After collecting my trophies, I wrapped the bodies up in plastic garbage bags and carried them outside. Amy and her husband, like many people in the country, burned wood to heat their house. They used an outdoor furnace and it was big enough to hold 500pounds of wood. Tonight, it would hold 200 pounds of formally blonde female flesh. I threw some wood in the furnace, threw the daughter in first, and then sat Amy’s body on the door frame and pushed her backwards into the furnace. I used the long steel poker to push her legs inside and got her centered in the firebox. I then threw some more wood on top of the bodies. They starting burning in short order and I closed the door. I went in the house and gathered up my trophys and tools, turned the thermostat all the way up, opened a few windows, and left the house for the husband to find empty. I knew within hours the soft tissue would be gone and all that would be left is small pieces of bone. Not much for the funerals.
As it worked out, the husband wasn’t a nice guy and was having issues with Amy. The domestic violence calls to the police from her family made him the prime suspect in their muders. While he does life in prison, I have my trophies to remind me of the afternoon spent with inside Amy and her daughter.
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