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Christine Marty is a sophomore at a university in California. She is 19 years old,
5 feet 7 inches tall, with brown hair, light-colored eyes, and two ponytails. She
lives in a mixed-use apartment complex near the university. One Tuesday,
after finishing her scheduled lab class, she went to a bar near the university with some friends for drinks and
conversation . After a while, she got up to leave because she had a very important Seminar
1 exam the next day. To have a good Christmas back home in Virginia, she needed to
do . (Note: American universities are relatively easy to get into but difficult to graduate from;
poor exam results mean no diploma, and the difficulty and rigor of the exams are higher than in China.)
Reaching her apartment door, Christine took out her key, opened the door, went inside, put her bag on
a chair , took out her literature textbooks, and went upstairs. She tossed the book onto the single bed,
then took off her boots and flung them off the bed. She reached into her thin sweater, untied her
bra , pulled it out, and threw it on the bed. Feeling a slight urge to urinate, she went to the bathroom,
pulled down her skirt and underwear, and sat on the toilet to urinate—ah, how refreshing! Afterward, she returned to her bedroom,
turned on the radio, tuned to a local channel that broadcast rock music,
rolled up her black stockings to her knees, and, holding her textbook, sprawled on the bed with her legs up in the air, began to review her lessons. The room was filled
with the sound of rock music, and Christine was completely absorbed in the review questions in her textbook, unaware that
an intruder wielding a nylon rope had sneaked into her room.
The intruder suddenly grabbed Christine's neck from behind and wrapped the nylon rope around her throat.
Christine struggled desperately to escape the sudden attack, but the man was too strong; she couldn't
break free . Her lungs burned with pain from suffocation. She tried to inhale,
but her throat felt like a tightly squeezed rubber tube, refusing to let in any air. "I can't be like this
," she thought, her consciousness fading until she had no strength left to resist.
Her body went limp, while the attacker kept the nylon rope tightly around her neck until
she completely lost strength. Looking at Christine lying motionless on the bed, the attacker stood to one side, stroking
her left braid and left leg, then flipped her over and checked her nostrils with his finger. Finding
a faint breath, he looked at her chest; it was still rising and falling. Good, she was still alive!
The attacker pulled the nylon rope from Christine's neck and used it to tie her right hand to
the headboard on her right side. He then took three more identical ropes from his pocket and tied the rest of her limbs to three other headboards
. His eyes were fixed greedily on her shapely body. He abruptly ripped open her sweater and pressed his hands against her full breasts.
He then pinched her nipples back and forth with his fingers before pulling them up. Christine's breasts now
bore the weight of her falling body. He pressed her back onto the bed, released his hands from her nipples, and
slid his body down onto her lower body. He pulled out a small knife from his belt, lifted Christine's short skirt, glanced at her
red bikini bottoms, and then used the knife to loosen the belt along the edge of her legs, tearing the bottoms off.
He buried his nose in her genitals, took a deep sniff, then lifted his head, spread her legs, and
scanned his prey again. Her pubic area was hairless (probably shaved). Her thighs were shapely, and
he gazed intently at her pink, alluring body, touching it to find it warm.
The attacker unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear, climbed on top of
Christine , aimed his penis at her, and thrust it in forcefully. Christine's vagina was
tight and dry, and he initially felt uncomfortable. Although Christine had long since lost her virginity, she
had only been with two men before. The attacker began to forcefully ejaculate into her helpless vagina, each thrust
harder and more violent. As he found increasingly intense pleasure in this unconscious girl,
he failed to notice that she was waking up. Christine's right leg jerked, and her eyes opened. She immediately recognized
the attacker as Ted Blanski, the bartender and waiter at the bar she and her friends frequented
. He had asked her out several times, but had always refused, because Christine found him to be a little
strange .
As the attacker continued to apply pressure, Christine felt a tearing pain in her genitals.
She wanted to scream, but the tightness of the restraint had rendered her voice inaudible, producing only
a few broken sounds. Christine found herself tightly bound and knew struggling was futile, so
she turned her head to the side, hoping the agonizing moment would pass quickly. Ted, seeing his prey awaken, felt his lust intensify,
but his initial burst of power had reached its limit. He slowed his pace, took a deep breath, and released
his pleasure. After gathering enough strength, he ejaculated his scalding stockpile into Christine's
vagina , thrusting forcefully again and again. Christine's mind went blank; she could only think,
"He won't get me pregnant, will he?" Little did she know, besides pregnancy, an even greater trouble awaited her.
Ted pulled his hard, semen- and blood-stained penis from Christine's vagina, held it to her mouth,
and pressed the knife against her neck, saying, "Lick it gently, don't let your teeth touch it." Christine
had no choice but to obey, licking the disgusting thing with her tongue and sucking it with her lips, which gave Ted
even more pleasure.
Ted pulled
out , and what terrified her even more was that he walked back to
the bedroom while fiddling with his disgusting thing with his right hand. He climbed back into bed, inserted his penis into the helpless girl's vagina again, and once again vented his lust,
but this time he clamped his iron-like hands around her neck. Christine struggled desperately, trying to breathe
, but the nylon rope tightly bound her hands and feet, and the evil hands choked her throat; she could neither break free
nor breathe an inch. Her body gradually lost sensation, her face slowly turned purplish-red, and her
light-colored eyes gradually became bloodshot. In the final moments of her life, she thought of Virginia, far away.
Her hometown and family. However, her body wouldn't obey her brain, and she eventually lost consciousness and
life. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, no longer struggling or breathing. Ted
continued to press his hand on her throat for several minutes. He continued to vent his desires on her ravaged and
dead vulva.
Ted pulled the filthy tool from Christine's body and gathered his limbs. (He had been
on top of her.) He grabbed her left braid and left leg, turning her over again. The last time she
was alive, she lay face down on the bed, specifically belly down,
exposing her anus, which had never been penetrated before. Semen leaking from her vagina smeared her buttocks. Ted inserted his middle finger to test it
, then placed a pillow under the corpse's abdomen, raising her rounded buttocks. This time,
Christine felt no pain; her body was at Ted's mercy. He thrust the rod directly
into her rectum, and after another act of gratification, he finally stopped his bestial act, turned the body over again, and
stood up to look at everything before him. "You're such a lovely girl!" he said slowly. "Now you
know what happens when you reject me!"
Just then, the telephone beside the bed suddenly rang, jolting Ted
out . On the other end of the line were Christine's parents, calling from home. Since they
only had one daughter (though they might have a son), the father had asked the mother to
call , as Christmas was approaching and she would be home for the holidays. They were unaware of their daughter's current predicament. After
ringing more than a dozen times without answering, the mother assumed she was at a classmate's house and decided to
call . Ted, however, decided to leave immediately. He tiptoed to the door, opened it a crack
to see if anyone was outside—obviously no one was—and quickly slipped into the nearby bushes before fleeing back to
his residence. Here I must say, Christine was Ted's first prey, but she wouldn't be his last
. Meanwhile, Christine's body lay in the house, gradually growing cold and stiff…
The next morning at 8:30, Christine's friend Dani came to find her to go to an exam together. She didn't
know where Christine was, because Christine's car was still parked outside. She rang
the doorbell several times and knocked on the door hard, but there was no response. Thinking Christine might be sick or injured,
she found the apartment manager and asked him to open the door. They went inside and called Christine's name from downstairs,
but still no response. So they went upstairs to check the bathroom and bedroom, and immediately saw
a horrifying scene: Christine's almost naked body lay supine on the bed with her legs spread apart. Dani screamed and fainted
; the manager quickly helped her up, propped her up against a wall, dialed 911, and then
helped the unconscious Dani to the sofa downstairs.
A few minutes later, the first police officer arrived. After a brief exchange with the building manager, he went upstairs
to examine the crime scene. Soon, the noise of police cars and ambulances created chaos. The forensic pathologist entered the room
and began a routine examination of the victim. He turned Christine's body over,
spread , and inserted a digital thermometer into her rectum to measure her temperature. (Translator's note: For
victims with a short time of death, rectal temperature measurement can accurately determine the time of death. Rectal temperature drops by approximately one degree Celsius every hour after death
. However, I recall the US uses Fahrenheit.) He turned the body
back over; the cause of death was undoubtedly strangulation. She had also suffered severe sexual
assault , as there were dried semen stains on her thighs and the bedsheets. Christine's body was placed in
a black plastic body bag and transported to the police morgue. Her autopsy would be conducted the following morning.
Meanwhile, the detective questioned the building manager and apartment manager and revived the unconscious Dani. That evening,
Christine's parents were informed that their daughter had been murdered.
After , they flew to California.
The bag containing Christine's body was transported to the morgue and placed in a metal drawer. The next
morning, the bag was moved to a table for autopsy. The coroner removed the body from the plastic bag,
removing the sweater that only covered the shoulders and the short skirt wrapped around the waist, as well as the stockings. Upon hearing that
Christine's parents had arrived, the coroner covered the body with a white sheet, only covering the breasts and above, with the arms
resting on the sheet; then covered the rest with a shorter sheet. Christine's parents were then
called in to identify her.
Fighting back tears of grief, the two elderly people entered the morgue and approached the coroner. The coroner
lifted the shorter sheet and pointed to Christine's pale face and the bluish-purple ligature marks on her neck.
Christine 's father managed to control his emotions, but her mother quickly succumbed to the shock and had to be
helped out of the room.
After Christine's parents left, the medical examiner once again removed the sheets from the body. Various samples
were extracted from her mouth, rectum, and vagina, and dried bodily fluids on the surface of the body were collected. Her
body cavity was cut open, leaving a Y-shaped incision, and internal organs were removed for examination. The medical examiner then used a chainsaw to cut open her
skull and remove the brain for examination. After all the examinations were completed, her skull was re-stitched, and the Y-shaped incision was closed with thread. Christine's body was transported to a local funeral home for preparations before
being returned to her home in Virginia for burial.
(Interlude: Upon translating this part, the translator questions the original author's intention.
Since Christine's cause of death was so obvious, was such a thorough autopsy necessary after taking
surfacing ? Moreover, the original text
doesn't mention this. However, to maintain the integrity of the original text, the translator has translated it faithfully.)
The owner of the funeral home was named George Kaufman. He and his son, Ron Kaufman,
worked as funeral directors and embalmers. Old George was recovering at home after heart surgery, and Ron
was in charge of all the work at the funeral home. He transported Christine's body from the police morgue to the funeral home and placed it
on a metal platform. Ron often handled the bodies of young women; his father, besides his business...
Aside from that, he didn't inquire about anything else. When he lifted the sheet covering the corpse and saw Christine
's face, he was deeply moved by her beauty. Despite the state of her body, it couldn't
conceal her beauty.
Ron felt his penis instantly lose control, throbbing with excitement. So he bent down and
gently kissed Christine's slightly parted, cold, pale lips. His gloved fingers gently
pinched her nipples, then gently pressed them down with both hands. He slowly slid his hands down, touching her private
parts. He carefully parted her legs and used his fingers to manipulate her vulva. One finger parted her labia
and slipped inside. Instantly, Ron felt his desire burning and exploding, and his underwear became wet.
He stirred his fingers back and forth a few times and then pulled them out. He then took off his pants and underwear, took out a tube
of lubricant, applied some to himself, and then some to Christine's vulva before climbing on top of her.
He first positioned his penis between her labia minora, then slowly inserted it all the way in. He then
began to rub back and forth slowly and gently, his hands caressing Christine's body as if she were still alive
.
Soon, Ron's excitement reached its peak. Waves of heat emanating from his body repeatedly washed over
Christine's lifeless corpse, and he felt her giving him pleasure time and time again.
Completely satisfied, Ron climbed off Christine's alluring body and immediately
rinsed away any traces he had left. Now he was going to perform embalming. All
the cracks in Christine's body were glued shut, and disinfectant was injected into her body cavity through her mouth and nostrils. Her eyeballs were removed
(because the corneas were to be donated), and oval-shaped glass implants were placed in the eye sockets. Her eyelids were glued on,
as were her lips. Disinfectant was injected into her vagina and rectum through a pipe, and after cleaning, these
areas were plugged. (The above description of the embalming process doesn't mention drawing blood from the veins or injecting disinfectant.
This likely means the blood was drained during the autopsy. - Translator's note)
Now it's time to dress Christine. Ron takes out the clothes he got from Christine's parents.
First, a black lace bra and French shorts, which fit her perfectly; then he rolls up a pair of
solid black lace stockings to her shapely thighs, and slips a pair of black high heels on
her feet. He dresses Christine in her favorite navy blue short dress, zipping the back up.
Then Ron picks up Christine's body and places her in the silver coffin her parents have chosen for her. He
restyles her hair according to a photograph provided by her parents, then draws her eyebrows, outlines her eyes, applies blush,
puts on lipstick, and puts on jewelry. Ron steps back to look closely; Christine is truly beautiful now. He
calls her parents to come and inspect his work. Christine lay peacefully in the coffin, her hands holding
a bouquet to her chest, as if asleep. Ron's craftsmanship was indeed excellent; this was his way of
repaying Christine for bringing him joy in her final moments.
Christine Marty's coffin was transported to the airport and loaded into the cargo hold at the back of the plane. She was about to
return home to spend Christmas with her family, though she had never imagined she would
return in this way. The Marty family would likely spend Christmas Eve in a somber atmosphere.
As the plane carrying Christine and her family took off back to Virginia, Ted Blansky
's greedy eyes were probably already fixed on another college student. Only time would tell if her
fate would be the same as Christine's.
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Postscript: The coffin carrying Christine's remains returned to her hometown on Christmas Eve. Her funeral
was held in a local church, after which she was buried in the family cemetery. Ron eventually took over his father
's business and became a well-known funeral director in the area. He subsequently disposed of the bodies of many young women,
but Christine remained the most profound and haunting figure. Ted Bransky
went on to commit numerous more crimes, with victims throughout the American West. However, he was eventually arrested in a state with the death penalty,
charged with first-degree murder. He also confessed to all his previous crimes, including the initial Christine case.
Under state law, he was sentenced to hanging, receiving his due punishment. His end
was the same as his victims, dying in suffocation and fear. In his final moments, he seemed to see Christine and the other
victims watching him from the heavens. And where will his soul go? (The End)

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