Chapter 17

Mills escorts me to Dahmer's cell. It's covered with hand drawn art work that he had worked on since his "death" in prison. The card is swiped and the elaborately long access code is entered.

"I'll be fine from here." I hand Mills my service weapon and close the door behind the rolling desk chair I brought with me.

Mills looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I did. I knew this guy could dissect me like a school science experiment using only his pinkie fingernail. The fear emitting from me was very obvious to Dahmer.

"Good morning sir. You're new around these parts aren't you? My name's Jeffrey." He extends his hand out. I reach with mine, shaking just enough to be noticeable.

"Yes sir, name's Gregg, brand new around here Jeffrey, but the honor is all mine; meeting one of the most notorious and prolific serial killers in the United States history is nothing short of a god damn honor." Of course, I was practically sick to my stomach, touching the hand that physically dismembered human bodies and attempted to turn live humans into zombies by drilling holes in the frontal lobe area of the brain and applying hydrochloric acid with a syringe.

All available wall space is covered with pictures, like I said before. Now I am getting a close up view, these drawings are depicting the destruction and torture of his victims. All the drawings are done in pencil and red ink or crayon or something.

"That's their blood. The red on the pictures, that's their blood." Dahmer points down at the scratches and scraps on his arms, "When I consumed parts of each of them, they became a part of my inner most being, my life blood. Much like the blood Jesus Christ shed for us, his children. I shed their blood in remembrance of them; in remembrance of the time we spent together, in remembrance of the life they gave up to strengthen my soul. I see them all as my children, but also as my lovers." Dahmer's monologue was through, the oddest part was his face never changed, as the tone and emotion of dialogue rollercoastered, his face never reflected it.

"Jeffrey, that is utterly fascinating. Pure poetry from the mind of a genius. Did you really kill the first kid because you didn't want him to leave? What happens if I get up and want to leave now? Are you going to try to kill me?" I was genuinely curious about this; I was kinda trapped in here with him.

"Gregg, listen friend, if I wanted you dead it would be done. I am doing God's work now. The Lord gives the commands and I execute them, the best I can." He winks at me and covers his mouth as his eyes peer towards the ceiling, "Don't worry, the Lord loves you too much to let me take you."

I lean back and cross my legs again, "Ahh, excellent. I'll have to meet that guy one day."

"Oh, don't worry, you will and you better hope you're saved, saved enough that he will accept you in his kingdom." Dahmer actually smiles as he says this. Emotion finally.

"Listen Jeff, tell me a story, tell me your favorite story. Tell me about your favorite kill. If I like it, I'll make sure you get the next "special visitor"." It's really easy negotiating with a cannibalistic psychopath with mommy and daddy issues.

Dahmer jumps up from his bed and charges at me, I only had enough time to unfold my legs before he was hovering over top of me. He stuck his right hand out, "Deal!"

"Damn, deal Jeff, deal." Now I can take a breath.

"Are you sure?" Asked Dahmer with what seemed to be legitimate concern.

"Sure, fire away." I respond with confidence but I wasn't sure at all. This man made all other beings look like saints compared to him.

"First off, I wanted to make it clear to you that I did not just take the lives of seventeen males, try forty-six, not including the food they bring me here." Pride seemingly flowed from his cannibalistic mouth.

"We can get the numbers straight anytime, right Jeff? Focus for me, tell me the tale about little Konerak. Tell me everything. Did you have your eyes on him after you molested his older brother in 1988? Or…" Dahmer jumps in to clarify the record, as if it meant anything.

"First of all little Konkon's older brother sucked my dick. I never did anything to him. He sucked MY dick and licked my balls. Excuse my language but this is a very sensitive topic for me." He speaks and holds himself as if he were in front of a classroom behind a podium.

"Konkon, that's my nickname for him."

I interject, "Sorry Jeff that is or was your nickname for Konerak?"

He points to a long skull sitting on his nightstand next to his bed. It's resting on top of a copy of The Bible. Jeff walks over and picks it up, cradling it like a baby and stroking it with his free hand, petting it, "Would you like to hold him?"

Trying to remain calm and contain my wits, "Uhhh, No Jeff, no thank you."

Jeffrey takes the skull back to his night stand but before placing it back on top of that Bible he kisses it and almost made it look like it was kissing him back. It appears this guy is not as superficial as he was documented in the newspapers.

"Sweet little Konkon. I found him at the corner store, down from 213. He was trying to buy a pack of Topps baseball cards, the packs with the hard stale gum in them. The clerk was yelling at him for not have the extra penny it cost, poor little Konkon didn't understand the meaning of sales tax." Jeffrey brushed his parted hair back with his right hand as he leans his head back as if he were receiving a blowjob.

"Is this were you come in and save the day?" I ask, trying to get him back on track.

"Certainly Gregg. I walked in and I paid the sales tax and bought two more packs. I used said packs to get Konkon to come back to my apartment, I was lonely. He was very young, very gullible. Adults usually need to see the dollar bills or be promised something very eccentric to trick them, but children are by far less apprehensive. I paid for the packs and struck up a loosey as we exited the store together." Dahmer pulls out a cigarette now as he reminisces about his past successes.

I lean in and offer a light for him, I don't smoke but I read his profile, I was prepared. He gently places the cig in between his lips, softly. I strike the lighter and he grabs my wrist and cups the bottom of my hand with his. It felt like he was cupping a set of balls, the way he rolled his left hand back and forth on the bottom of my hand. He slowly and methodically eased the flame to the edge of his cigarette and puffed twice to contain the burn.

"Thank you Gregg. Shall we continue?" He was a very well-spoken man but I knew he was some sort of chameleon, able to change his camouflage at the drop of a hat.

"Definitely Jeff, let's keep going. Here's what I have so far, you find Konerak in the corner store and you save the day. You then offer him solace in your apartment as you guys look through the baseball cards, right?" I didn't need to skim any notes to remember that little bit of information.

"You are correct Gregg. So, we enter my apartment, the aroma in the air was perfect. Little Konkon didn't think so but the smell of a decomposing body mixed with mold and fresh meat, there's nothing like it. As I'm letting him open up his new baseball cards, I just stare at his beautiful face and observe the different emotions he goes through as he recognizes Nolan Ryan and John Smoltz. Pure bliss for him, pure unharnessed bliss and excitement. It turned me on to see him smile and bounce up and down on the couch." Jeff leans in towards me, places his left hand over the side of his mouth and whispers, "I wish he was bouncing on my penis."

He leans back, never changing the expression on his face, even as I can clearly tell he is becoming aroused as he tells the story. I refused to interrupt him again with any meaningless questions, "Alright, excellent stuff Jeff, continue please."

"Naturally, as I watch this young boy bounce up and down on my couch and add in the aroma that was floating around in the apartment, it wasn't easy to resist having sex with him, so I didn't. He looked me directly in my face and I smiled to him, trying to comfort him. I grabbed his arms and flipped him over, he was screaming as if he didn't know what I was doing. He didn't speak English. I pulled Konkon's shorts down, he didn't wear underwear, and I attempted to penetrate his anus with my penis." Jeffrey made a face, as if a struggle were ensuing, as if this moment was actually that fateful moment in 1988.

"Calm down Jeff, calm down. Continue on, I don't mind the details. Just remember, you're here with me, this is not that time." I didn't want to lose Dahmer because he has been "saved" and was struggling to get the details out. I knew everything about this event, it was highly publicized but I wanted to hear it from his monotone voice.

He begins to weep just a little bit and removes his thin plastic frame eye glasses, "All I saw was blood, I supposed my penis was too big for him or the struggle was too much but he was bleeding from his rectum. He caught me, literally, with my pants down. Konkon pushed me to the floor and sprinted out of the apartment, barely getting his shorts back up over his beautiful little boy bottom."

"After I got my pants situated, gave tried my best to get to him before he drew too much attention to the apartment, but it wasn't fear of being caught, it was the fear of losing Konkon. I really liked him. Those two whores embraced him and kept him away from, they knew him, they knew he wasn't mine but I knew he wasn't theirs either. Shortly the police arrived." His eyes drew very wide, emotion? Fear? Pleasure?

He has now crossed his legs and placed both hand on one knee, "Well the officers could obviously tell he was emotional, I took them to the side and clearly explained that Konkon was nineteen years old and we were having an argument over drinks. Those fucking women continued to tug and yell at the police trying to get them to listen. They were trying to take little Konkon from me.

"I was convincing enough that the officers turned him over to my custody. These officers were obviously very incompetent and inept, they didn't come into the apartment, they didn't run either of our names, and they didn't do anything to even try to keep us apart. I flipped the bird at the two women and put my arm around Konkon and held on to him. He was very apprehensive about entering my apartment again but I reminded him about the baseball cards." A very slight smirk appears on Dahmer's face, he thought he was absolutely clever.

"The officer's followed us back to my place and into the living room. How they didn't investigate the aroma, the death in the air, I'll never know but they didn't. I shook both of their hands and wished them well on their crime fighting duties."

"Shortly after the officers left, probably twenty minutes, I raped Konkon and I raped him again. The stench of his feces on my penis mixed with the decomposition of my previous victim in the air was intoxicating. After I raped him, I slit his throat but not deep enough to kill him. His blood flowed slowly from his neck; I capture it with one of my glasses from the kitchen. I filled two glasses, one for me and one for him. His blood, everyone's blood, is like syrup, it's like maple syrup. It's consistency and density is remarkable to me. I forced Konkon to drink as I drank, this filled my body with another's life force and it allowed more and more blood to flow from his neck. I captured as much blood as I could and put it in the freezer, dessert for later." He unknowingly was licking his lips as he was telling me every little detail.

"Later on that night as Konkon was losing his clutch on life and accepting his new fate as my eternal life mate, I cut opened his chest with a kitchen knife, I used a sheet metal hammer to pop each rib, making the pieces manageable. I cleared all obstacles in my way while I was gaining access to his heart. He was still alive at this point, with his lungs, heart, and all his innards exposed, I leaned over him and kissed his lips with the most amount of passion I had ever felt in my life. I will never forget that kiss nor will it ever be topped."

"His little heart was thumping and pounding, thump, thump, thump, thump…faster and faster. I knew I didn't have much more time, I held his hand as he transitioned into the darkness, into the hands of another. The reaper took him and his soul was gone along with his life. Konkon had left me, for better or worse. Gregg, you wouldn't believe the emotional aspect in a moment like this, its gut wrenching, depressing isn't even an accurate word for this. When he slipped away into the afterlife I could feel his blood inside me, pumping through my veins, trying to exit my veins. The afterlife wanted all of his life force, but I wouldn't give up that easy. I locked myself in my science lab of a bedroom for three days, strapped myself down with belts and sheets and listened to my favorite song, over and over again." Dahmer's eyes close as he slowly rocks himself back and forth in his chair, never uncrossing his legs or removing his hands from his knee.

I needed to show this man I knew EVERYTHING about him, "Right, ummm, "Somebody to Love" by Jefferson Airplane, right Jeff?"

"Damn right Gregg, I loved that song. That's all I ever really wanted out of life, just someone to love. Just someone to love me. I never had that. Never. But I do believe the Lord has given me a second chance by having this organization acquire me and keep me. I'm beginning to feel loved down here." He smiles as he finishes his pathetic love spiel.

I insist, "Tell me more about Konerak, what did you do with him once you removed yourself from solitary?"

"Don't you want somebody to love, don't you need somebody to love!" Dahmer has totally become lost in the song and retreats to his bed, laying spread eagle on his back with his arms up as if he were binding himself down.

"Alright Jeff, rest up buddy and I'll come visit you again later, maybe I'll have a treat for you." I turn to the camera and spin my finger in the air, signaling Mills to let me out.

As I exit, Mills is looking at me very concerned as Dahmer is still singing Jefferson Airplane at the top of his lungs. I pull the desk chair back out f the room and make sure I didn't drop anything just in case Dahmer slips into a suicidal or depressive state of some sort.

"Well, I think that went very well." I say happily to Mills. "We need to find a young Philippine looking boy around 14-16 years old for Dahmer."

"What? You just went off on us for our "feeding" practices and now you don't even want to wait for someone to trap themselves, you want to go hand pick someone? What the fuck happened in there?" The yelling didn't bother me as much as the questioning did.

I clearly explain, "He won't kill him, I feel good about this, he just wants Konerak back. Let's get close. I am figuring him out and if I figure out what makes him tick then maybe we can use him more efficiently and control him better. The conversation I just had with him was actually one of the more intelligent and genuine conversations I've had with anyone in a long time. He gets me and I get him."

"Jesus, you're fucked up man. Overnight you flip on everything you stand for? You have no morals now?" Mills sad attempt at judging me.

"Start searching Mills, now!"