Sword and Scale Nightmares - Cuck

Episode Date: August 7, 2024

Pastor David Evans and his wife, Kristie, were stars in their little town of Ada, Oklahoma. They were good Christians devoted to their church and their community, but once they became empty nesters, they started dabbling in sin and it all ended in murder.

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It's R-A-K-U-T-E-N. of the night in March of 2021 in Adda, Oklahoma. The police receive a frantic 911 call from the home of the beloved pastor, David Evans. It's his wife, Christy. She's screaming. Someone shot him. She shrieks into the phone. They shot my David. When the police arrive at the Evans little brick house, Christy sits in the living room. Her bare legs are shaking and her toes bounce on the turquoise carpet. Christy is a curvy woman with long red hair and pale skin. She clutches the t-shirt she's been sleeping in and pulls the neck up to wipe her tears between sobs.

We'll be married thirty years this June. She cries and buries her sniffling face into her t-shirt again. One officer makes his way over to the bedroom. He sees David. The covers are pulled up around him, but his face is exposed. His head is cranked to the side and blood has soaked his mop of dark hair. The thick violet blood has drained down the side of his temple onto the sheets and is pooling around on the carpet beside their antique bed frame.

David is long gone from a single gunshot wound to the head. Back in the living room, Christy sputters out a story. She was asleep when suddenly she heard a loud pop. She tells the police that she ran out of the back room to see if an intruder had left on foot and realized that the door was unlocked. We never leave that door unlocked, she says. We're diligent about locking all the doors because they're break-ins. Christy hugs herself to keep from shivering. As she answers the questions being thrown at her, she realizes she's now a widow. What will their small town of Nevada, think of this?

And more so, what will the members of their church say when they find out that David has been murdered? Welcome to Sword and Scale Nightmares. True crime for bedtime. Where nightmare begins now. David Evans was not your typical small town preacher. He was a little controversial and modern. He talked about taboo subjects that most Christian pastors would steer clear of, like abortion and sexuality. Probably a good topic for all of us to steer clear from at a cocktail party, by the way.

But David was big on marriage and fidelity, often working these topics into his sermons. He told his parish to stay faithful to their spouses. But that exploring sexuality wasn't wrong. After all, David preached that God created our bodies and our sexuality, and he wanted those things to be explored. Kind of a creepy thing for a preacher to say, but that's just me. David was born in New Jersey in 1970. He was one of six kids and spent most of his youth free to do whatever he pleased with his time.

Those were the good old days. Just get on a bike and ride for hours and hours and get home whenever the hell you get home. David's older brother had cerebral palsy, so his mother was preoccupied with her special needs child, leaving the other siblings to kind of roam free and do whatever they wanted. The family soon moved to Oklahoma and by the time that David was a teenager, he had become a bit of a bad boy. David wore a leather jacket and he had long hair and everyone noticed how cool he was. Kristy Armour was three years younger than David, and that only made him all that

more attractive to her when he started crushing on her. Christy was a waitress at the local drive-in and David would visit her during her shifts until he worked up the nerve to ask her for her number. The two fell in love quickly and made big plans to get married the very minute it was made legally possible. So when Christie turned 18 at the end of May 1991, they got married the first week of June. The next few years they got busy starting their family, popping out three children and moving to Adda, Oklahoma to lay down some roots. But it wasn't always easy for David to find work. That is until he was offered a job

at a biblical bookstore in town and found his calling in the church. David was completely taken aback with the preachers and deacons that he met at the bookstore and David was completely taken aback with the preachers and deacons that he met at the bookstore and soon enrolled in college to become a minister himself. He studied at night while Christie took care of the house and the kids. The Evans family became very involved in their local church community after David graduated and worked his way up the ladder. By 2015, their kids had left home and David had been renamed Head Pastor at the Harmony Freewill Church. Christy was always by his side during sermons,

helping in any way that she could. The couple quickly became a staple in ADDA. Everyone wanted what the Evans had. But like I said before, David was controversial. He talked about sexuality and some people in the parish, the boomers, were not too happy with this hip new pastor who wasn't afraid to talk about private matters. David would get death threats and some people stopped attending his sermons. But for every person who wasn't happy with David's outlook on God, there was someone else who found it refreshing. Isn't that how everything works? But David talked about sex a lot because he was very, very into sex. Maybe he played the perfect cool pastor in church, but as we've seen many, many times before,

behind closed doors he was a little different. He was a sexual deviant who wanted to explore anything and everything his wife would allow. Now that their kids were gone from the house, David and Christy had the freedom to play out his sexual fantasies to their extreme. Now David was a, how do you say, a bit of a cuckold. Some of you older ladies in the audience might want to look that word up. It's fascinating. Just be careful where you end ladies in the audience might want to look that word up. It's fascinating. Just be careful where you end up on the internet.

Anyway, to give you a sneak preview, what he liked to do was watch Christie be with other men. So he would spend late nights on Craigslist looking for suitable candidates. Of course, that's when he found one that would change their lives forever. David and Christy were now in their late 40s, empty nesters with solid jobs at the church and nothing but time to explore all of their weird sexual depraved fantasies. David had been coordinating threesomes for the couple and had watched his wife with more than 50 different men over the course of a few months. Does that make Jesus a cuckold too?

Is he sitting in the chair in the corner? I know I'm going to get letters for this one. David spent a lot of time on Craigslist hunting for new prospects and one evening he found a 26 year old man named Khalil Square, who said he was willing to meet the Evans at a Super 8 motel room for an introduction. Now I don't have to tell you that no introduction worth having is ever done at a Super 8 motel. That's a fact. A lot of things I say here are opinion, but that's a fact. Anyway, Khalil was young, black, and not the type of guy you would think would be down to get in bed with the Evans. He had a criminal history and had spent four years in prison for stabbing a guy in a brawl.

That's the kind of guy you pick up on Craigslist, by the way. He was raised in a good family by loving grandparents but had made some very poor decisions early in his life. He ran with a tough crowd, as they say. Now here he was about to shack up with the town's premier Christian couple. Oh boy. Christy was plump, short and curvy, with distractingly big breasts, but she was also strangely plain. She had flat bangs and a soft flabby chin and wore too much eyeliner. She looked like someone you'd find working behind

the returns desk at Walmart, for example, devoid of sunlight and exercise. David was tall, buff, and dorky, with his pinstriped shirts, a lapel-leather jacket, and carefully sculpted gray beard. Who knows what the hell Khalil saw in them other than, you know, a hole. Maybe he was just really into being that extra guy in the cuckold fantasy, but nevertheless, the three met up at a local hotel one day and got to know each other. And by hotel I mean motel of course. David extends his hand first, making sure that Christie is aware of her place in this transaction. As the two men chat, Christie sits down on the hotel bed and crosses her legs. Khalil is cute, she thinks. She feels an immediate attraction to him and any time he looks past David at her, she makes

sure to sneak a flirtatious smile at him. Over the course of the conversation, Christie sits back quietly, working herself into a daze. She really wants this all to happen with Khalil. He is so young, so fit, so handsome, so dark, you know what I mean? So much different than her husband and all the other men he usually picks for them to rendezvous with. Christy knows this is just a meet and greet. It wouldn't last long, but she wants to make sure that she can see Khalil again, in case David isn't that much into him. Christy runs through David's strict list of rules in her head.

He is very controlling over their sexual affairs. It's very confusing. They are allowed to sleep with other people, but they have to use fake names. They aren't allowed to communicate regularly with the people they have one night stands with, and if a threesome happens, David is in charge. Christy is just the plaything. David has always been the dominating one in their relationship. He is controlling and strong-willed, while Christy is much more mild and agreeable. But now that they've begun swinging and having their sexual trysts, she's found a new side

of herself. She has blossomed during these debaucherous affairs and has gained new confidence from the men she met without David. Funny how that happens. She straightens her hair back and pushes her chest forward. You know how you ladies do. I'll have the same tricks. As she thinks about the men she's been with, who tell her that she's fresh and sexy. But at home, David has become bored of her. Like that toy he really, really, really wanted last Christmas and no longer plays with. At this point, he only wants to have

sex with her if it involves another person. His needs are becoming more deviant and more demanding. Christy is secretly finding her own way outside their marital home, and Khalil seems like the kind of young and dangerous type who can free her from David's control. Free her into what exactly? Who the hell knows? But I'm not sure that rational thinking is involved here. Something that the meeting with Khalil might be coming to an end,

Christie thinks fast and pulls a little scrap of paper from inside her purse. She fishes around for a pen and behind David's back, writes her name and cell phone on the tiny scrap of paper. As David gets up to leave, Christie grabs his hand and then tucks the folded paper in her other hand. He follows her husband out, purposely leaving her purse on the bed. When they get into the hallway, she tells David she left her purse and runs back to

the room while he waits. "...forgot my purse." She smiles at at Khalil. He smiles back. As she grabs it and saunters out, she drops the piece of paper right at his sneakers, making sure to catch his eye and raising her brows before exiting the room. Khalil picks it up and grins. She is elated. While Kristy returns to the hallway, David is waiting, annoyed. Are you ready to go? he asks. Kristy sighs and smiles. Yes, my dear.

Khalil texted Kristy the next day and they started talking right away. They arranged a time to meet when David would be busy at work, and the sparks flew. Despite their age difference, and the fact they came from completely opposite worlds, they were both smitten after one night together. Khalil fell really hard for Christie. She broke all the rules David had set out for their affairs. She would text Galil all day, every day, and made sure to facetime him as much as she could. He'd return the favor by telling her how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to

be with her. Christy hadn't been this adored in years. She loves being adored. She loves being at the mercy of multiple men. Her glorious beauty, just something to be admired and pined for. Their affair was going strong for weeks and soon David would be going to Mexico for his missionary trip. Christy jumped at the opportunity to play house with her new lover. So she invited Khalil to come to her marital home

in the Christian way that she would, and have an affair behind her husband's back. Khalil drove an older model white Mustang, a very distinct car. Atta was a very small town and you know how busybody neighbors work. They notice everything. They noticed his eye-catching vehicle in the Evans driveway that entire week and yeah there was some talk behind the scenes over hedges in the backyard across the neighborhood. You know how that goes.

Christie and Kahlil had a big week together. They had sex, they ate, they watched films, they were living their best life. Christie was giving him a taste of what life could actually be like if he were, you know, in our shoes. And Kahlil was all about it. He wanted every part of it. He had spent the last four years in prison, after all. And Christy not only provided him with sexual intimacy, but this strange motherly figure he had always craved. One morning over coffee, Christy brought up David, and Kahlil really wanted to be with her.

If Kahlil really wanted to be with her, then there was a problem. I think you know what the problem is. They all had to get rid of David. Get him out of the picture. Khalil, of course, was stunned by the idea. What exactly did that mean? Christie said David was far too stubborn and controlling for divorce, and he would never leave her on his own. The only option was to make him disappear. Kahlil had a violent criminal past, but the idea of murder was just out of the question. He protested and Christie pushed on. David had a $250,000 life insurance policy. She promised Khalil $160,000 and that she'd buy him a new truck. They could live at her house and be together happily ever after.

Still, Khalil was hesitant to murder David. Maybe he had a few more brain cells than she did. Over the next few days, Christie kept pressing the idea, though, using sex to keep Kalil in her grasp. Finally, he agreed. He would do it. He would do anything for Christie. She had manipulated him with sex to the point where he was going to do whatever the hell she wanted him to do. And if you're a guy, you understand. She said she'd provide the gun and leave the back door unlocked. She made it so easy.

She'd give David a sleeping pill so he'd be out. It would all work out just fine. All Khalil had to do was just follow the plan. You can do that, can't you, Khalil? You could follow the plan, right? Just follow the steps, just one by one. Don't fuck up." So they set a date. They kissed goodbye and waited for David to return from Mexico.

Now it's the middle of the night on March 22nd. Khalil waits nervously in his white Mustang around the corner from Christie's house. It is warm in the car. He has the heat cranked all the way. He listens to the low hum of the hot air as he pumps himself up for what he's about to do. Can he really do this? He avoids his own reflection in the rear view mirror. He doesn't want to look at himself. The streets are quiet. David will be asleep by now. All he has to do is grab the gun, walk in, and shoot the guy. But his stomach lurches at the thought.

He doesn't know David. He met him once in that hotel room. That's it. But still, he shook the man's hand. He touched his skin. David. His flesh and blood. A man. With kids. And a church. Christie has painted an evil picture of David for Khalil. He's an abusive husband who calls her fat, ugly, and stupid. He criticizes her and uses her like a sex doll. Khalil clings to this narrative. He's spellbound by Christy. He loves her with everything, and that love is the only tool he has to keep himself focused on the mission. And the mission, don't fuck this up, is very important.

It's everything. He just has to follow the plan. He takes one last deep breath, then gets out of his white Mustang. He pulls the hood up over his head and begins marching towards the Evans house. The air is cool and fresh on his skin. His body is pumping with fear and adrenaline. When he gets to the backyard he spots the guny has hidden for him. A 9mm. When he touches it, his fingers quiver. Kahlil looks over his shoulder, then reaches for the handle on the oven's back door and

slowly creeps inside. Christy is waiting for him when he arrives. She's sitting at the kitchen table in the dark. Hi, she mouths. Kalil breaks at the sight of her. His entire body collapses. I can't do this, he whispers. I can't kill him. Kristy stands up and flexes her neck.

Yes, you can. You have to. Khalil feels like a little boy being scolded. I really… Christy… I can't. Christy walks closer to him. Her eyes penetrate him with a menacing glare.

You can. He is dead asleep. Knock knocked out from the pill. Now, go. Khalil nods and slowly sneaks towards the bedroom. He has no choice. There is no other option. There is no other pathway forward. When he sees David sleeping soundly, he turns around again.

His hand. He remembers shaking the man's hand. He backs up into the hallway, but Christie is right behind him. Khalil protests again. He can't take a man's life. He tells Christy to shoot him, but she refuses. She says she doesn't know how to use a gun. Funny for this mastermind to say that, since it's only got one button on it.

She can't kill him with one shot, it will take a few, and she will make a huge mess, she says. That will ruin their whole plan. Kalil has to do this. Do it, she hisses. Do it. We'll never be together if he is alive. You have to do this." She grabs his face and kisses him, manipulatively. It's going to be you and me from now on. Khalil gathers his strength and marches forward. David's legs are visible under the comforter. Khalil imagines that he's already gone. Maybe that will make this easier. He walks up as close to David as he can stomach and points the gun towards his temple.

He says a silent prayer. He closes his eyes and... Surveillance footage of Khalil's white Mustang led the police straight to him. Christy confessed almost immediately to everything, but she wove a much different story than Kahlil. She told the police that it was, surprise surprise, all his idea. She's just a battered woman, of course. An abused wife, a victim, caught in the middle of this bizarre sex triangle that she had no part in. Christie told the court that David was addicted to pornography and sex.

She claimed it all started when they were at a nude resort in Texas, blame Texas, and she found David naked in their hotel room with another man. When she walked in the door, she felt she had no choice but to do what David wanted. She also claimed that she couldn't divorce David because of her reputation. Plus, if she lost her job at the church, she'd lose her health

insurance and she needed a kidney transplant. It was life or death to kill David. But the life insurance policy money, the messages between Khalil and Christy, as well as the scandalous letters she wrote to multiple men from jail. All proved that Christy was a manipulative mastermind who used her sexuality to her advantage. She wanted David gone for many reasons and Khalil was just a man who was life-struck enough to do her bidding. Kristy took a plea deal for first-degree murder and was sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole. Kalil Square also got life in prison. The dumb, sex-crazed idiot that he is. This case shook the town of Adda, as

well as the Harmony Freewill Church, of course. And all those people who questioned David's odd teachings now hold their traditional faith a little tighter. They clutch their pearls a little more. They look more disapprovingly at outsiders than they may have previously. That's kind of how that works. I think it's probably safe to say, whoever is leading the sermons at the Harmony Freewell Church these days isn't on the pulpit on Sunday talking about sex. If you enjoyed the show, please consider joining Plus at swordandscale.com slash plus.

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