Chapter 7: Orlando, Florida

After the visit to Disney World, James set about the tasks of taking the next three victims and scouting out the needed location. Florida turned out to be a beautiful place and he often wished that Shelly were there to share it with him. Trips to the beach and the other tourist parks in the Orlando area yielded ideas of where to get the next set of victims and how to take them. But the trips to the beach and Disney World also left James very depressed. On those days he would go home and put Debbie in strict bondage and then spank, whip, and use her until she was too tired to respond anymore. At one of these times he decided that he needed a written record of sorts for himself. James was keeping a journal in his computer but another form of record seemed to be in order.

James remembered something about branding and decided that he would put a brand on Debbie for each of the girls he killed. He gathered together all the things he would need to do this and one morning early James tied Debbie to a table very tightly face down and began to heat a stainless steel wire set in a wooden handle. When the wire was almost glowing he pressed the tip of the wire into tender flesh of Debbie s back.

Debbie jerked in her bondage and screamed threw her gag at the feeling of the hot wire pressing into her back. It took two heatings of the wire to render the first rune in Debbie s back, but once that was done James was happy with his progress. He repeated the process again over the next five nights. By the sixth night Debbie had accepted her plight and no longer screamed with the pain of the branding. The preparations at the house where coming along very well. He would soon be ready to take the first victim.

With three weeks to go before the next full moon, James had planned the time and place to take the three girls. A number of singles bars and hangouts for the lonely hearts would serve nicely. On a clear warm Monday night, James drove to a nightclub about an hour from his house and went in and sat at the bar. Soon a lovely young blonde girl came and sat down by him. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white halter-top. James found out her name was Jamie Carlson. Jamie was just twenty-one years old and alone in Florida. Jamie was employed at Disney World as a server at one of the cafes.

The pair talked for about an hour and then James decided it was time to leave. He asked her if she came here often, Jamie said she came just about every Monday night. James told her he had a wonderful night but he had to go. James told her he hoped to see her next week and with that he said good night and left the bar.

On the way home, he passed a hitchhiker on the highway. James pulled the van over and Tiffani Roberts climbed in. Tiffani was dark haired Latino with a hard exterior but a heart of gold. James had not planned on taking the first victim tonight, but this opportunity was here so he took it.

James said, I don t usually pick up hitchhikers, but I felt that you don t look like the usual hitchhiker.

Tiffani replied, It s been a long walk. My boy friend got mad and left me stranded on the highway.

James spoke again, I am headed back to hotel row. I can take you that far and from there I you can find another ride.

Tiffani smiled, That will be great, that s not too far from a friends house.

A deep silence settled in between the two people. Another ten minutes into the drive James reached back behind Tiffani s seat and grabbed a heavy piece of wood, hitting Tiffani over the head. She crumpled in her seat and slumped to the floor of the van. James pulled over and quickly tied the unconscious figure securely. Tiffani was placed in the back of the van and he resumed the drive home.

James drove the van into the single car garage. He carried the female into the house and up to the second floor. A room had been prepared the same as the other two houses. Soon Tiffani Roberts was stripped naked and chained to the bed. James noted that she was about eighteen. James noticed a small red rose tattoo on the left side of her pubic region. He glanced around the room and once satisfied with all in his vision, he left the room. An hour later he checked on the girl and decided he would give her an injection. That would assure her continued sleep for several hours. James went down stairs and let Debbie out of the closet. He allowed her to go to the toilet and eat some dinner. After she was finished, he chained her to the master bed and both went to sleep.

The next day s list included a rigorous workout; followed by an hour of study and meditation and taking care of his newest victim.

Tiffani woke up to the feel of a strange bed being shaken. She tried to move and found herself unable to pull her arms down to her side. With a look up she found out why she was chained to a metal cot. The man who had picked her up had hit her over the head and she had lost consciousness. Now she was naked and a prisoner. She started to cry and beg for release but all she got was a cold stare from the cold blue eyes of her captor.

Her captor allowed her to get up and go to the small toilet just outside of the room she was being held. Tiffani looked around for a way to escape, but there was no way. Next she tried to slip the cuff off her left ankle, but it was too tight. Tiffani sat on the toilet and cried for several minutes then stood up and walked back to her captor.

A week remained before he could take Jamie. James had been forming a plan of where to get the third girl. He would go to the beach and hope to find a girl willing to go to dinner with him and then he could take her after dinner. It felt more risky than the others, but it also gave him a real sense of adventure. Before he went to bed that night, James would release Debbie to use her sexually, and then chain her to bed.

The next day James set off for the beach and there he set up his chair and cooler and began to scout out the possible targets. As the hours passed most people left the beach and the possible targets dwindled. At about six that evening, an auburn haired female, about twenty-five approached James and started up a conversation. Her name was Gwen James. She had hoped that her boy friend would have come to the beach after he left work but he d gone home instead. That left her alone and upset. James offered to take her to a local hamburger stand for some food and conversation.

Gwen agreed and they set off to the parking lot. James invited her to ride along with him but she refused. So he followed her to a hamburger joint and together they ate and compared notes on love and life. After about an hour they left the place and went to the parking lot. They said goodbye to each other and Gwen got in her car and drove out of the parking lot. James let her get about a block away and then got in his van and picked up the pursuit.

Gwen lived in one half of a duplex. James did not see any lights on in any of the houses in the immediate area. He parked his van a block away and waited. At midnight James got out of his van and quietly walked to the duplex. He noticed that the only car in the driveway belonged to Gwen. James stood very quiet and wondered if there was a dog in the apartment. He did not hear one and decided to continue with his plan.

James had studied breaking and entering while he was at the estate and knew how to get in and out without being caught. He let himself in and crept to what he thought was the bedroom. The door was open, and lying under a sheet on a queen size bed was his target. Gwen was clearly asleep. She had her left arm out from under the sheet. Her long auburn hair was fanned out on her pillow. James walked to her side of the bed and pressed the tazer to her neck, then pulled the trigger. Gwen s body jerked as the electric shock entered her body, leaving her unconscious.

James quickly picked up the unconscious form and carried her out of the bedroom and into the living room. There he wrapped her in a blanket and then went to get the van. James parked the van in the driveway just a few feet from the back door. James carried her out of the apartment and to his van. He wasn t sure if he had been seen, but he had taken the chance. James cuffed the sleeping figure to a bar in the back of the van and then plunged the prepared syringe into Gwen s arm. The drug combo would assure that the girl would not wake up until the next morning.

James now had two victims. That left only one more girl to take and the location to find for the next ritual.

During the past few weeks James had scouted several locations and had rejected most of them for one reason or another. But two locations had been kept as real possibilities. One area was just ten minutes from the house and the other was just over an hour from the house. The close one might be easier but it might be considered too close and the element of getting caught was higher. James was not ready to get caught.

The next day was rainy and cool but it was the right day to go to the bar and get the last of the three girls. Jamie was most likely going to be there and James had determined that she was the right one. The next full moon was just a week away and all the arrangements were ready. The poles and altar stones were ready, as was James.

James returned to the bar about eight that night. As expected, Jamie was there. She smiled as she saw James enter the club and look around for her. The bartender took notice of the two and walked up to them and asked what they wanted. James had decided to wear a good pair of dark blue slacks and a white polo shirt. He noticed that his target was wearing a floral pattern sundress and a pair of sandals.

For about an hour James and Jamie laughed and talked. James broached the subject of getting something to eat, Jamie agreed and together the two left the bar. James offered to drive but left the choice up to Jamie. She agreed to ride with James. That was the last time the bartender or anyone else would see Jamie Carlson alive.

Because the bar was a very busy place and the bartender not really good with names or faces, he would be of little help to the police. He would remember that the man was tall and well built but the hair color and face would not be remembered.

James had chosen a restaurant just fifteen minutes from the bar. They entered the restaurant and were shown to a table. During the course of the dinner, Jamie went to the restroom and while she was gone James slipped a drug into her drink. He put enough into the drink so that as they left the restaurant she would feel sick and then faint. It happened just as James had planned. In the parking lot, Jamie announced that she felt sick and then slumped into his arms. James carried her to the van and put her into the passenger seat. James then got behind the wheel and drove out of the parking lot.

About two miles away he stopped and secured her in the back of the van and drove home. James stripped, secured and sedated the unconscious female like he had done with all his other victims.

James left the room and walked down stairs. He finalized his plans to select the ritual area, gather the needed supplies and plan his departure from the Orlando area.

James planned to move on to Austin, Texas and that required a map and a newspaper. He got these the next day, after he had fed his prisoners.

Jamie started to stir and stretch but something was holding her arms and legs still. She opened her eyes and saw the man she had dinner with. Now she was chained to a small bed and as she looked around, she saw that she was not alone. There were two other girls in the small room. Each one also chained to a small cot. Jamie felt real terror for the first time and started to cry and beg for release. She tried everything she could but nothing worked. She looked James in the eyes and saw only cold and death.

Jamie was allowed to get up, go to the bathroom, and then eat. She picked at her food but eventually ate it all. Then James chained her to the bed. He then injected each girl with the drug and waited until they were asleep. He then secured the room. James then went down stairs to release Debbie and get something to eat. James and Debbie ate some breakfast. Then he chained her to the master bed and left the house. James had one more thing to do before he left for the day. He took some pictures and some videotape of the girls while they were still alive.

James had finally chosen the area furthest from the house. This area was more remote and would help James get clear of Florida before the police found the bodies. A layer of leaves and small twigs covered the area. James put on a hat and some gloves and began to rake the area clear. Once that was done he placed the poles and built the altar and fire pit. James raked the leaves and twigs into a pile so that at the end of the ritual he could set fire to them to eliminate all forensic evidence.

It was late in the afternoon when he returned to the house. He checked the girls and once sure that they were still asleep, he showered and cleaned up. Each night James would take Debbie out of the closet he stored her in and chain her to the bed. If he felt the need he would use her then after making sure she was tightly bound to the bed before he retired for the night. The next two days passed much the same. He did his exercises, meditated, took care of his victims, and prayed to his gods.

James felt no need to molest any of the girls and for the first time in nearly nine months he refrained from having sexual relations with any of his captives.

On the day of the ritual he allowed the girls to eat and clean up. The affect of the drugs was draining their energy. And as planned the amount of drug he gave each of them would allow them to awaken just as their deaths approached. James loaded the van with all he would need for the ritual and the cleanup after.

James had dressed the girls in the white ritual gowns and then carried then down to the van. He decided that under his white robe he would wear a layer of plastic clothing and latex gloves designed to catch any hair or other DNA that might drop from his body. During the drive to the ritual area, James cleared his mind for the job at hand. Once at the ritual location, he first carried Tiffani out and tied her to the first pole. Then he repeated the process with Gwen and Jamie. James kindled the fire and laid out his ritual tools. James made one last check of the ropes and the gags then cleared his mind for the ritual.

At the proper time he began the chants and moved to the altar picking up his dagger and garrote. He walked toward Tiffani and prepared to sacrifice her life for his goal. James ripped Tiffani s gown open exposing her chest and began to carve the tenth rune of the futhark. As the knife was about half way threw the carving Tiffani awoke with a start and screamed. Tiffani struggled against the ropes but could not get free. She looked down at her chest and saw the strange symbol now half carved into her chest and the tiny rivulets of blood flowing from the wound.

James finished the Rune and then wrapped his homemade garrote around the struggling girl s neck and pulled it tighter. The two knots dug into her throat just over the jugular vein and carotid artery. James watched impassively as his first victim struggled for air through her nose and around the gag in her mouth. He was fascinated by the color change in her face as her air supply was severed. Finally with a last jerk Tiffani died and at the same moment her bowels let loose.

James moved to Gwen and once more started to carve a rune in the next victims chest. James carved the eleventh rune in the tender flesh of Gwen s chest. Gwen screamed in pain and fear. James repeated the process of putting the garrote around her neck and pulling it tight.