OK, so no Richonne in this chapter, this one is a little background on Wilfred and Edna.

Chapter 8

Wilfred Morton was not a popular kid, nor was he an attractive kid. He was not ugly by far, just mediocre. The only thing that kept him from being bullied was his mouth. He could out smart and out talk his foes and most times could talk them into a truce, but partly it was because the other children thought he was weird. Not your normal everyday weird, but creepy weird. Friendships and relationships were not a real thing to Wilfred. He was a psychopath, even as a child. It was not something he developed into; it was something he just was from birth. He cared little about genuine relationships and so he had few acquaintances in school, and acquaintances was stretching it. Eventually he saw the value in blending in with the rest of the students. He would get up every morning and look in the mirror and practice plastering on his fake smile before he walked out of the door to appease his new pseudo friends more than anything else.

That lack of affection extended to his own family. He was detached, especially from his mother. It was not because his mother was some horrible person, she was in fact the complete opposite. She always tried to be the best mother that she could be to Wilfred. His father left him alone, he was not the son he wanted. They had nothing in common and never bonded. Wilfred's mother could not have any more children, and his father wanted more that were unlike his first born. So when his father up and left the family to start a new life and a new family, Wilfred's mother was devastated, but Wilfred could not care less. One less person to deal with were his feelings about the matter. His mother started to overcompensate after his father departed, but no matter how loving his mother was regarding her son, he held a distinct hatred towards her and often rebuffed her attempts. She was too needy, too motherly, to communicative, too everything, and he just wanted to be left alone. And she never left him alone. His focus was only on himself.

Wilfred did want one thing, a beautiful girl on his arm. He did not want a smart girl, or one with a great personality or talents, only pretty. Pretty and quiet was best. As a teen, he never had that. He was not as handsome as the football star, nor was he as athletic but he envied those qualities in others but did not want to work for it. In high school, he dreamed of being the star player of any game, didn't have to be football, and not to be popular, but rather to be with the prettiest cheerleader, but he had very little talent to make that dream come to fruition. So he watched. Watched how the popular guys operated. Watched how they walked and how they talked. Watched the faces of the girls as they reacted to whatever the popular guys did to make them laugh, to make them wet, to make them fall in love and lust. The mental notes that he took were almost always practiced on his mother. His mother was excited with the sudden change in her son, even though she felt his emotions were off. She did not care, she got to be the doting mother she always wanted to be, and he got to practice being a charming well-liked and charismatic individual, all while becoming an expert at disguising a depraved psychopath.

By the time he entered college, Wilfred was a pro. Many of the college men wondered just how he was able to pull the most popular girls on campus with his mediocre looks and average body. What they did not know was he was a master manipulator. Most psychopaths are. Had been practicing most of his life. He had no conscience, and he was always calm, cool and meticulous. He fooled the women he was attracted to into being "best friends" first. He knew how to mirror the women he chose as his victims so that they could see themselves in him. The women that he targeted loved to look themselves, craved for others to look at them, wanted to only talk about themselves, so when they looked at Wilfred, they saw themselves. He collected information about each one, so his mirroring skills were impeccable. Then he bombarded them with love and placed them on a pedestal. He was so very, very charming. Everything about Wilfred was superficial and held not a speck of authenticity. He developed a warm and nurturing facade that they all the women in his life fell for. He sabotaged the girl's relationships with their friends and family covertly so that all they had and all they wanted was Wilfred. He had convinced the girls that he was all they needed. He played on their sympathy and pretended to have a similar life, comparable experiences, hobbies, interests, passions, and parallel life goals and values. He became a master of control. And each time he finished with one lady, because her constant rambling or their looks faded as the depression set in, she was left shattered, only a speck of her former self was left in the shell he walked away from. Wilfred cared zero about how he left them, he had gotten what he wanted and that was all he desired. That is how he ensnared Edna during her sophomore year in college. She was especially susceptible to him. He was her cult leader, her everything. He used the power he had over Edna to advance his methods to the next level. By the time they married, there was nothing left of her original personality. She was once full of life, and positive despite the depressing and destructive background she lived for her first eighteen years of life. The beatings she endured from one foster family to the next. The times they would starve her or make her sleep on a hard floor with no bedding did not fully break her. After aging out of the system, she was happy for two reasons, first, she was never sexually abused, and second, they gave her money for college. She was determined to only see the positive in her newly independent life and move forward from the abuse she escaped, only to go from one abuser to another. Wilfred saw that person hidden deep within Edna, and made her believe that she was less of a person for it. Broke her down until she was little more than a puppet that Wilfred would use to do his bidding. She was so far gone that after they married, she did the work of prepping the women that her husband abducted so each would be perfect for him. She was lost and she was empty.

Edna did not finish college, she married Wilfred right after he graduated. He had no emotional attachment to his wife; he did not have emotional attachment to anyone. She was a means to an end. He at first got a job, but working was not for him, he had too many fun things to take care of and do and used Edna as a work horse to provide for him and the house was paid for, it was his family home. Edna never stood a chance the day she met Wilfred. She became so hollow and purposeless that she did not even imagine what her life could have been had she not met him. He became everything to her, and she was nothing to him and she was fine with that. When Wilfred's mother died, it was Edna that made the arrangements. She had her cremated. Wilfred did not even bother to show up to the small one-person funeral. All he cared about was that he inherited the house.

During his marriage and while living in that hateful house, Wilfred became more aggressive. This new trait corresponded to his delve into satanic practices and rituals. His taste for beautiful women in his presence never faltered, he became more obsessed. When you combined his aggression with his obsession, it left for devasting and brutal results. Wilfred brought home his first victim and when he asked Edna to perform the task of beautifying her, she willingly complied. Wilfred met Allison Miller at a farmer's market while she was selling vegetables from her parent's farm. She was a 19-year-old white female with a bright smile and a vigor for life and she wanted more than just living on a farm. She wanted adventure. She wanted to see the world. Her parents were strict and they, she thought, still had too much control over her. She still had to ask to go places and was often denied. Allison's parents loved her and wanted to keep her safe. So, it was ironic that by trying so hard to keep her protected and being overly strict, they doomed their daughter to fall for a treacherous man who placed her in the most dangerous of situations. They often told her that if she did not follow their rules, she would have to leave the farm, which they did not really mean, but they needed some threat to keep her in line. She felt trapped. So when Wilfred charmed her over the course of several weeks and finally offered her a taste of the freedom she desired, she jumped at the chance and fell for Wilfred's charms hook, line, and sinker. When she willingly and enthusiastically entered his home, that would be the last time she would ever see anything in the world beyond that house. Her adventure ended not but 30 miles away from her farm.

Once inside the home, the charming man Allison met was replaced by a depraved human who only wanted to turn her into a living doll. Edna started preparing her for her new life. Her hair was styled just right, her dress hung on her perfectly, her hands and feet manicured flawlessly. She was taught to smile correctly, talk correctly, speak only when spoken to. When Allison would not comply, she was bound and placed in a small dark room attached to the basement. The first time it was an hour, as it progressed, her punishment could last for days, food tossed to her on the floor and forced to eat and drink like an animal due to her constraints. There were no bathroom breaks, she was forced to relieve herself on her person during those times when her consequences lasted longer than a few hours.

Allison was terrified at first and eventually became numb to her miserable new fate. She became so anesthetized that she spent the rest of her short life in a daze, often dreaming about her parents and her farm. The farm she so desperately wanted to leave was now the one and only place she wanted to be. Then on a random day, Wilfred decided that Allison was not enough. She was not the perfect woman that he so desperately craved. How could she be? She was disobedient and with the constant punishments, she began to lose weight and became frail, broken, and bruised. Her face now sunken and her cheeks no longer rosy. Her beauty faded just like her life was soon to diminish. He did however believe that she had the most delicate hands and dainty feet. So with her still alive and breathing, and with an old rusty handsaw, he sawed off her hands and feet, then tossed her in the room in the basement where she bled out and died over the course of four days. She suffered greatly, the pain often knocking her out only to awake in more agony. She became delirious and her final thought was of her home that she missed dearly. She dreamed of her farmhouse, a place she finally realized made her happy, as she drifted into death.

It was also during this time that his worship of evil escalated. He was in chat rooms, the dark corners of the internet that was even darker than his own soul. When he ran across an ancient text, his appetites began to accelerate. The text held rituals that he practiced religiously; they became his life. He was frustrated that the rites did not work or provide the outcomes that he wanted in life, what he did not know for sure, but heavily suspected, was that the benefits of his worship would come in death. His devotion would pay off in his afterlife, an everlasting life of evil power over whomever would unintentionally and unfortunately run across his domain. He never faltered. He practiced faithfully because they provided him even more self-confidence than he previously held. They offered him comfort and security and a sense that what he was doing in life was right. It justified for him what he was doing with the women that encountered him. Over the course of the next few years, there were five more victims. Each getting the same treatment and receiving the same end as Allison.

There was Tara Johnson, a gorgeous black girl of only 18, with dreams of being a model. Wilfred effectively played the part of an agent that had discovered the next new It girl. She lost her big, wide hazel doe eyes when she put her trust in him. Sierra Davis, a mixed-race beauty who had just turned nineteen, followed soon after. She wanted a family. He promised her a big happy life filled with kids. She lost her heart. Wilfred thought it was innocent and pure, perfect for his ultimate woman. Rosa Hernandez 21, Jenna Anderson 23, and Taylor Thompson 22 were the last three victims. They lost their ears, brain and skin, and scalped head respectively.

As Wilfred's cruelness evolved with each woman, so did the repulsive way each died. Allison's death was horrendous, but the rest of the women's deaths were atrocious. They agonized. When he noticed Rosa's birthmark across her neck, he was enraged and beat her until she was unrecognizable but made sure to cut off her ears before he started. He wanted to preserve those and she laid in that room with labored breaths, cracked skull and missing ears for five days, but it seemed much longer. Jenna was too smart for her own good. She hatched a plan to escape and almost made it. She was out of the house but made the mistake of going left as she ran out of the back door instead of right. The opening to the tall backyard gate that was built extra high for privacy was on the right side of the house. When she crossed back over, Wilfred caught her and dragged her back into the house and down this his hellish basement room and used the same handsaw he used once before to slice through her skull and pull out her brain. He did want that though, removing her brain was punishment for her being smart. What he wanted from her was her skin. It was the perfect shade he thought as he skinned her. Taylor had heterochromia, one eye was brown, and one was blue. It was beautiful to everyone but Wilfred, but her hair, her beautiful long, thick, luxurious hair was attractive to him. He pictured himself running his hand though it and felt orgasmic with each pass. Edna didn't need to prepare her, he immediately reached for a large dirty knife and made a cut around her forehead around the sides of her head and onto the back. He then stuck the knife underneath the cuts to lift the scalp and hair from her head. She was alive though it all. They all were, as their bodies were sadistically and viciously massacred.

Edna was pregnant with her first child, a daughter between Allison and Sierra. And her second, another daughter between Jenna and Taylor. She loved her children fiercely. Determined to keep them safe, and she knew deep down, that she needed to protect them from her husband the most. She would never leave Wilfred, she loved him with all her heart, even though he held no emotional attachments to either her or his children. After all the years, he was all she had in her life aside from her children and he gave her the attention she craved. She never had anyone willing to pay her any never mind. He also gave her love. Not real love, Wilfred was not capable of that, but to her, his kind of love was enough. She endured some brutalities in her younger life, and although Wilfred was cruel and vicious and most times inhuman, he treated her well. Not out of any spousal responsibility, but because he needed her healthy to help with the girls. He needed her willing to help trap the women. He needed her silent when he killed them. She was susceptible to him, so she kept him sated. Not sated with sex, they had very little of that, but sated with what he wanted from her, a dutiful follower. The house became her prison by choice. She did not want that destiny for her daughters. She felt that all she needed was a prayer room to counteract his sinful ways. Between herself and the bible, she could keep her children safe. She believed that with every single fiber of her being. She would soon find out that her thought process would deceive her. No one was safe with Wilfred Morton including Edna and her children, because he was a monster in human form.