The Disposal

Author: Always RDM

`You should sign up for the disposal`.

`Whats the disposal?`.

`You don`t know. They handle all your problems. Just dump the body with your membership number and its all done.`

Olly still had a mystified look on his face so Junck explained. Just imagine you have this dead girl stinking up the place and you have to cut her up in the bath, wrap her up in towels and plastic and take a long drive to the countryside at night for three hours worth of shallow grave digging. Its a right pain. For a small fee you can just night deposit the body and they handle the rest.

Olly felt it was a bit like cheating. Surely body disposal is part of the price for an enjoyable kill. Like a hangover after a night on the lash. It was the only thing slowing him down. What would stop him from upping his day of rage once a month to once a week. It could well be the smell of the corpse that gave him the most pleasure. It had permeated the walls to his flat for years. A comforting homely smell that welcomed him after a hard days work.

`Do I have to dump the body fresh or can I keep it for a while before disposal?`

Junck looked at Olly realising maybe his suggestion was too clinical, taking away too much of the enjoyment of murder. It had not crossed his mind people like to moon over trophies for a while. He just enjoyed the frenzy, the struggle, the absolute fear of his victim. Once over he just wanted to sleep and re-imagine. For Junck a quick trip to the disposal was ideal. Who needs the mess, the stink. Obviously Olly does. Maybe it was a bad idea telling Olly. Maybe the best option now was to give Olly a one time tour…..