[The officer rings the doorbell]
Mrs. Greenwood? Good morning, ma’am. I am officer Johnson. I came here today about your missing daughter. A 21 year-old Carrie Greenwood, correct?
Well, yes. We did find her. Partly. What I mean to say is that while our DNA tests matched her body to the samples you provided us, facial recognition is… let’s say highly unlikely. And while we have recovered most of her remains, three of her limbs are still airborne, the shipment being scheduled to arrive tomorrow. I can assure you that our team works around the clock in order to find what used to be her left arm. But trust me ma’am, we have an area of over five square miles to cover and there is a chance that, if found, the arm will reach you a tad too late to fit in the grave.
Yes. She is dead. But I think, for what it’s worth, you should take heart and consider her death a good thing for your daughter. Considering the excruciating pain she has been exposed to, she would have lived like nothing more than a limbless vegetable on a hospital bed, without the sense of seeing and… with no tongue.
Yes ma’am. Her tongue was among the first parts that your daughter had to lose. By the way it was cut, I would say that the murderer was annoyed by her screaming. It was probably right after he started chopping her ears and cutting her face. But if it can shed a ray of light on this bleak day you are having, those cuts have almost healed by the time she passed away. It was a different kind of torture that made Carrie lose the final fight.
No, please, try to remain calm. I know how hard this is for you. I have a child myself and I know that losing him would bring me to the end of my days. If it’s any consolation, Carrie must have died of sheer horror. Not pain. By the time her left foot was virtually ripped apart by that devilish machinery in the basement she was encaged in, she must have probably passed out. Everything that followed was in the dark for her. And I would say, also, for her best.
You know, the only things she must have felt before her heart reached 200 bpm and snapped, was the peeling of the skin on her forearms. This must have come as some sort of punishment from the slaughterer. Your daughter, after having one of her legs sliced and salted, tried to chew her own hands. Out of desperation. In order to get out of those handcuffs. And while most normal people would have fainted after eating a finger, Carrie’s tremendous fear determined her brain to block the instinct of self-preservation and her teeth gained a mechanical strength. Her lack of feeling actually made her not only spit but also swallow parts of her fingers. The irony is that by the time she was caught in the act, she only had one thumb left. Almost free.
Do you need a glass of water? You look kinda pale. This should bring a smile on your face. You know, Carrie chipped two of her front teeth. That happened while chewing on her fingers. She ran into her engagement ring. Her teeth clutched onto it with such strength that they snapped. We found the ring in her stomach, at the autopsy. Here, I believe you may want to hang onto it. We washed all the blood and bodily fluids off it.
What happened afterwards…well, Carrie never felt anything anymore. Definitely not after the first in the series of sledgehammer hits to the back of her skull. You know, her head looks half the size of the one of a baby-born now. And the face…I really would suggest not to have an open coffin. Her facial structure was irremediably damaged by prolonged contact with a hot iron.
Her eyes must have remained open, thus causing a violent reaction from the assassin. He injected her ocular ducts with pure adrenaline. But the overwhelming fear rendered your daughter unconscious before rapid cardiac action sprayed her tears ten feet from the meat hook she was hanging from in the cage.
One thing is for sure. All bodily parts belong to your daughter. We double-checked the ones in the cage, with the DNA from the hook, ceiling, sledgehammer and the chunks found in the electric meat-slicer. We still haven’t found the blades and the knives. As for the rodent bites all over her neck and shoulders, we found half a dozen of rats within the walls of the basement. We also had a tough time cleaning the body of all vermin, but I am afraid you will still feel a specific stench once you see the bag of flesh that used to be your sweet daughter.
No ma’am. I’m afraid we have no clue whatsoever on who the killer may be. But look on the bright side; this happens only to an insignificantly small number of extremely unfortunate families. Normally, these things do not happen. Your daughter meeting such a deranged individual is just an exception. Rest assured. Suicide is out of the question.
Thank you for your time, ma’am. I will be waiting for you at the morgue later on today. Please try to be fast, as we cannot hold the decomposing process for much longer. Have a wonderful day!