Henry Lee Lucas – Blood, Sex and Death
Henry Lee Lucas might be the most evil killer ever. But it is equally possible that most of his victims are products of his own highly active imagination. Cindy was 16 or 17 years old, a runaway from somewhere up north, hitch-hiking through the southern United States to nowhere in particular. She was heavily made-up, “very sext and well built, large bust,” according to the scruffy, one-eyed man driving south on the interstate, and that was enough to make him pull over and offer the girl a ride. In the car, she was glad to take his offer of a beer. “We kept talking,” he wrote later, in his half-literate but strangely vivid style, “and I ask her to slide over beside me and she did. I become to feel of her tittys and she ask me if I like that and I said yes. She was only playing me I could tell so I said I wanted to **** her and she said maybe. I said I was going to stop and get some and she said not yet we’ll have plenty of time and I said no we don’t.” Cindy shifted away from the d...