I remembered the kitchen well. It is here were I raped the young mother to be over the kitchen table that is now gone. And the Realtor is more focused on what is front of her than behind, as I pulled out the Potato Sock.
Quite simply, the Potato sock is a non-lethal device that has a large, massive potato that is in a sock. I used all of my arm’s strength to swing the sock downward to the realtor’s head. The first blow caused her to collapse with little noise from her. When she fell onto the floor, she started to continue to move. But a second strike caused her to collapse completely with no movement.
I quickly picked up her purse and lifted the unconscious body of the woman and carried her to my Range Rover. Once there, I placed duct tape over her eyes and around her head and wrapped three lock ties around her wrists and behind her back.
After I got into the driver’s seat I went through her purse and found a gun and a I-phone among the contents. The phone needs to be pitched as I know that it can be tracked.
I left the unlocked house and her car with the still unconscious realtor leaning over the center console from the passenger seat. By the time somebody realized that something happened to this woman we will be far gone.
I am over two and a half hours from home, and it will be dark by the time I get there. A few miles from the place of the assault, I came to the Blue River where I drove into a fishing spot. There I threw her purse out into the woods and dumped her expensive I-phone into the river. There is no way that she can be tracked now.
She started to moan from the assault soon after we left the river. The sun is almost down, and I plan to reach I-65 as it gets dark. Plenty of time for fear to envelope my new sex object.
