very lucky because apparently he has a thing for Snuff porn and has already killed 3 girls. I was the fourth. guess I was the one that got away.. for now!