Inside the Mind of BTK

168 INSIDE THE MIND OF BTK
along happy with Christmas thought only a few day away. And neither
girls notice the yellow two door Chevy following them. Inside the Chevy,
a woman or someone dressed like a woman peered nervously from the
steering wheel and fingered the cold steel handcuff on the seat next to her.
Inside her pants suit a small revolver was cocked and fitted with a silentier.
She adjusted her sunglass and move forward toward the girls. When
the girls reached the corner of the street she pulled up and rolled the window
down, “Girls do want a ride up the street?” The two girls look at each
other for the answer, but since this was a woman driving they felt that
no harm would come to them. “Sure,” they both answer at about the
same time, and slid in. Jessica reached out and shut the door, and the car
sped away.
The story was catalogued on the disc in my computer. Rader’s creation
went on for four single-spaced pages. He had yet to finish page
one when his main character pulled a pistol out from his waistband
and thrust it against Amelia’s temple. Rader wrote that the killer commanded
her in a gruff voice to fasten a pair of handcuffs around her
friend’s wrist, then fastened the other cuff around her wrist. The car
sped off into the darkness that was dropping over the city like a
shroud. Next stop, a deserted farm on the edge of town.
Neither girl uttered a word during the drive. They both knew
they’d been tricked by the man who dressed like a woman. Eventually,
the group ended up inside a dusty old tack room located in a corner
of an empty barn. The two girls were chained to a post. Next, Rader
had his cross-dressing main character retrieve a suitcase from the
trunk of his car. From it, he pulled a hemp rope.
The girls were seated on a hay bale, whimpering, while the man
went into the main part of the barn and tied a slipknot in the rope and
threw the other end over a thick wooden beam. He watched as the
rope dangled in space, six feet above the hard-packed dirt floor, then
returned to the tack room clutching a knife and ordered Amelia to
remove her clothes. Rader wrote that the girl froze with fear, but the
sharp end of the knife persuaded her to do as she was told. He placed
a red gag in her mouth and bound her wrists with nylon cord. She
began sobbing. He did the same thing to Jessica, then took pictures of
the two frightened girls with his camera.
Outside, a full moon hung in the dark sky. The man who dressed
like a woman walked out to his car and fetched a shovel from his
trunk. A moment later, he stood in a nearby field, awash in the incan-