Inside the Mind of BTK

The Capture and Arrest of BTK 169
descent glow of moonlight, and dug two three-foot-deep holes in the
cold Kansas earth, one beside the other. He returned the shovel to his
trunk and wrapped it in a plastic bag, then grabbed the kerosene
heater he’d brought with him and carried it into the tack room, to
make it warm for the two shivering girls.
He unchained Amelia and marched her into the barn, prodding
her with the tip of his knife. But she couldn’t see the rope he’d prepared
for her because of the darkness. After forcing the trembling child
onto the ground, he tied her ankles together and pulled the slipknot
over her head.
“Fear then struck her and she twisted in her rope and cried,” he
wrote.
She was still struggling to get free when he carried her over to the
hay bale and drew the slack rope tight. She froze with fear and closed
her eyes as he dropped his pants, wrapped her panties around his
penis, then kicked the hay bale out from beneath her. Instantly, her
head turned slightly upward and to the side, her legs kicked, her body
twitched. The killer took a few pictures of her swinging back and forth
in the cold barn, then he cut her down and carried her warm corpse
out to the grave he’d just dug. Before rolling her into the hole, he
removed Amelia’s blouse and training bra.
By the end of the story, the killer who dressed like a woman encircled
a loop of baling wire around Jessica’s throat and ordered her to
perform fellatio on him. “Suck badly on it real hard,” Rader wrote. “Do
you understand me pronto, he screamed.”
Eventually, the killer garroted the girl, marveling at how her face
became bloated with blood and the wire buried itself beneath her
flesh. He tossed her into grave beside her friend, tidied up the barn,
then drove home. A few days later, after reading about the disappearance
of the two girls in the newspaper, he was able to track down
where their parents lived. The killer mailed them their daughters’
panties, which he enclosed with a little note.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL,” Rader wrote. “As the letter
went on, to say, he hope this small present of goodwill will brighten
your day up, for now you know that the girl in not in her pants, so
where is she? Have a good day.”
As an extra touch, Rader had his main character sign his letter
with four capital letters—DTPG, which stood for Death To Pretty
Girls.
End of story.