the death of mary moody

Mary Moody was also on chaturbate.

I saw her when I was looking for girls to masturbate with.

She was nice and responsive and was grateful even for just a tip of 1 token.

I had been interested in filming porn and I was hopeful that she might join me.  So I made a video of me masturbating to one of her pornografic shoots.

Sure enough she saw it and she started following me on twitter.

Within a week, she direct messaged me on twitter, reaching out to say hi.

I decided to invite her to boston after I explained to her that I was hoping to do some private porn shoots with someone.  She was interested because she was tired of the large porn companies, and wanted a more intimate filming situation.  She loved Boston and was grateful that I was willing to accomodate her at my apartment.

I wondered what shall I do with this one after she arrived.  The sex had been fun, in general, even virtually, but it was now getting old.  Death had been on my mind.  And killing was the crime.

I had used guns and knives and even witnessed a drowning, this time I wanted to do something different.

I bought some rat poisoning at Ace Hardware Store, and placed it into a cooking jar.  a food storage jar made of glass.

Sure enough Mary arrive to Boston and found her way to my apartment via the MBTA.  She had been travelling the entire morning, leaving Sacramento quite early.  She was hungry and thirsty and wanted to rest.

I placed her things in the corner of my studio apartment, and I let her rest on my bed as I prepared a full lunch for her: chicken, cooked in cream of chicken soup, with rice and advocado.  But this time, I added the rat poisoning to the cream.  I also added it to a vanilla milk shake, made with ben and jerry's ice cream.

After she awoke from her nap, I invited her to my table to sit and eat and drink.  She gobbled down the food and enjoyed it, as well as the milk shake.

We had just enough time afterwards to have a little bit of sex, before she fell ill, vomited and started bleeding via her nostrils.

I took her to the hospital, but it was too late, she died in my car, on the way to Brigham and Women's Hospital, bleeding out of her orifices uncontrollably.

I dropped her body off and left the city, on a one way trip out of the americas via Mexico.





Adrian Dane Kenny, M.D.
Jamway Hospital