Inside the Mind of BTK

The Capture and Arrest of BTK 195
Just like Shirley Vian, she lit up a cigarette and asked him why he
felt compelled to do this. Fox remained calm and cool as the two stood
in the kitchen. After she finished the cigarette, she looked at Rader and
said, “Let’s get this over with so I can call the police.” On the way to
the bedroom, she asked if he’d allow her to use the bathroom.
“Yeah,” he replied. “But you better not have any weapons in there
or try to escape.”
Just to play it safe, he wedged a shoe in the door jamb.
After a few minutes, he instructed her to come out with her “main
clothes off.” The first thing Fox noticed when she walked out of the
bathroom, Rader wrote later, were the rubber gloves he’d just pulled
over his hands.
As usual, he did his best not to alarm his victim and used his standard
line: “I don’t want to leave prints ...I’m wanted by the cops in a
couple of other states.”
After instructing Fox to lie down on the bed on her stomach, he
snapped a pair of cold steel handcuffs around her wrists. She turned
her head, straining to look up at him.
“Why do you want to do that?” she asked.
“I don’t want any scratches or problems,” he said.
He walked across the bedroom and pushed the door closed.
“Leave it open,” she pleaded. He ignored her and quickly went to work
trying to pull her sweater off. She begged him to leave it on. His heart
was pounding as he fumbled to pull off his shoes, pants, and shirt,
then tied a yellow nightgown tightly around her ankles and gagged
her with a pair of nylons.
“Has your boyfriend ever fucked you in the butt?” he asked. But
she just lay there, ignoring his question, no doubt hoping to get all this
over with. It thrilled him, he wrote, to see that he had an erection.
Before he knew it, he was tugging her panties down to her knees with
one hand and grabbing his black leather belt off the floor with the
other. In a flash, he slipped it over her neck and pulled it tight, trying
to be careful not to use so much force that he killed her.
Fox’s fingers managed to grab hold of his scrotum, and she
squeezed it with every ounce of strength she had left in her. Rader felt
no pain. Instead, he wrote, the sensation of “[my victim’s fingernails]
digging into my balls . . . increased my sexual thrill.” He pulled the belt
tighter and watched as Fox began to pass out.
As her eyes fluttered shut, he released the tension on the belt and
waited as she came to. Bending over her, he whispered into her left ear