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down the path at the side of the track where the inky blackness of the night swallowed them up. In the woods beyond a night owl hooted and Angela Clarkson began to hope and pray that she would get out of this alive. They reached the disused bridge, which they skirted and he guided her down a path to the right of it. It was here that he told her to stop. They were only thirty yards from the Old Chester Road, and almost opposite the place where he had lain in wait for his first victim. “Take your clothes off and turn around,” he ordered. Nervously, she began to comply. He saw her clothes falling to the ground, until she was naked, facing away from him. Her body stiffened as she sensed him getting closer to her and, when he placed one of his hands on her buttocks she flinched involuntarily. Whether or not it was because she touched him, she never knew but without any warning, her tights were around her neck and she was desperately fighting for breath and her life. Unable to breath, she sank slowly to her knees then she felt his knee in her back, forcing her head into the ground. Her face sank into the soft black soil causing her to vomit and retch violently as she took her last breath on earth. Angela died a horrible death and she didn’t die easily. In his highly emotional state, he found himself ejaculating. As he relaxed his grip he began to smile. All the tension was leaving his body and he started to regain control of himself. Just as he had done with his first victim, he began to fondle her breasts before telling himself that he had to stick to his plan. He adjusted his own dress and pulled the dead woman’s blouse over her head covering her breasts and the top half of her body. Leaving the macabre scene, he returned to his car, which he had parked nearby. Upon his return, he parked the vehicle as close to the opening as possible. Resuming his task, he moved the lifeless body to within a couple of feet of the car, then, he lifted the inert frame, and placed the body in the passenger seat. He reasoned that if by chance anyone saw them, they would automatically assume she was drunk or asleep. Again, leaving nothing to chance, he positioned the seat belt around her. Gathering up all her belongings which he placed in the boot, he seated himself behind the wheel, and, before moving off he satisfied himself that all was well. He turned to the body beside him saying, “alright love, let me take you home.” As the car moved forward her head rolled onto his shoulder. He thought this highly amusing, and he began to smile. It was a smile of sweet satisfaction at a job well done, well almost. In no time at all they were at the extreme edge of the car park.
    During the short journey he hadn’t seen a soul and now, in the pitch black of the night, he had the place to himself and the lifeless body. He switched off the lights and waited a few minutes whilst his eyes grew accustomed to the dark. Then it was time to go. Time to finish off his grim night’s work. He manoeuvred her legs out of the car, and placed her cold hands upon his shoulders then, with a swift lift, and an imperceptible grunt, she was on his shoulder and he made his way to the ditch. Her body was getting colder and it actually felt heavier but it hardly mattered as he reached the designated spot. He let her body slide into the ditch, and in a final macabre gesture, he lifted her blouse to expose her breasts. Even in death he was not prepared to afford her any dignity at all. After collecting all of her clothes, he returned with them to the ditch where he threw them beside the stiffening corpse. He rifled through her handbag, pocketing all the money and two plastic sachets that he assumed would contain drugs. “Great,” he murmured as he stood up to go. “Absolutely great, sort this one out you clever bloody coppers.”
    He walked casually away from the scene with the night’s events to be reviewed, and enjoyed constantly just like a living picture, only this