From the Victims Point of View Ch. 1

     If only I had a nickel for every time somebody told me 'I love you'.
     I'm Krista King. And this is my story.
    


     It was an easy life for a woman like me. Sleep, wake up, go to work, chill with friends, come home, and sleep. I was a very known person, I got around. It was all easy as a 26 year old living in Ukiah, California. Born and raised in this small town. I worked at a diner on the coast, serving beer and burgers all day long. Everyone, from what I could tell, loved me. I was kinda the shit. That is, until I met him.
     I had a best friend named Savannah. Me and her had known each other for quite a few years. 16 to be exact. She always had looked out for me, even when I wasn't there for her. Anyway, she always had the best intentions. One night she took me out for a spin at a local bar down the street from my apartment. Savannah had introduced me to a guy she had met through one of our other friends, Jackson. His name was Timo and he had just moved here from Long Beach.
     When she introduced me by name she called me The Lovely Krista. Immediately Timo and I had hit it off. We talked about our religions, our favorite music, good bars, good movies, etc. By the end of the night Savannah had already picked up a trick and left. Now it was just Timo and I. He kindly drove me home because I was too drunk to catch and cab. He walked me to the door as I invited him in. He looked at me for a very long time, finally he said something. "No, I'm gonna take a rain check." We said our goodbyes.
     The next day he called me asking me if I worked today. I told him I didn't. He suggested we spend the day getting to know each other. We went to the beach and swam in the water. I splashed him. He splashed me. Then we went on a walk along the shore. We talked about our families, how we both knew Jackson, what we thought of Savannah. Eventually the sun began to set and it was time for us to grab a bite to eat at the diner. He ordered a salad and I ordered a nice, juicy burger. He told me he's a vegetarian. Timo walked me home after we ate. And at my door he kissed me for the first time. I asked him if he wanted to come in again. "No, I'm making it an early evening." We kissed goodbye.
     I told Savannah I thought it was weird that he never wanted to come inside. She told me he probably just wants to take things slow. I guessed so.
     After a month of being able to be with Timo every day I had off, he finally agreed to come inside my apartment. He kissed me as we made our way to the bedroom. He undressed me as I did the same for him. We laid on the bed as he became hard and entered me. In the middle of having sex with him he did something that worried me. He began to tighten his hands around my neck. And as he did his face just changed. He turned from devilishly sexy to plain evil. I got to the point where I couldn't breathe and I begged for him to let go. He did as he came. I gasped for air wildly as I touched my neck. It hurt, it really hurt. My face was red as I got as far away from him as possible. He said he was sorry. I brushed it off and forgave him. He told me he loved me and he was sorry. I was ecstatic.
     A week later I told Savannah he slept with me. She was so excited. "Oh my God! That amazing! How good is he?!" I lied and said it was spectacular and I loved every minute of it. I was also wearing a scarf in the California heat because I had hand print bruises on my neck.
     Months later Timo moved in. We hadn't had sex again, but declared our love with an engagement. It was rushed and stupid I realize now, but at the time, I didn't fucking care. I had everything I wanted in life. A job, my friends, and a lover. I loved him. I really did. And he loved me. Everyone knew of us. The power couple of Ukiah. We were going to be legendary.
     After about a month of him living with me we were married. We had a nice small ceremony in a church with only my mom, dad, sister, Savannah, and Jackson. That night we had sex. And he wasn't scary at all.
     A year later I was finished with work and was ready to come home to my husband when I hear noise as I'm about to walk in the door. I was a little bummed out when I figured he had company over. I wanted him to make that special meat he usually makes me. It's the only meat he eats, because it doesn't come from a real animal. I don't know where it comes from but it tastes damn good.
     I open the door to see him and Jackson fucking! He's having sex with our friend JACKSON! I couldn't believe my eyes. I gasped. He also gasped and ran away from Jackson. Jackson grabbed some underpants and left quickly. I talked to Timo calmly at first. He told me he's been having an affair with Jackson for a while now. That he loves him. I cried and called him a fucker and a faggot. He called me a bitch. He jumped on me and tied me up to the bed. He yelled at me. "I'm going to FUCKING eat you."
      "What?" I asked. He's got to be kidding.
      "You heard me."
      He told me the whole story. Apparently he's been buying prostitutes all the time whenever he makes me dinner. I've been eating them. My husbands a fucking cannibal. He's been feeding me dead prostitutes. I've been eating HUMANS.
      He began with my foot. He cut it off as I screamed in pain. I felt like I was in a terrible horror movie. He let me bleed to death before continuing. And that's how I died. He cut and diced the rest of me up, cooked me and ate me. No evidence but bones he threw into the ocean. Nothing of me left. He wasn't caught. He made up some bullshit story we got in a fight and I moved away. Savannah didn't believe any of it. But she never spoke up. Guess I wasn't that important to anyone to find.