Despite all your careful plans, despite all your precautions, somehow she still found that abandoned farmhouse in the swamps
outside Baton Rouge. She knows what you’re capable of, she knows what you’ve done, she’s seen all your films and yet she still
sought you out even knowing the horrific price she’d end up paying.
She was a breathtaking vision of beauty in white, so pure, so innocent and when you asked her name she replied, “No names, please, just call me the Woman in White.” Then smiling seductively as you locked the manacles around her wrists, she added, “And just so you know, I’m looking forward to screaming for you almost as much as you’re looking forward to making me scream. So, why don’t you put on that infamous metal hockey mask, switch on the video recorders and pick up a knife. We both know that I’m just dying for you to get started.”
Of course, as my dedicated fans have long ago come to understand, once I put on the mask, purity and innocence are irrelevant and the color white, well that simply means the blood stains will never completely wash out...