In all honesty, I was following you that night in the woods, when you got your Tracker stuck there. I fantasized about that for weeks- and then it finally happened... you were stranded in the middle of nowhere. I could have chopped you up. Nobody ever would've known. I could have slit your throat. And drank your blood. Maybe cooked some of your parts. Fried your brain. Liver. Baked your heart, stuffed it with your pubic hair and eyelashes. Delicious, delicious eyelashes. You have such a lovely head of hair! If I had really taken my time, and had it to do over again, maybe I could've carefully scalped you. And keep your hair for me. And wear it. And a bra. And your hot cheerleader uniform. Then "LEXIE" would be on my back. And your severed breasts in the bra, jiggling sumptuously while I dance. Of course, I would have to get a tan. Your complexion is sublime.