The prison light is dull and dim, Prisoners talk ot each other in the huge hall where their cells are located.
Drezzy is leaning against the bars in his cell, stretching, laughing. At the moment, he has a cell on his own, the way he enjoys it. He lays back, and thinks back to that fatefull night

The night is a unforgiving black, no stars or moon in the sky. The clouds are an ash grey which slowly move above the sky line. Rain lashes down from the heavens, smashing into the tarmac. Puddles have been forming for hours, some reaching the size of a small swimming pool. The orange street lamps add to this dull night, their dull glow reflecting from the wet roads and sidewalks. Thunder rips across the sky, sending small shockwaves throughout the atmosphere. The buildings can't be seen, just small square windows of white light. The rain smashes down onto a small aluminium bus shelter, bouncing off the top and dripping down the plastic windows.
Sitting on one of the rusty benches inside the bus shelter, is a lone figure. He is wearing a dark green anorak with the hood up, it nearly covers the figures whole body. From the features of the figure, he looks to be a male, who is resting his head in his hands, just looking at the wall in front of him, studying the very artistic graffiti. A few dread-locks pertrude the hood so this must be Drezzy. Although he isn't wearing the face pain, we still can't see his face as the hood covers it with shadow, all that can be seen is his facial features, like his mouth, cheek bones and chin. He sits there for a while before delving into one of his pockets, picking out a cigarette and an orange later. He puts the cigarette to his mouth and lights it, taking a deep breath and blowing the smoke out into the night.
With no sign of the bus and the night win progressivley picking up, Drezzy decides he could do with a work out and decides to run home. He looks left and right, throws his half smoked cigarette to the floor and places his arms into his pockets. His head sinks into his chest as he begins to run. The rain quickly engulfs him, water jumps up from the floor where his feet are putting pressure on the surface water. Thunder rips through the sky, pieces of rubbish like plastic bags dance in the air, cans roll down the street. Even the water seems to be getting pushed along by the wind.
The rain is still relentless as Drezzy reaches his small, one bedroom appartment. The wind is really picking up as Drezzy literally shoulder barges his way through the entrance door to his front porch. The lights on the street are even swaying side to side, the strong trees begin to relent and bend unnaturally.
Drezzy fiddles around in his pockets for a few minutes until he pulls out his front door key. He opens his purple front door which leads to total darkness. Although it is pitch black, Drezzy seems to know his away around. He rips off his soaking
wet anorak, throwinng it to the floor. His denim jeans are also sticking to his legs and clinching onto his sneakers. With a kick of the right and left feet, the sneakers come flying off, smashing into a nearby wall and falling to the floor, a wet mark hangs onto the wall where the wet sneakers hit. Next, Drezzy takes no time at all in pulling down his denim jeans just before slamming his front door closed. With no light in his house, all you can see is his siloette and siloettes of his furniture. In the background, a little red light flashes. With out any hesitation, Drezzy marches right up to the light. It'a his answering machine. Drezzy presses play.

Friend: Hey, yo, Drezzy...I haven't seen you for a few days dude, give me a call ASAP, getting worried buddy.....don't want you to be the "South West Stranglers" next victim.

Drezzy let's out a small little laugh before walking into his bedroom. He switches the light on, rubs his hands together before opening his closet. On the floor, lies a naked girl, she must be at most eighteen years old. Her legs are taped together and her hands are bound behind her back. She has pretty, dull blonde hair and blue eyes.
Drezzy rips the tape from her mouth and begins to talk to her

Drezzy: If you scream bitch, i'll slice your neck!

Drezzy is just in his boxers and walks to the side of his bed, presses play and repeat. Right said fed's "I'm too sexy" blasts out of the speakers.
Drezzy picks the girl up and slams her on the bed, before dancing above her like a lunatic for about fifteen minutes. The girl is screaming but it is drowned out by the music.

Drezzy: WOAH BITCH, I'M GETTING FUCKING BORED NOW....I TOLD YOU NOT TO SCREAM....WOOOO

Drezzy then jumps off the bed and leaves the room, the girl screaming as loud as she can. As the song stops and goes to repeat it self, for that split second of silence, any one near by would've heard her scream.
Drezzy walks back in with a kitchen knife and the girl begins to role around like a fish out of water.

Drezzy: HAHA...HEY BITCH, GUESS WHAT.....I'M GONNA KILL YOU KNOW, YOU HO!

Drezzy crawls onto the bed, his knife in his mouth. He lets the knife go and begins to lick the girls pertruding nipples. The girl is crying and Drezzy licks her tears up. He then lifts the knife from the bed and slowly digs it into the girls skin, drawing blood. The girls closes her eyes, her body tenses and tears roll down her face, wishing she was some where else. Drezzy licks the blood coming from the cuts he just made. He then concentraits on her mid section, slowly pushing the knife into the girls stomach, easily tearing through the girls stomach muscle. The girl screams in pain, as Right Said Fred blasts from the speakers. Drezzy lifts the knife from the girls stomach and dark red blood quickly oozes out of the huge hole. Drezzy has a smile on his face, the girl, screaming in pain.
Drezzy looks behind him, distured by a noise.

Drezzy: Awwwwww.......Shit baby, looks like the Pizza will be here soon.....

Drezzy looks into the girls eyes, they are almost nose to nose, which seems to calm the girl are scare her even more, her breathing isn't so heavy, she looks into Drezzy's eyes and sees the glint in them, he looks caring, maybe she will survive. Drezzy kisses the girl, passionatley, like a husband kisses a wife.

Drezzy: Baby......I'm going to kill you now.

The girl again starts to scream, begging for mercy, blood spitting out from her stomach, all over Drezzy Lower Section. Drezzy lifts the knife, and in one foul swoop, he brushes it against the girls throat, before digging it in and ripping it back out. A gush of air rushes from the new hole, blood bubbling and the girls eyes roll into the back of her head, her mouth moving up and down like a fish, trying to get some air. In her last moments, as her eyes begin to shut, Drezzy pulls out his erect penis and shoves it in her throat. The last thing this poor girl felt was an erected penis inside of her throat, Drezzy's helmet pushing up against the roof of her mouth. As Drezzy ejaculates, his bedroom door swings open. Three police men enter, pointing guns at him....

Drezzy is laying in his bunk, Masturbating, letting out groaning noises. The build up of seeman escapes the end of his cock, and a big spludge of white stuff lands on his chest. Drezzy begins to run it all in....shouting...

Drezzy: YES....YES......Hmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggg..............Arrrrrr.

Drezzy jumps out of his bunk, spirm all over his chest. His jaw is hanging out, he looks deranged. Drezzy begins to shout

Drezzy: HEY, Chris.....Chris Peppers.....NEW FISH, NEW FISH!....You better get used to this place, you're here for a long time.....and The South West Strangler is gonna make you his bitch.....AHAHAHAHAH......Stop living in the past moron, that shit wont save you here!.....Remember, PUNK.....FEAR THE DREZZY!.....I'm coming to get you Peppers....

Prison Guard: Shut it punk!.....your not on tv yet!