It was a beautiful early May evening. The late evening sun shone warmly on my face and body as I maneuvered my overly extended belly behind the steering wheel of my car. My baby boy was due to make his entrance into the world in less than two weeks, so I was out shopping, picking up those last minute items that would make the nursery complete and perfect for my son’s arrival. Just as I settled into my seat and closed my door, the passenger door was yanked open. I turned just in time to see his ugly pocked marked face jammed so close to mine we could have kissed. With his foul breath blowing in my face he ordered me to stay quiet and drive. I had no choice but to do what he said, for I could feel the tip of the blade from the knife he held to my stomach and with a quick downward glance, I saw the blade was big enough to gut a deer. I begged him not to kill my baby and me. I offered him my jewelry, money, credit cards and car to let me go and promised I wouldn’t tell a soul. He took all I had offered, but that wasn’t enough, he had to take my life and my baby’s life too. I knew I was dead. I couldn’t feel anything anymore…not physically. I watched him as he stood over my lifeless body and as a cruel and insane grin crept across his face. Again he plunged that knife into my body just below my rib cage and pulled it down to my pelvis. My swollen abdomen burst open like a gruesome pinata. He removed my baby and began to dissect my sweet angel with one hand as he masturbated with the other. So enthralled in his sick ectasy, he didn’t notice the police as they arrived. He was arrested, tried, and given two consecutive life sentences…one for my unborn baby and one for me. Several monthslater, while in prison, someone murdered him as he worked in the prison laundry. He was beaten, sodomized and castrated, then thrown into the scalding hot water of the industrial prison washers that were washing the white prison sheets. He was quite dead when discovered by the prison guards.
As I told you, he was given two life sentences…that was only one. Like me, he was reincarnated and given a second life to live. I will not rest until he serves his next life term….
This novel by Bailey Morgan Warner will send chills up and down your spine and make you wonder if the execution of any mass murderer truly means the end of his murderous rampage.