Confession to the Murder Of Knives Chau

Confession To The Murder Of Knives Chau

It was a warm December afternoon. I was laying in the bed when I got a motion sensing alert on my phone from the front door. I looked at the time, it was 2PM. I check the video and saw a UPS man setting down a large box. I knew she was here.

There was excitement in the air. This was what I was waiting for. I picked up the heavy box covered in Chinese writing and brought it into the living room. I cut the straps off the box and cut it open. I was greeted with the most perfect body. The skin was made of TPE (Thermo Plastic Elastamor). It was cold to the touch, but the breasts were nice and firm.

The legs, arms, and head were missing. In the box, was a bald head. I screwed the head into the top of the body, careful not to cross-thread her. I found a wig of long black hair in the box. I put it on her and looked into her life-like eyes. There was a see-through pink knight shirt that I put on her.

I put her in a chair and texted my family. I named her Knives Chau, After the Chinese girl in Scott Pilgrim Saves The World. I felt in love again for the first time in years. This was the one.

Almost a week later, My younger brother and his wife came over and I introduced them. It went surprisingly well. Everyone seemed to get along. The next day I fell to sleep with Knives in the other room. I work at night and left the back door open. I forgot to turn on my wireless cameras that would alert me to any activity in the yard.

I was in heaven that night, Still in my honeymoon period. Thinking of her beautiful face. When I got a text from my younger brother. It was a cell phone video of me sleeping. I knew that he had been alone with Knives. I dont know what happened, but she could not look me in the eye.

This reminded me of my first love. I named her Country. She was a doll that was used to teach people how to dance. My mother had replaced her face. It was a monstrosity. I still cant remember what she originally looked like. That relationship was over. I couldnt look at her anymore, just as I could no longer look at Knives.

I picked Knives up and threw her into the trunk of my car. I drove to the dumpster behind my older brothers business. I picked her up. Feeling her in my arms that last time. Then I threw her in. I left her beautiful hair on. I couldnt take that from her. I looked at her one last time, as she was laying there helpless. No arms or legs, No way for her to crawl out. I covered her with some plastic tables and I left.

It was tough leaving her out in the cold. But I was happy that my older brother at least got to be near her that week. Even though he didnt know, She was in the dumpster down below.