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It is Tuesday morning. Linda has not seen or talked with Edgar since Friday morning. He promised her then to give her a date on when he was going to come over for dinner but she never got the chance to talk to him again Friday because she got caught up in her work.
When she got off Friday, she went to his department but one of his coworkers informed her that he had just left for the day, moments before she got there. She didn’t get to see him Monday either, again because of the extra work. She works the neonatal intensive care unit where four babies have been admitted since Friday afternoon.
So, as she rides the elevator up to her work station this morning, she debates with herself on whether he has been deliberately avoiding her. She tells herself no with the thought that it is probably just work. After all, he works on the fifth floor and she works on the seventh. True too, she has been very busy the past couple of days, with four babies having been added to NICU. She tells herself that she is going to make a special effort to see him today.
About nine o’clock there is a lull in the NICU so she goes to his department and asks him again if he’s ready to set a date for their dinner. He is surprised to see her. He tells her to see him Wednesday that right now he has to go out to the University of New Orleans for a two day seminar on Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation. He will not be back at the hospital until Wednesday afternoon.
He gives her an excuse that he just doesn’t want to set a date without sitting down and discussing it with her. He leaves glad that he did not have to answer her and hoping she will just forget about it.
Edgar has no desire to run into Linda again. So when the CPR seminar is over Wednesday afternoon, he does not check back at Ochsner, he goes straight to his home from UNO. But he is worried about returning to work Thursday. He is sure that Linda will hunt him down and corner him for a dinner date. He does not know what to do. He thinks of Donna, she would know what to do. Sitting at his kitchen table, he writes her a love letter.
At seven o’clock he goes next door for his usual Wednesday evening game of chess with Stone Phelps. They are sitting at a coffee table in the den playing their second game. Next to them on the table there are two glasses and two empty plates with the remains of cherry pie on them. The glass next to Stone is empty, the one next to Edgar still has some milk in it. Stone’s wife Darlene is in the kitchen. Their two daughters, Alexandria and Alisa, are in the living room watching television.
‘Bishop takes rook pawn, check. That’s a sacrifice Edgar. You’re not going to be able to stop my attack. Your queen is out of position.’
‘Yes, I see that,’ Edgar answers him.
‘Looks like I’ve beaten you again. That’s two in a row. What’s wrong with you tonight? I don’t think I’ve ever beaten you like this before in the two years we’ve been playing.’
‘My mind’s on something else Stone. I’m not concentrating.’
‘No, I don’t believe you are. Anything that I can help you with?’
‘No, it’s just a slight headache. Look, I’m going to call it a night, Stone. I’ll feel better next week. Then you won’t be so daring with your sacrifices.’
‘OK, Edgar. Good night.’
‘Good night. Tell Darlene I said thanks for the cherry pie.’
‘I will.’
No, tonight isn’t a night that Edgar wants to play chess. Nor is it a night that he wants to eat that bitch’s cherry pie. Tonight Edgar has other, more important things on his mind. He has to get Linda out of his thoughts. He hates that woman. He hates all women, especially Darlene.
‘Women are only good for cleaning house and cooking and some of them ain’t even good for that. Those kinds of bitches are only good for punishing for making my life so miserable.’ That’s what Edgar is thinking as he leaves Stone’s house. That’s why he has to go to the French Quarter and find himself another prostitute. Tonight he has to go out and find himself another whore to punish and to kill.
‘They didn’t find the first one, the one I threw into the river last week,’ he says to himself as he walks across the lawn between their two houses. He wonders why no one ever found it. He thinks of his mother and questions whether or not she took it and hid it like she hid his toy dinosaurs when he was a boy. Then he remembers that she is dead and laughs.
His ramblings continue, ‘But I won’t make that mistake again. After I finish with this one I’m going to leave it on police Detective Stone Phelps’s front lawn. What will the bitch Darlene think about that? I wonder if she’ll still want to bake a cherry pie once she seen the body? I hate that bitch.’
‘Come here Johnny Boy, I have a surprise for you.’
‘Please mother. Can’t you see that I’m busy,’ he answers his mother’s haunt.
‘Why Stone puts up with her I’ll never know. Maybe he likes fucking her. I’d fuck her. I’d fuck her with a cattle prod up her pussy. See if she likes that. I hate that woman, I hate all women. They ain’t good for nothing except punishing. They ain’t good for anything except killing.’
His thoughts are interrupted when he puts his hand into his pocket and realizes that he has left his keys on the table in his next door neighbor’s house. He walks back across the lawn only to see Darlene coming out her front door with his keys in her hand.
‘You’ll need these won’t you Edgar,’ she says with a warm smile.
‘Yeah, thanks Darlene,’ he smiles back.
‘Stone said you weren’t feeling well. Can I get you something? An aspirin maybe?’
‘No thank you, all I need right now is some rest. I’ll feel better in the morning. I’m going to bed early tonight,’ he lies.
‘OK, good night. Hope you feel better.’
‘Good night,’ he answers, giving her another smile. He watches her go into her front door and then he heads for his side door around the corner and is glad he has gotten into the habit of using it instead of his front door. He has the corner house and using the side door prevents her and Stone from seeing him come and go.
Two and a half years earlier Stone and Darlene Phelps moved into the house next door to Edgar. For two of those years he has been playing chess every Wednesday evening with Stone while Darlene does whatever she does to make herself happy and their two children do their homework or watch television or something.
He doesn’t care what they do, he just enjoys beating Stone at chess. Stone is easy to beat. He’s just a pawn pusher. But he hates that bitch. That bitch, that’s how he has always referred to her in his thoughts. He hates the way she wiggles her ass when she walks, the way she talks, the way she combs her short cropped hair, the clothes she wears. He hates everything about that bitch.
Her blonde hair reminds him of his mother’s short cropped blonde hair, another bitch. Also, Darlene is taller than him by at least fifteen centimeters, just like his mother.
Why did his mother have to make him kill Donna? It was all his mother’s fault. They were supposed to get married and raise a family. But she had to go and fuck everything up. She had to insist that they break up. She had to insist in having everything her way.
‘You’re not going back to that school to fuck some whore who’ll only give you some kind of disease,’ he hears his mother scream at him for the millionth time.
‘She’s only a friend mother. We haven’t had sex.’
‘Don’t you talk back to me, you little bastard. I ought to cut it off.’
‘Oh Donna, Oh Donna. I had a girl Donna was her name. Since she left me I’ve never been the same, my mind is not the same.’
Why didn’t his mother just leave them alone? Why did Donna turn out to be just another whore?
‘Someday,’ he laughingly says to himself, ‘I’m going to do that bitch Darlene just like I did those other whores. And my first one is still buried in her own precious flower bed
along side the house.’
He shakes his head in disbelief, ‘Imagine that, my mother the bitch is buried right under Darlene’s bedroom window and that bitch doesn’t even know it.’
He gets into his car and drives toward the French Quarter so that he can get himself another whore to kill, so that he can forget about Darlene and his mother and Linda. On his way there he thinks about his mother. He wonders why no one ever questioned her disappearance. He does not care.
‘Oh mother, Oh mother. I had a mother who I killed one day. Since I killed her I’ve never been the same. Cause I killed my mother. Mother where can you be? Where can you be?’
It is Thursday morning a few minutes before seven. As he does every morning before leaving for work, Edgar is checking his mailbox out by the street in front of his house when he sees Stone come out his front door. The New Orleans police detective seems to be in a rush. Edgar ignores this and asks him why he is out so early. He knows that Stone rarely leaves his house before seven unless he is on a call.
‘Some kids found a body in the river in the back of Audubon Park. From what the attending officer tell me, it looks like she’s been in the water for about a week. But that isn’t the worst of it. He beat her and tortured her before he killed her. I’ve got to go. Talk to you later.’
‘Yeah, I’ll see you later Stone. Good luck.’
‘Thanks I’ll need it.’
‘Is that my whore,’ Edgar asks himself after the detective has gone. ‘Is that the bitch I did last week? No, it can’t be. I can’t be that lucky that they’ve found my whore in such a short period of time. But then Stone said that she had been beaten before she was murdered. Oh, I hope it’s my whore they found,’ he says ecstatically. ‘I’ll have to ask Stone more about her when I see him again this evening.’
In his excitement Edgar forgets all about his mail and goes back inside. He goes to the punishment room where his newest victim is handcuffed by her wrists to the cable running across the ceiling. Her ankles are shackled to the ends of the meter long wooden poll which is attached by a chain to the nearby baseboard. Theodora Haggard is naked and gagged, her torn clothing is lying in a heap in the corner.
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When you get right down to it, Teddy, as all her friends call her, is really a victim of her father’s hypocrisy. He is another right wing fundamentalist hypocrite who believes in conservative American family values for everyone except himself. He is a deacon in his local church in Athens, Alabama. A little hole-in-the-wall town just west of Huntsville or Cuntsville as Teddy always calls it. She hates small town living, there is never anything to do.
Her dislike of Athens increased when she was thirteen. Her father took the family to New Orleans for a vacation. A friend of his gave him some tickets to the Jazz & Heritage Festival held each year — he never would have purchased them because, in his opinion, it’s too expensive. They stayed on a luxurious hotel right on the river. She loved the French Quarter. Even its name is exotic, the Vieux Carré.
Teddy especially liked visiting the Presbytére, the Cabildo, and Pirates Alley all located next to St. Louis Cathedral — the oldest Catholic cathedral in continual use in the United States — across from Jackson Square and the block long Pontalba buildings with their lacy ironworks.
She had one of the many artists who border the perimeter of the square draw a charcoal picture of her and for a souvenir to help remind her of the unique architecture of New Orleans, she purchased a picture of a Creole Entrésol Cottage with fanlight transoms, Spanish wrought iron railings on the balcony and multi-light French doors.
She also enjoyed visiting the Chalmette Battle Field and learning all about the Privateer Jean Lafitte and how he helped Col. Andrew Jackson save New Orleans from the British in the Battle of New Orleans. Before visiting the historic site she was unaware that the battle was actually fought in January 1815, after the War of 1812 was over, the treaty having been signed the previous December.
When the family got back off the vacation she started to read all about New Orleans and Mardi Gras on the Internet. She had never been to Mardi Gras, her father said it was debauchery and decadence at its extreme with all the fagots and drunks taking over the city.
But she discovered that just as the City That Care Forgot proclaimed, it was the greatest free show on Earth. She learned that Mardi Gras is for the young, the old, families, straights, gays, lesbians, singles, Mardi Gras is for everyone. She also discovered that New Orleans is famous for its many other festivals, the Louisiana Seafood Festival, the French Quarter Festival, the Wine and Food Experience Festival and the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival to name just a few of them.
She told herself that as soon as she got old enough to go on her own she was going to go visit the Crescent City again. She couldn’t wait to go to Mardi Gras and buy a Pat O’Brien’s Hurricane from the famous bar on St. Peter Street. She wanted to return to the lovely courtyard again — they visited it during the day and just looked around. She could hardly wait to go the Preservation Hall to hear live Jazz music or to see all the risqué decadence costumes on Bourbon Street on Mardi Gras day and the Southern Decadence Festival held later each year.
How her father could believe that New Orleans was debauchery and decadence at its extreme she’ll never understand. To Teddy, New Orleans was, no is, a city of elegance and grace at its finest.
Teddy’s father never beat her, her younger sister or her two brothers, one older and one younger. In fact, life at home was fairly easy. When she was in high school she didn’t even have a curfew like all her friends, although her father frowned on her if she came in after midnight.
The only reason she ever came in before midnight was because all her friends had curfews and she didn’t like roaming around Athens or Cuntsville all by herself.
Nor did her father preach his brand of politics to her other than to repeatedly warn her about not having sex outside of marriage and going with the wrong crowd. But he never did tell her what the ‘wrong crowd’ consisted of other than those kids who take drugs and smoke marijuana. In these two admonishments lay her father’s hypocrisy.
In the beginning of her senior year in high school she fell in love with Rick Chaney. They even talked of marriage after her graduation, he had graduated the year before. Although she hated Athens, she resigned herself to stay there with him and help him manage his father’s local feed and hardware store.
Rick’s father, looking towards retirement, told Rick that he would give the store to his only child when he got married. His father was 62 but married to a woman 25 years his junior.
Then just two weeks before her graduation Teddy’s father was arrested for indecent exposure, a state policeman caught him having sex with a young man in the back of the family van.
The two of them were parked along the side of Interstate 65. The policeman handcuffed them both, brought them to jail and had the van towed to the police station. A search of the van produced four bags of marijuana and some drug paraphernalia.
The charge was increased to include possession with intent to distribute. A urine test proved positive for drugs. The local district attorney also wanted to charge him with driving while under the influence of a controlled substance but her father’s lawyer got that charge thrown out since he wasn’t driving at the time of his arrest.
He also got the intent to distribute charge dropped. But that didn’t help her father’s reputation one bit.
The Huntsville and the local newspapers had a field day with the story.
Rick’s father — a strict conservative himself — told his son that he would
not allow the daughter of a ‘godless queer,’ as he called Teddy’s father, to inherit his feed and hardware store, he even refused to allow her to come into his store. He told Rick that he had to choose between marrying Teddy and inheriting the store. Rick chose the store.
It broke Teddy’s heart. Her father broke her heart. Two weeks after graduation she loaded her clothes and her few possessions in the back of her Jeep Cherokee and headed for New Orleans.
After two months her savings ran out and she turned to prostitution in order to pay her bills. Although she got arrested once for prostitution and had to pay a fine, she was making money and doing pretty good. For three years she enjoyed Mardi Gras and the sights of New Orleans. She fell in love with Professor Longhair’s song, Go To The Mardi Gras.
Then she met Edgar.
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Teddy’s feet are shackled to the ends of a meter long wooden poll. The poll is attached to a chain that is bolted to an eyebolt in the baseboard in the near wall. She is handcuffed at the wrists. The cuffs are looped through a large O ring which is attached to a cable. The cable is run through an eyebolt in the ceiling above her head and then across the room through a second eyebolt. From there the cable runs down the wall and is attached to the baseboard near the entrance door.
Thus, just by loosing the chain attached to the wooden poll and then pulling on the cable, Edgar can raise the woman he has chained up in the punishment room, or he can lower her and take the slack out of the chain, leaving her stretched across the floor and unable to move.
Teddy has been lying naked on the floor stretched out since Edgar brought her here the previous evening, powerless to do anything except struggle against the cable and shackles. Her torn clothing lay in a heap in the corner.
When he enters the room she lets out a muffled scream. He ignores her.
He loosens the chain, walks over to the entrance and pulls on the cable that is running across the ceiling, forcing her to stand up. He continues to pull on the cable until only her toes are touching the wooden floor. He hooks the cable in place. He walks over to her and grabs her by the hair, staring blankly into her face. She looks back at him bewildered and imploringly.
He punches her hard in the stomach several times. She squeezes her eyes shut, groans and gags, nearly vomiting.
Then he goes to the other side of the room and picks up the new leather whip. He beats her with it. She grimaces in pain and tries to turn away from the blows. But the shackles and cable prevent her from escaping his torment. He hits her again and again until she surrenders and hangs motionless and crying.
All the while he is beating her he curses his mother and Donna. He curses his mother for taking his precious Donna away from him and he curses Donna for being a whore.
‘Oh Donna, Oh mother. I had a mother Donna wasn’t her name. Since she left me my mind’s not the same. Cause I love my mother. Mother where have you gone? Donna where have you gone?’
When he finally stops whipping Teddy, there are deep red welts all over her naked body, on her back, her buttocks, her legs, her arms, her breasts, her sides, her stomach and her vagina, several of them are bleeding. He throws the whip across the room and inspects the prostitute’s wounds.
Then he picks up the twenty-five centimeter piece of broomstick that he left on the floor and rams hard it into her vagina. The pain brings a muffled cry from deep within her throat. He pulls it out until only the tip is still within her and then he rams it hard back into her again. He watches her squirm in pain.
Again and again he rapes her with the wooden dildo, ignoring her muffled cries. He continues torturing and raping her until his arm is tired. Then he backs away from her, dropping the broomstick on the floor in front of her.
He hears his mother calling him, ‘Come here you little bastard.’
He is suddenly filled with fear. He knows that his mother will ‘cut it off’ if she catches him with the naked prostitute. He calls to Donna to help him.
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