Hanging from the ceiling with a hook in her back,
like a discarded coat thrown on the rack.
Blood on her face as she slowly fades out,
too cold to scream,  and too cold to shout.
The small storage room does it's job well,
it's dirty and bare, an icy walled cell.

He watches with awe as her colour does drain,
blue from the cold, still wet from the rain.
Her clothes left behind after he'd finished the task,
no thought of the questions dogwalkers would ask.
What to do next, he wasn't quite sure
so he lowered the hook, till she hit the floor.
Inaudible words fell from her lips
as he undid the chains that crossed on her hips.
Over and round and back up again
carefully done and always the same.
He has to be smart, he can't make mistakes,
his set of five rules he wont ever break.

First is the one that states he must wait,
take time to assess, pause at the gate.
Think it all through then make a decision,
rule two is the time for collecting provisions.
Know what he needs and where to obtain,
the less said the better, no mention of names.
The third is the knots, they have to be right,
he can't leave his victims open to flight.
Rule four is important, it has to be said,
to remove all his hair, not just on his head.
No trace of him to be left behind,
no give-away clues for someone to find.
The last rule of all is the best one,
take them with him, that way's more fun.

He looks at her now, all bloody and wet,
knows she's alive, thinks 'better yet!'.
Walking towards her shivering form
cock in his hand, he's getting the horn.
His foot kicks her over, turned so she'll see,
he wants to know how playful she'll be.
He likes the screamers, the ones who make pleas,
the ones who are silent bring a sense of unease.
She looks like a goner but he knows she's inside,
and he laughs as he pushes her legs open wide.
He screws her again, this time with more force,
knowing she feels it, swollen and coarse.

Enjoying the moment, feeling the thrill,
not seeing her stiffen due to the chill.
Spent, he is angered, when he sees her inert
he knows that she left him before he had spurt.
Enraged by her leaving before he was done,
he runs to the doorway, he knows what he wants.
Into the kitchen, into the drawer,
gleaming and keen-edged and perfect for raw.
Dick still erect and harder than ever,
he returns to her body and starts to sever.

With the job neatly finished, all nicely diced,
he sat back with a smile and closed his eyes.
Awhile after waking he wrapped her all up,
like pieces of marshmallow stuffed in a cup.
He took her down into the cellar,
and sat her with Brenda, Rita and Stella.