Jack and Wendy Davindale unfortunately previously lived beneath the apartment Jeffrey Dahmer, David’s older brother, rented out and performed his studies in.  When he wasn’t out at the local bars luring men back to his apartment for photoshoots, he was drilling small holes in their skulls and injecting acid, in a failed attempt to make them zombies, submissive slaves that would do anything he wanted.  When that failed, David’s older brother would kill them and dissect them, making sure to save the best organs and meat for later consumption and enjoyment. Being so close to the tragic area, Jack and Wendy felt that they needed to look out for David as they knew what would be coming his way, a life of torture and torment, none of it his doing.  Jack took a much stronger liking to David than Wendy did, but sh

Sasha Walker, with her low-cut black blouse, pushed her way past David Dahmer with her non-knife fingered hands and strolled confidently, dare I say, devilishly into his apartment.  There was no way she was here in his apartment as a pure coincidence, Sasha didn’t believe in coincidences.  Everything happened for a reason, everything had a cause and effect, “Davey, what’s the plan my man?”  Her red lipstick was smeared all over her visually sharp teeth, had she been eating something or someone prior to visiting David? Even in his deepest darkest level of fear, David still found solace in the fact that Sasha’s face was not melting from her skull.  Even with her face intact, David continued to have still framed images of his mother burst before his face, the way her lips had melted into thin lines of scorched meat.  The way her eyeballs were smoked over, that is, the parts that had not oozed from the conjunctiva still rang deep inside of David’s soul.<