The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Document: Grace Budd
I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked up
When we got there I told her to remain outside, pick wild flowers
I went upstairs and stripped all of my clothes off
I knew if I did not I would get her blood on them
When all was ready I went to the window and called her
Then I hid in the closet until she was in the room
She saw me all naked and began to cry and tried to run downstairs
I grabbed her and she said she would tell her mama
First I stripped her naked
How she did kick bite and scratch
I choked her to death
Then I cut her into small pieces so I could take my meat to my room, cook and eat it
Sweet and tender, her ass was roasted in the oven
It took me nine days to eat her entire body
I did not fuck her
Though I could have as I wished
She died a virgin