Carwash

2nd email received to blog from anonymous source w/picture.
Name: Becky
Date: Unknown
Link to news story of incident: https://empireherald.com/woman-dies-from-drowning-at-a-car-wash/
Transcript Follows:

"Subject: Well, ready for round 2?.
To [email protected]
13:54 AM

To Mr. Confessions,

Well Mr. Confessions, I am back. Did you miss me? It looks like my last little story did not quite garnish the response me or you had hoped. I have more, many more. How about this little treat Mr. Confessions. This one goes back not to long ago actually. It’s one of my more sporadic random events that I pride myself on. Happened while driving to another one of my adventures. This will be short and to the point, it will not be hard to grasp my point I don't think.
I was driving north, to a state where the winters can be a bit, extreme, not to give to much away. Long drives my friend are a great way to relax the mind, air out some issues, enjoy the American landscape and all that shit. I decided to spend a few days a couple of states away, sightseeing and all. While at the hotel bar I met a very attractive lady. Now I am not one to mess with the opposite sex much. Sex in general more or less disgusts me. The idea of fluid coming and mixing together where we expel our waste is troubling to me. But I realize the need and I have a natural human drive to fulfill those needs. Sometimes I fulfill them either before or after I am done with my adventures. And sometime I just go about it normally. This girl was short, red hair and surprisingly funny. Her freckles were subtle and she had some tiny dimples when she smiled. We spent the majority of the night just talking. I of course lied about who I was, telling her I was a school teacher driving up to visit some family, my cousin has cancer and only has a few weeks left. The sympathy card usually plays well and who doesn't like a teacher? She fell for it. She apparently was some type of sales representative for a medical device manufacturing company, sounded boring as shit so I tuned most of that bullshit out. Her name was Becky and she was a blossoming twenty four years old. Well classed, well dressed, obviously had a bit of money.
Our talks went on for quite awhile. We explored why she did her line of work and why I enjoyed teaching. She told me she was narcoleptic and shook her bottle of Adderall in the air as if it were a fucking maraca or some shit. As the conversation went, so did the drinks. I was ensuring the bartender was keeping her topped off and my tips helped promote this. When she started touching my hands and her eyes started locking onto mine I knew it was almost time. It was not long after that had I invited her to my room. Her intoxication level at this point was good enough to ensure she would not say no. She staggered against me as we walked out from the bar towards the elevator. Having to hold her up annoyed me, her leaning on me, me having to “support her”, in all honesty slashing her throat was more appealing at this point Mr. Confessions.
So we get up to my room, after a cumbersome stumbling act down the hallways. Bumping into the table outside of the elevator, she giggled hysterically for some reason at that. Babbling nonsense to other patrons of the hotel, again to her this was funny. When I get to my door I slide the key card through the slot, it beeps and we go in, strip down and have some pretty fantastic sex. Whiskey dick and all Mr. confessions. There was not a position i did not put her in and she handled it like a champ. Fuck if she did not love that anal though. Bitch craved it. Lusted for it. Not that i was not happy to oblige you see.
She was gone by the next morning, thank God right? But I learned a lot from her. Enough to know I wanted to see her blood spill out everywhere. So this would begin my routine. I knew she was here for a few more days at least. I knew her room number and her name so I had more info than I usually do. Only a matter of time before she was fulfilling my desires now. Seeing my cravings through to the very end. I would watch her every move. Study her. By the end of day two I would know her better than her own fucking mother. This was the skillful part of what I do. Finding the right time. Discovering how I will end their life. It's so sporadic. Fueled by chaos. That is how you get away with murder Mr. Confession. I read your other stories. They are all from people who got caught. None are like me. So unique, so free. So, not caught. It is all about spontaneous actions. And Becky here was probably going to be one of my most spontaneous yet. This thrilled me. Got me so excited just the thought of it. The challenge behind it. How meaningless her life is, how I will just take it from this earth to fulfill a desire that never ends. How useless is that? She grew up, got a good job, nice car, very attractive, only to meet me and for me to take that all away in a matter of minutes. That makes her worthless and makes me powerful. Do you understand Mr. Confessions? Do you see?
She was driving an Infinity, of course she was. A black Infinity, sunroof, the works. Her car annoyed me as much as she did now. I hated the sight of her rich entitled ass driving that fucking car. This was day three and she would be leaving in the morning, I needed to act tonight. I still had no idea what I was going to do though. With the idea of her car now in the mix I really wanted to include it somehow. I started running through my head all the possibilities. What could I do. How could I end this. Car, girl, sleep, pills, sunroof, hotel. Images ran through my head. My heart rate skyrocketing. It was 9am at this point. I had to do something.
When she pulled into a shopping plaza I watched as she parked in front of some doctors off. She exited her fancy fucking car with a notebook and a box in her hands. I pulled in towards the back of the lot and stared at nothing. Across the street though there was a gas station. Located at said gas station was a car wash. One of those car washes with the stupid strands that beat the shit out of your car, rip off your antenna and take any sand that happens to be around and use it to slice the shit out of your paint job. As I gazed at the traffic going through the stupid machine my brain kicked into overdrive. I laughed, I laughed out loud to myself and covered my mouth as i looked around to make sure no one heard me. Of course they couldn't so this was more reactionary than anything. I knew what I wanted to do now Mr. Confessions. I had it. Becky, oh Becky babe would die by accident, in a car wash!
Now understand Mr. Confessions, while I do tell you a lot there are some tricks of the trade and details I must leave out, for obvious reason of course. And plus who really cares about all the little details and every step I took right? Point is I had the trap set. Everything was in place by 7pm that evening. Now I just needed to get her and her car. This of course was going to be the most challenging. For my plan to work she couldn't have any marks, this would have to be 100% accident. But I had an idea for that as well and this only worked out better when it started to rain a little, not much though just one of those annoying drizzles. She was still at another doctor's office, this time located in some mid rise building close to town. The location I had picked out was slightly further away than this. So I waited. Standing in the rain making sure i get good and soaked. There were no stars unfortunately. Only clouds.
As she emerged from the door leading into the building the game was now in play. Again my heart rate jumped as the adrenaline surged through me. My dick becoming stiff at the idea of what was about to happen. I lusted for her death. She casually walked through parking lot with a magazine over her head and I was walking up from the other way. “Excuse me, excuse me miss can I use your cell phone?” I yelled from about 10 feet away. “My car broke down right over there.” She turned and looked at me, I smiled. “ Becky? Becky is that really you? Wow!” I exclaimed to her. Her face became puzzled, which I of course expected. As i got closer she backed away slightly. “What are you doing here?” She of course asked. So I politely responded, “There was a teacher conference thing right over there in that building. I wanted to catch that before heading on to my cousins. Wow what a small world huh.” She smiled at this. The relief washed over her face. “Well yea I guess it is. Come one get in I'll take you to the hotel and we can get your car tomorrow.” My smile must have been gigantic. She wanted to fuck me again but I am afraid she wouldn't make it.
After I got into the car and we started up the road I looked at her. She was very pretty. Very young. Her profile was a work of art and it was going to be an honor to drain the life from it. We began small talk, she apologized for just leaving the other morning and of course I didn't care. I asked her if she had a good day and she stated she did with an overwhelming smile. I had to act quick on this as it was all about timing. “I have a fantasy.” I said. She looked over at me, the puzzling look returning, “Oh yea?” She asked. “The other night was so good and well, I want to fuck you again.” I pulled the gloves off. Either she was going to bite, which I figured i knew enough at this point to think she would, or she wouldn't and I would have to changed the game. “Well, that would be great.” She said this without taking her head off the road. “No Becky, right now.’ I grinned as she looked over. I had moved my shirt revealing my erection right through my pants. This erection was not for the idea of sex, but for my climax that was coming and working out so perfectly. Her face lit up with embarrassment. then a smile. “Where?” She asked. I shrugged, playing the game as if I had no clue. I looked around searching for a place. “Turn here.” I said and she did. We drove around and I was leading her around as if trying to find a quiet spot. “You asked about my fantasy. I want to have sex in a car wash. I know it sounds corny but I think it would be fun.” This turned into a conversation of boring shit like how she is afraid she would be seen and all that crap. But in the end with a little persuasion she agreed. I looked at my watch, it was almost 8pm now.
As we neared the gas station I told her this is a perfect one. “Look, the stupid teller is watching a movie on his laptop. There is no one around.” She looked around and agreed. As we pulled past the gas station I bent down in case the teller looked. I didn't want to be seen after all. The fat fuck was watching a movie and before we got there and I ducked down I swear to you Mr. Confessions I saw some tits. I tell her to stop right before the machine to enter your code or feed it money. The car comes to an abrupt halt. Infinity brakes, gotta love em. I reach into my pocket and she is watching my every move. I pull out a white cloth and a small brown bottle. ‘What's that?” she asked. I didn’t speak. I just opened the bottle and poured its contents onto the rag. Puzzled she asked the question again, a little more nervously I will add. I still did not answer. I moved my left hand behind her head and she began to lean in for a kiss. As she grew closer, her mouth opening to accept my tongue I quickly covered her mouth and nose with the liquid soaked rag. She struggle against me and I used my other hand to force her face hard into the rag where she breathed in the aroma from the liquid I placed there. Within a few seconds her fight became small. Her strength became weak and soon after her arms fell off as her head and body became limp. I scanned the parking lot and still no one was here. I could see the glow from inside the store where i assume the fat teller was still masturbating to porn. I looked at my watch, it was just after 8 now. I reached over with one leg and put my foot on the brake and placed the car in drive. We eased toward the little money box where I dropped in some quarters and made my selection. The little green light inside light up, asking me to pull forward and I did. The front tires climbed up and came to a rest inside a cradle on the ground and the red light came on along with a short buzzer. I pulled a key fob from my pocket and as the car moved forward it wasn't quite half way done with its journey when I pushed the button, the car came to a rest. I opened the sunroof of her fancy little Infinity. Took her pills from her purse and opened them. I took out ten pills. As they sat in my palm I just stared for what seemed like an eternity before opening her mouth and dumping them down her throat. She was out cold still and would never awaken from this sleep.
I pushed the button on the key-fob again and the car moved forward a little more and I stopped it again. I tilted her small pretty head back and her mouth opened just a crack, but it would be enough. The car wash began to whirl to life. I stepped out of the car. As the white foam squirted from the jets at the end of the machine it slowly climbed up the front of the car. Coating every inch in a frothy, water soap. When it got to the middle of the car, just above the sunroof i pushed another button on the key-fob and the machine just stopped there, still squirting its fluids. Except this time they were filling up the inside of Becky’s mouth and for a bonus ruining that shitty ass car. I stood off to the side and watched as the soap drained from the system and it just became clear water. As it cleaned the soap from the windshield I could see Becky still sitting there, mouth still open, water pouring from the open hole. She was not moving. I smiled at this. Loving the fact that sometime soon someone would find her. There would be a small news story.
You see Mr. Confessions, I envy my victims. I take pride and honor into what they do for me. I do not just kill them, I honor them. You can see in the news story ( https://empireherald.com/woman-dies-from-drowning-at-a-car-wash/ ) that she is forever memorialized in a digital world. Her story of how she perished will live on forever. I did that for me and for her. The process I go through for my subjects is a true learning experience. It takes skill to do what i do and not get caught. The amount of detail and thought. The careful strategy and planning. Becky was not on my agenda but I found the time. And I thanked her for it in the best way possible. Remember one thing Mr. Confessions, your life is meaningless unless someone comes along and adds meaning.

Until next time...