Victoria Saffell: Obsessive Murder

“I love her, that’s why I had to. That’s why I had to make her completely mine. I saw how she was still in love with that man. He never treated her with respect even after he was married to Nicole Burlington, a simple good-for-nothing trophy wife. Those two deserve each other with their hate. Hate for animals—hate for nature—hate for common human decency—hate for each other. They are despicable; I should have gone after the woman too. They deserve each other—even in death. That man, Robert Burlington, deserved what he got for hurting the most perfect, pure, beautiful, magnificent woman in the universe. The stars twinkle in sight of her. Pam Preston is what gives me life—motive—meaning. Without her I would be nothing. Every day I see her in her office—even if she doesn’t know. We go on wonderful dates to the café. But that man had to ruin all of it. She tries to hide her affection for Burlington through taunts and opposition. It kills me on the inside, so I had to kill him. To get back what was mine.

I spoke to Chris Cunningham, a man who used to be close to Burlington in college, weeks before the death about how that man was going to sabotage Chris’s speech. That speech can get Chris the top position for CEO. I told him that if Burlington cheated on the internship exams, then he will most definitely sabotage the speeches. I thought that Chris’s hate would help me, and it did, but not long enough.

I tapped into so many people’s hate to get my love back. I saw how Vic Velto was in debt to Burlington. I saw how Timothy Taylor’s business was in danger if that man won the CEO position. I intensified their hate for that man, so that I could be free with my love, the glorious Pam Preston. I could let no one hurt her.

But I made miscalculations. I am just a simple dog trainer that never finished college math. I mow lawns and do odd jobs for those with money. Pam saw more in me than a poor man. She saw my dedication—my use—my true self. I know she only plays hard to get with me. That’s what she does to that man. I know she loves me deep on the inside. That’s why I have to get rid of her false affection for that man.

Five days before that man’s body was found, I went on a late night walk to Burlington’s home. His wife’s car was missing, but the door was unlocked. I stumbled in and searched for that man’s room. I walked so silently, but the kitchen light turned on. I acted quickly, grabbing a kitchen knife and stabbed him, and stabbed him, and stabbed him until he stopped clawing me—fighting back. I saw the hideous light in his eyes die out. It was the greatest day of my life after meeting Pam. The blood on my hands was so warm when I killed that man. When the deed was done, I locked Burlington’s front door and walked back home in the dimly lighted night sky. I knew I couldn’t be with Pam if you people found me, so I cleaned up.

You people didn’t find his body for five days. Nicole Burlington was on a week-long trip, so she could not have known that her dead husband was a motionless corpse on the kitchen floor. Even dead that man was a waste of space. But this is where my mistakes piled up; you found my fingertips on the knife; you found my blood underneath his fingernails; you found his blood on my shoes; you found my dog’s hair on that man’s clothing. I should’ve done better to capture my love. I failed—I failed—I FAILED! My alibi was not good enough. Saying that I was dog-sitting and staying at home wasn’t enough. I failed. Why did my blood have to be all over him? Why did my shoes have to make blood imprints? HE RUINED EVERYTHING! Everything I love was destroyed because of THAT MAN.

Is that what all you wanted, officer? My failure of taking Pam’s love—her affection. I miss her so much. Her walk—her talk—her everything. Can you ask her to talk to me? Tell her to come visit me. I miss her so much. I love her. WAIT! DON’T LEAVE! TELL HER—TELL HER THAT MATTHEW MALOY LOVES HER!”