letvor's Cave

[Ralphus]

What the hell is so "hilarious" about seeing actual footage of a dog being hit by a car? Seriously, is that funny to you?

[Ralphus]

In fact, what the hell am I waiting for? Post deleted.

[Ralphus]

I don't know about you, but I'm having insanely good fun!

I don't know about you, but I was already having a bad day and you just made it worse. I like you as an online personality and as an occasional email correspondent. (I do hate your taste in music but that's just my opinion.) I skip a lot of the GIMP site but I always tune into Letvor's Cave since it takes the fetish into a bolder and more unusual point of view. Sometimes the tone is a bit over the top even for me and I just kind of grimace and don't say anything because technically it fits the theme of the site and I don't like to be the bad guy around here, especially since I'm not around much anymore.

But I check in tonight and see that footage you posted and it just got me mad. I really don't have a problem with showing women as victims (hell, that's the whole fucking theme of this twisted site) but I draw the line at seeing animals suffer. You probably don't know that I make a living running a food cart that helps animals. I have a cat at home that's a pain in my ass sometimes but I love her and I do everything I can to make her happy. I love all animals and seeing that poor dog get hit by a car and you essentially laughing at it just makes me question what kind of person would find this funny? I know you cheer for serial killers but would you kick a dog and laugh as it cowered back in pain? Maybe I'm taking too large of a leap here, but I'm being honest in how I feel.

Let's not post any more shit like that again, okay?

[letvor]

Thank you for bringing to my attention that my post was inappropriate, Mr. Ralphus.

When you remove or modify one of my posts, I don't see you

(...)as the bad guy around here (...)

; instead, I see you as someone who is protecting this wonderful site and other members. Also, I want to emphasize once again that I am very grateful that I can express (of course, not all of it but) a part of my personality in this place. That means a lot to me. Thank you.

I like you as an online personality and as an occasional email correspondent.

The feeling is mutual, dear Ralphus. It always bring me pleasure when you join the conversation.

(I do hate your taste in music but that's just my opinion.)

You're not the only one, believe me!

I skip a lot of the GIMP site but I always tune into Letvor's Cave since it takes the fetish into a bolder and more unusual point of view.

I'm glad you like what I write. And I will strive to make the posts even better and more vivid.

(...) but would you kick a dog and laugh as it cowered back in pain? Maybe I'm taking too large of a leap here, but I'm being honest in how I feel.

I definitely would never do that (and I have never done anything similar). I am someone who observes. I never influence the course of events. I never interfere. I don't help, but I also never intentionally harming anyone. I just watch. And nothing more. Of course, I'm not just talking about animals here.

You probably don't know that I make a living running a food cart that helps animals. I have a cat at home(...)

I couldn't have known that and I didn't want to ruin your day or upset you in any way. When I write posts for GIMP, I always try not to overdo it, not to relax too much. I try to respect boundaries and rules. I wrote posts inspired by the music of the band Anal Cunt straight from the heart. Because whenever I have a problem with myself, I listen to Anal Cunt because their music is therapeutic for me. I'm sorry I got too relaxed. I'll just stop writing posts inspired by the music of Anal Cunt.

Let's not post any more shit like that again, okay?

You have my word on it. :shake-hands:

[Ralphus]

I wrote posts inspired by the music of the band Anal Cunt straight from the heart. Because whenever I have a problem with myself, I listen to Anal Cunt because their music is therapeutic for me. I'm sorry I got too relaxed. I'll just stop writing posts inspired by the music of Anal Cunt.

Dude, you need to shitcan that crap and immerse yourself in something like Mozart or Beethoven. No wonder you're so fucked up.

Let's not post any more shit like that again, okay?

You have my word on it. :shake-hands:

Okay, that's better. Just keep this rule in mind:

Women as victims: GOOD

Dogs as victims: BAD

But if you have to include dogs, something like this is okay:

[Ganemede]

Women as victims: GOOD
Dogs as victims: BAD

Well said. Lets get back to some of that..

"I'll bury you together, I swear," the man said quietly, as if hiding his voice from letvor. Again, as if pleading, as if regretting not for what he's doing but for what letvor will do to the girl. As if regretting the broken promise. "I'm sorry." he said simultaneously with the fierce blow.

Letvor had heard the words his henchmen had whispered to Maria, and smiled. His cruelty knew no limits, and he knew what had to be done.

Maria’s eyes flickered.. She realized she wasn’t dead, her head was in blinding pain, but she almost laughed that these fucking idiots couldn’t even kill a helplessly bound woman..
She tried to open her eyes,but the searing pain from the back of her head made even this small task make her want to throw up.
Her medical training told her she probably had a fractured skull from the blow, and probably a serious brain injury that if not treated to reduce the swelling, would probably kill her before too long. She sensed she was outside and she tried to move but and found her hands wrists tied tightly in front her, and her ankles likewise crushed together with unyielding rope.
It felt like she was laying on rough wood, as she tried to free her hands and feet she could feel the coarse grain against her soft skin. She tried to roll onto her side, she could feel the sticky blood oozing from her headwound, and had to pull to dislodge where it had congealed around her hair. She tried to roll and her face immediately bumped into a wooden wall
It was almost like she was in a… Oh no. Oh God no…
She moved slowly onto her back again, moving her head millimeter my millimeter to try and minimize the awful pain, trying fight the rising panic, her daughter’s panties were still he stuffed into her mouth and were only added to her mounting claustrophobia.

The sound of her daughter’s voice snapped her back to reality, and she finally managed to open her eyes– over the edge of her crate she could see her sweet girl was blindfolded and being lead by a rope around her bound wrists, stumbling barefoot over the rough ground as the rope was yanked by the man at the other end.

Maria’s sense of helplessness added to her physical pain, it wasn’t as bad as her head, or the aching in her pussy and ass from the repeated attentions of Letvor and his men, but they all added together and threatened to overwhelm her.
She was terrified that her own worst nightmare was about to come true, and now it seemed as though her sweet girl might be joining her in it, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it..

The man led her daughter over to where her mom was laid in her wooden box, and removed her blindfold.
The girl blinked in the evening light, saw her mom’s bound and abused body at her feet and fell to her knees in the dirt.. “Oh mama, mama, you’re alive…. What have they done do you..”
She kissed her mom on the forehead and stroked her tear-stained face, Maria could only sob through her gag..
Letvor himself appeared from the shadows and regarded the tender reunion..
“Such love between a mother and daughter, such a special bond. I’d hate to separate you again”.
The women froze at the sound of his voice.
“Get in”.
The girl looked up quizzically at Letvor as her mother tried to plead through her gag..
“Get in my dear. There is plenty of room for you in there with your Mama.
If you don’t I assure you that things will get immeasurably worst for both of you”

Her mom nodded in defeat to her daughter.. She’d seen the images and knew what Letvor was capable of - terrible as their impending fate may be, She certainly didn’t want to see her daughter flayed in front of her..

With her hands still bound the young woman awkwardly stepped into the box and lowered herself next to her mom, and wriggled herself down onto the rough wood. Maria had to work herself onto her side as best she could to make space for her daughter, who ended up with her body pressed up tightly against her mom’s in the narrow confines of the crate.
Both women were shaking with fear, their bound hands clasped together, squished between their tummies as the only measure of support they could provide each other..

The man who had led her daughter over had recorded the whole scene on his phone, and was being sure to document everything that was happening. He took a long, unhurried pan up the crate, starting at Maria’s painted toenails, up to her cruelly bound ankles, and then following the bodies of the two women pressed together, lingering on how they were holding hands, the way their chests were forced up against each other and the way Maria’s mature breasts heaved against her daughters pert young ones each time they took a breath, and ending with a long shot of Maria’s daughter trying to nuzzle her mom’s face in an effort to loosen the duct tape wrapped tightly around her head.

Letvor stood over them. “During one of our many conversations, your daughter mentioned you were claustrophobic.. That is going to make the rest of your life rather unpleasant I imagine..
My men have been placing bets on how long you will last down there.. There’s more air than you think – the boys think your daughter will last longest given that nasty knock on the head you seem to have acquired, but I know how stubbon you are Maria, you wouldn’t want to leave her all alone in the dark I’m sure. Interestingly none of them have bet that you’ll be rescued”
Letvor bent over and picked up a stout wooden board that was clearly the lid to their crate..
There was a small device poking through the wood at one one end with a wire dangling from it.. “This is an infrared camera so we’ll be able to watch, of course we’ll be recording everything and sending it to your family so that they are in no doubt about how much you both suffered at the end. After a few days we’ll share the GPS coordinates of this place and they’ll dig you up so they can bury you both… again..”
Maria screwed her eyes shut, the couldn’t bear the thought of what was about to happen to her and her daughter. .

“Goodbye Maria. I trust this will send a message that people don’t fuck with me”

His cruel face was the last thing on earth they saw as he lowered the heavy lid and sealed them into a stifling blackness. The lid was quickly nailed into place, and as it was lifted the screams and thumps from the women sealed inside erupted fully for the first time now all hope of mercy or rescue was gone..

As the dirt thudded onto the crate lid above them, Maria prayed that their suffering would be over quickly, her daughter was hyperventilating in terror, trying to somehow escape from the stifling press of her mother’s warm body and the sharp, splintery surface of the wood. It was already unbearably hot and stuffy - Maria’s medical brain was still functioning, and she knew her daughters panic would quickly use up what little oxygen was trapped with them and hopefully their ordeal would soon be over, but Letvor’s reputation for evil was well deserved.
Unseen by the frantic women were 2 small plastic hoses which poked into the crate. As they were lowered into the rich soil of the jungle clearing the tubes unwound, and left poking above the ground along with the cable from the camera. It was a simple system of his own devising; the tubes were normally sealed to ensure that no fresh air entered, but one of them could be connected to a small oxygen cylinder.
When the occupants were eventually slipping into what they thought was blissful unconsciousness and the end of their nightmare, the hoses would be unplugged and the cylinder attached to one of the pipes.
The deadly carbon dioxide which had built up would be flushed out, and the oxygen would revive the unfortunate occupants to begin the cycle again.
Letvor sat back, lit a cigar, poured himself a large cognac , opened his laptop and settled down to watch the entertainment taking place below his feet. On a whim he unplugged the hoses and blew a long stream of thick cigar smoke down the pipe, and was rewarded with frantic screams and pounding coming from the laptop screen.
He was going to enjoy this..

A couple of images that fit the theme..

Definitely room for one more in this one!

Crate 1.jpg

Crate 2.jpg

[letvor]

I really enjoyed this collaboration! You connected the plot with the first part excellently. Fantastic.

A kind word opens even iron doors. Doesn't it? Especially when with the same kind word, you need to place a frightened little girl in a coffin where she will be buried alive with her mom! I love this part!

Letvor himself appeared from the shadows and regarded the tender reunion..
“Such love between a mother and daughter, such a special bond. I’d hate to separate you again”.
The women froze at the sound of his voice.
“Get in”.
The girl looked up quizzically at Letvor as her mother tried to plead through her gag..
“Get in my dear. There is plenty of room for you in there with your Mama.

The frightened beauty sincerely answered all the questions, unaware of how her trust and naivety would be exploited in a cruel manner!

Letvor stood over them. “During one of our many conversations, your daughter mentioned you were claustrophobic..

This is LITERALLY something I would do if I found myself in such a situation! Cognac (it seems those who work for the drug cartel don't drink regular brandy ), whiskey (no ice) - although I wouldn't mind a couple of Red Bull cans as an addition.

Letvor sat back, lit a cigar, poured himself a large cognac , opened his laptop and settled down to watch the entertainment taking place below his feet. (...) He was going to enjoy this..

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Part I - by letvor

"Maria, you are an incredibly brave woman," one of the two men in the room said with undisguised admiration. "What you did for your daughter, that's, that's..." he stammered, swallowing hard.

Part II - by Ganemede

Letvor had heard the words his henchmen had whispered to Maria, and smiled. His cruelty knew no limits, and he knew what had to be done.

[letvor]

[letvor]

Let's first define the difference between Dismemberment and Mutilation.

Dismemberment aims to facilitate the transportation of a body from point A to point B, often to aid in the process of hiding or disposing of the body. This is also a process that commonly precedes the destruction of body parts by methods such as acid submersion (e.g., J. Dahmer), grinding, boiling, or feeding to pigs (e.g., R. Pickton)." (Search for the mentioned names of serial killers in previous posts.)

Mutilation is a completely different process - it's something that is much harder to define.
When the act of killing a girl isn't enough. When taking a life isn't sufficient domination, our favorite criminals resort to mutilating the body. Mutilation is the ultimate act of domination. The girl is kidnapped, bound, raped, tortured... Despite this, she retains the mental aspect of freedom of her being. Her thoughts are still free, unrestricted. She can think about her family, children, loved ones, and no one can deprive her of that.

But when there's no more life in the victim, when she lies naked on the ground with a rope around her neck, when there are no more thoughts in her, when there's no soul - only the body remains. Just flesh. The skeleton, internal organs, flesh, epidermis; all of these give shape to the body. They are a reminder of its former freedom.

Mutilation is the ultimate act of domination, it's destruction, defiling the natural gifts of the girl that she took for granted in life.

So, dismemberment serves a specific purpose or goal intended to be achieved by that act. Mutilation, on the other hand, serves to satisfy a particular desire, it channels emotions. That desire is often dominance. A feeling of omnipotence over the motionless body of the girl. The body left at the mercy of the blade.

Dominance can be both mental and physical. Dominance is a rope, whip or chain. Dominance begins and ends, and the girl may just have bruises for a few days. Mutilation is eternal domination.

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Stephen Griffiths

This serial killer was something special. Suzanne Blamires was a prostitute. She went with Stephen to his apartment. There was an argument in the apartment, and she ran out of the apartment. Before she managed to enter the elevator, Stephen caught up with her, knocked her to the ground, and shot an arrow into her head from a crossbow (her severed head was found with the part of that arrow in it).

Stephen Griffiths

The entire event was captured by a surveillance camera in the hallway. The photograph showing the killer holding the crossbow is authentic.Stephen was soon linked to the murders of two more girls, whose bodies were also horribly mutilated and dismembered.

The nickname "the Crossbow Cannibal" was self-appointed by Stephen. This man seems to have always wanted to become a serial killer. He enjoyed the attention, cooperated with the police, and in the end, it seems he fulfilled his dream.

I think Stephen acted impulsively when he killed Suzanne in the building's hallway. He accepted that act and didn't even try to escape or in any way delay his arrest. If Stephen had killed Suzanne elsewhere, the number of his victims could have been much higher.

Honestly, I feel anger because Stephen's story ended like this. If he had been more thoughtful, we would have had much more material to read.

Documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RENtZ4cBJ6I
Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bradford_murders

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The girl managed to free herself from her bonds and escape from the remote cabin where she had been held captive for months. However, before she could reach freedom, the kidnapper caught up with her and shot her in the stomach with an arrow.

Imagine the beauty writhing on the ground turned into bloody mud. How sweetly she would whimper. How sweetly she would plead. How sweetly she would cry.

"I told you not to try to escape, didn't I?" the man disappointedly addressed the fatally wounded girl. "If we overlook the rapes and beatings, you must admit that your life was nice. And look at you now!" he shouted, sitting on a rotten stump. "You'll probably be dying all night, and I'll carefully watch every moment of the show."

[localroger]

"The first victim was an impulsive act" seems to be a fairly common theme, with killers becoming more deliberate and organized after accepting that they have crossed a transom. This is how the character of Buffalo Bill is drawn in Silence of the Lambs. His first kill isn't well thought out, and ultimately it is through the sloppiness of this original act that he is found.