Chapter five
"Beep" "beep" "beep" your awake ben, are you alert enough to help us get a picture of what
happened that night. First off, detective I'm investigator Royce the agent assigned to your case, and
I want to catch the person who did this to you just as bad as you do. Well Royce first off, this is my case
mate, My unsub as you guys like to call it. and I want lead on this case or I'll refused to help and go
about it my own direction this son of a bitch took half of my face where I had to get a skin graft from all
parts of my body to cover veins that he exposed, I'm taking this case.
We can sit here and keep pissing back-and-forth or we can catch a criminal. Fine let's catch a
criminal this is inspector Royce and this is ben Wilson's account of What Took Place September fifth on
a Saturday. "I" detective Ben Wilson pulled up to what I thought was a buddy of mine who I went to
school with. My son had told me he seen Jared in town and since we went to high school together I
figured he'd be at his parents where we'd hang out before and after school. So I arrive at Jared shack
and was reminiscing about the past, when the conversation took a turn for crazy he started on me about
my transgressions as a child where I let a student who was a bully and I was friends with the bully and
Jared and did not stick up for Jared when he was being picked on. So as you see he was holding a
grudge from when we were children. "So what happen next", detective Wilson, so after I thought the
conversation was over and at a close I got hit over the head with a shovel and blacked out, had to be
close to an hour. When I woke up I was tied to a brown dining room chair both arms and legs as well as
he took my issued pistol and the holster and left it on the counter while he was getting ingredients
together to begin cooking, all of a sudden the freak starts zooming around the kitchen and getting a
whole concoction together and looked happy as he was doing it, suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks
and began panicking and disappeared from the room. When the freak re-appeared he had a WebCam,
laptop, and a website pull up that he was recording on. At a glance I could make out eaten alive.com. His
Statement was don't want to miss when the magic happens, as he made sure all the connections in
pieces were aligned and already to go.
Soon after I pretended to come to he mentioned he was going to make spaghetti and
meatballs and garlic bread for his next dish. Even the freak made a reference again saying now the good
part as he pulled a needle out of his black bag and shot it in my neck and in my face and as the numbing
agent was kicking in he felt he had to mention he was after my son and when I came to his house, it
proposed opportunistic cuisine. I could see the surgical knife entering my face and cutting out pieces of
my flesh, I couldn't for the life of me feel a thing or even try to move even though that's what I tried and
thought about the whole time. I watched and counted as the knife entering and exiting my flesh about
