Timesuck with Dan Cummins - Bonus 24 - The Toy Box Killer: New Mexico's Satanic Sadist

Episode Date: July 13, 2018

WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This is the most disturbing episode of Timesuck thus far. To the point I considered not releasing it. Maybe it just hit me unusually hard for some reason but the crime scene details are very sexually explicit and haunting. If descriptions of sexual torture trigger you in any way, sit this one out! David Parker Ray, the Toy Box Killer, kidnapped, sexually tortured, and possibly murdered an untold amount of women in the American Southwest in the 1990s (and maybe even earlier than this). We'll never know the full extent of the violence and damage he spread. We do know he created a $100,000 "Toy Box" - a customized metal trailer equipped with a gynecologist's chair, and homemade "sex toys" designed to cut, electrocute, tear, pierce, penetrate, and sodomize victims confined to his trailer with shackles and a metal collar. We know he raped his victims, that his accomplices raped his victims, and that he even forced victims to engage in bestiality. He recorded much of what he did on video. He led a small, Satanic sex cult in the otherwise sleepy, lakeside community of Elephant Butte, NM. He recorded and played a horrific BDSM sexual orientation tape to be played for victims he kidnapped and drugged describing in excruciating detail the horrors that awaited them in the days ahead. The tale of the Toy Box Killer reads like something out of an Eli Roth torture porn script. And we peek into this preposterous darkness in this you never really know what's going on in your neighborhood, fear the darkness edition of Timesuck. My new free Behind the Bit Pandora station with Chad Daniels talking about our favorite bits! https://www.pandora.com/station/play/3978690913982414208?ag=17920720304261509 Timesuck is brought to you today by The Great Courses Plus! Do yourself a HUGE favor and get a month of SO MUCH amazing, interesting, and informative content for FREE: https://www.thegreatcoursesplus.com/timesuck Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 2500 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

On March 22nd, 1999, in the small lake town of Elephant butan, New Mexico, 22-year-old Cynthia Vigil is naked and covered in blood. She's running down Bass Road with the metal, choker collar padlocked around her neck. She has no idea where she is or how she got there. She's scared to have to death and desperate to find help before her captors catch up with her. She runs inside a mobile home with an open front door and shocks the hell out of the owner who calls the police after Cynthia bolts the door behind her. The police arrive and listen to Cynthia tells them a crazy, almost impossible to believe story.

She tells them that a man and a woman had kidnapped her and had been holding her as a sex slave for three days of continual rape and torture. She says she was whipped, cut with various medical type instruments, given electric shocks, and torture was a variety of other homemade sexual instruments. She has bruises, burns, puncture wounds covering her body to back up her outrageous claims. She tells police she met her captors in Albuquerque, working as a prostitute and the man who offered her $20 in exchange for oral sex,

and that they then went into an RV where a woman's snuck up on her, helps subdue her, and placed a metal collar around her neck. They drove Cynthia to an unknown location, put her in a specially constructed trailer, a hellish little room, nicknamed the toy box,

where she was chained to a post. And then a short time later, she heard the tape. An audio tape started playing where a man's voice described all of the horrible shit that he and the woman who had taken her were about to do to her. Picture Jigsaw, Jigsaw from the Saw movies. Would you like to play a game? Except she hadn't done anything Jigsaw found unacceptable and there would be no possibility of escape offered to her and all the violence was going to be sexual. On the tape David Parker Ray the toy box killer explained to Cynthia that she was now his sex slave and she was to refer to him only as master and the woman with him as mistress and she would

do their bidding or else she would be tortured raped by David by the woman possibly by others by his dog. She'd be subjected to anal penetration with large dildos and other objects and if she didn't cooperate, she'd get her throat slit supposedly like many others had had happened to them before her. She was in the clutches of a sadist whose crimes and alleged evil deeds are so over the top they don't even seem real. Today's episode is not for the kiddies I'm sure you've gathered that already.

I hope you have. But as bad as this episode seems already it's gonna be worse. I literally became nauseous at points researching this one first time that's happened to me. Thought for a second I might actually throw up. He is such an evil, evil, despicable fuck. You probably figured that out when I mentioned the dog rape. This shit is crazy. We journeyed to a small sleepy lakeside in New Mexico town today.

The last place you'd expect to uncover the kind of evil we're going to explore on this maybe you should check in on your neighbors a little more often. Bad shit can happen anywhere at any time to anyone addition of time suck. Happy Friday time suckers. It is bonus time bitches. I'm Dan Cummins aka the master sucker and you are listening to time suckers. It is bonus time, bitches. I'm Dan Cummins, aka the master sucker. And you are listening to Time Suck, where can wait? It is time for time suck. Welcome to the cult of the curious strap in. Today's ride is going to be bumpy. Hail

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Let's suck a man who forced others to suck him. Way too often a man who never deserves to be sucked. In that sense, David Parker Ray, the, the piece of shit, the, the pile of human trash, the waste of oxygen known as the toy box killer. I decided to do this suck last minute, last Friday night. My wife, Lindsey, Kyler, Monroe, my kids. We'd all gone on a bike ride the other evening, you know, we'd all gone that evening to go watch a movie and grab some dinner and then suddenly it became clear to me.

Suddenly I realized that I had to kill them. I had to kill them all, whole family. It's the only way. It's always been the only way and now I'm free. No, that did not happen. That's not what I thought. That's not what I thought. It's not what I thought at all. No, we went and saw Oceans 8.

Kids love the ocean movies. And I was out to say what you expect from that franchise, formulaic, but I enjoy the formula, stylized, heist flicks. You know, it's fun. After the movie, as the sunset, we wrote our bikes to a nice little restaurant here in CDA called Seasons. One of the few places in town,

still serving decent food after 9 p.m. That's the one complaint. The main one I have about a quarter of lanes. And nothing is open after 9. Like fucking feels like three places are open. Anyway, they're a nice little meal, headed home around 10 p.m. Little late for the kids to be out, you know, the sun is set, but hey, you know, it's summer break. And to avoid any downtown drunks on a Friday night, we took a little bike ride, or took a little bike trail, excuse me, they cut to a quiet street, two blocks behind Sherman Ave, the main kind of east, west, drag through town,

super dark. There was no one else besides us, and, you know, but it's only 10 pm, so a good chunk of lights still on in most of the houses, and I just started wondering, seeing all those lights and the darkness, like what goes on? Those houses, what goes on at night in those houses?

You know, as strange how we truly don't know the private lives of the people around us. I've read so many stories over the course of my life about the worst things imaginable going on in the little houses, just like the ones I was cruising by. Now I know even things that I hadn't thought of can go on in those little houses, where no one suspected the thing was going on

until the police showed up and they read about it and the papers just like everybody else. I know so little about my neighbors. I don't know, don't know many of them. I know I don't like Chuck, the idiot who lives behind me, who's been unsuccessfully trying to sell his house for about a year now, after I screamed at him, screamed at him when that over some nonsense,

involved in a porch like, I know Jim and Barb next door kind of, they seem nice. We went on to dinner once, they clicked our mail when we're out of town, they're retired. Used to work as insurance agents, some kind of thing, maybe claims adjusters, I don't know, something. Pat across the street was a PE teacher

and his wife Maria was a real estate agent until she passed away in their house a few months ago, it's a slow gas leak, seriously. Almost killed Pat as well. Oh man, the guy is poor guy's now a shadow as former self, he seems lost. I usually only hear him screaming his dog now and then slam some car doors. I was coming home working from working at the suck dungeon when I saw the ambulances and police cruisers around

his house. Koo, the elderly woman next door just moved to a home for seniors with dementia. Got our Susan selling the house this summer. Who knows who will get hopefully no one like David Parker Ray. Those sick fucks have to live somewhere, don't they? Another guy across the street was a judge of some kind before retiring his dementia to I've heard he seems to recognize me some days. Others not so much neighbors directly across the street came from somewhere in Tennessee. I think they have Tennessee plates when they or they had them when they showed up. Two other neighbors who's backyards touch mine have large families at home school. I only know that because the kids play out in the yards all day throughout the year.

A lot of kids out of both families. I only know one person's name, son and one of the families, maybe, maybe I don't know, 17 years old or so. Used to mow koo's yard, helped me cut a tree down once through brief conversation. I learned his family is very religious like the churches aren't doing it right. So we formed our own church to do it the way God intended. Cult-esque religious religious so that's fun uh... we have not exactly had them over uh... not that they would want to come over and that's all i know that now you know my neighbors just as well as i do truly

uh... i don't even know what a lot of them look like and i know more about my neighbors now that i did what i lived in los angeles i didn't know the names of most of the people who lived in the same apartment building as me i only remember that kid leave eyes name because there is a kid in Riggins, Idaho where I grew up for a few years. Well, sorry, he was there for a few years. I spent many years there, but for a few years there was this kid named Levi there. I played with him one summer after my parents had divorced and Anchorage, Alaska, my mom, sister, Donna and I moved back to Riggins. We were probably like nine, ten years old and I remember his dad beat him. against, we were probably like nine, 10 years old. And, uh, and I remember his dad beat him, uh, bad. I used to hear him scream next door. I asked my mom one day to call the police.

And if I remember right, she said that they knew about it already and to stay out of it. I have no idea what happened to that kid after they left. Uh, one memory and particular of hearing him scream still haunts me a little bit today. Uh, you know, Levi only lived a few blocks from some woman who did him uncle SIG when he died. Did it another man? Last name of Alan and he died. And she was arrested for parole violation. When I was in college, turned out 30 years earlier.

She'd, uh, beaten both of her kids to death with a hammer somewhere in Texas, cut them up in a bathtub, put them in a trash shack and, uh, convince the neighbor kid to bury their remains in the yard, claiming it was spoiled deer meat. And yeah, and then she served about 30 years in prison. Nobody rigged saw that coming. Little old lady with a yippie dog being a child killer. No one ever sees that coming.

The point is, most of us have no fucking idea what's going on in our own towns and in our own neighborhoods. How scary is that? I asked Lindsay on the bike ride home what she thought was going on in the little houses I was looking at and she said someone was probably being abused, one of them.

Maybe someone was being cut up in another and I think I told her, quote, to get the fuck out of here. That doesn't happen here. And yes, I swear in front of my kids. And then Kyler cited some stat he'd read about about how many murderers you're likely to meet or pass by or some shit in your life, some nonsensical, unprovable stab, but I think it was like 36.

And then Lindsay told me that was a fool if I didn't think all the horrible stuff I researched couldn't happen here. And she's right. You know, one of the people in the homes we struggled by could be the next David Parker, right? Yeah. There's a little doc we fish off of sometimes.

When we drop our standup paddle boards in, it's four blocks from my front door, about a year ago I think, some woman backed her car into that water with her two young kids and drowned all three of them. Three tragic deaths right where I take my kids to the lake, right? And this idyllic little quiet little duck, you know, for whatever reason that really barely made the papers, but if fucking happened, dark should happen all the time. We never want to think the evil is around the corner from us. It's always somewhere else, right? Well, I'm sure that's what the people in Elephant

but new Mexico thought, you know, before the cartoonishly evil David Parker Ray, aka the toy box killer was apprehended in 1999. No way it could happen here. Sure, you know, this weird stuff that goes on from time to time, but not that crazy, but it did. It always does. Our somewhere else is always someone else is here. So elephant but where even is that? I had never heard of that. It's a town of about 1,300 people, roughly 125 miles north of Opasso and the Mexican border on Interstate 25 named because of nearby but a little island in this reservoir resembles

a giant or a giant elephant laying on its side. Apparently, I don't see it. But whatever, the name was given in the name stuck. Elephant buttes about 200 miles west of America's butthole, Roswell, New Mexico. Call back to an episode from a long time ago, New Listener. Roswell will forever be forever be America's butthole now in the time zone. It gets hot as hell in the summer. The record is 112 degrees Fahrenheit. And also because it's high desert, it can get pretty cold. It can get down to zero and even a few degrees below zero Fahrenheit in the winter. It's only five miles north of the town of about 6,000 people named after a 1950s game show. Seriously, truth

or consequences new Mexico, formerly known as hot springs, New Mexico in March of 1950, Ralph Edwards, host of the radio quiz show Truth or Consequences, announced that he would air the program on its 10th anniversary from the first town that renamed itself after the show. Hot Springs won the honor, officially changed his name in March 31, 1950, and then the program broadcast from now, Truth or Consequences, New Mexico the following evening, April 1. How weird is that? Personally, I would be embarrassed to have my hometown named after a fucking game show.

I would hate to have talked to people about that. Where are you from? Price is right Idaho. Sorry, what did you just say? You heard me, I'm from Price is right Idaho. Why did people live in the high desert town of Elephant Butte? Well, there was a dam on the Rio Grande, Rio Grande, there we go, Rio Grande River,

Rio Grande, I bet it's pronounced both ways. Passing by town, and this dam was built in 1915 and created the Elephant Butte Reservoir, stood as the largest irrigation dam ever built at the time of its construction, and would remain so, biggest dam in the world for irrigation dam ever built at the time of its construction and would remain so. Biggest dam in the world for irrigation dam until 1970 when the Aswan Dam in Egypt was built.

Settlement of the area really didn't pick up until after the dam was built and the reservoir was there. Suddenly, there was a lot more water for farming and ranching and then there was this big ass lake. It became a popular fishing destination. It's the biggest lake. I think I said that in New Mexico. Various types of bass, crappy, crappy, walleye, catfish. As of the 2010 census, the population

of elephant butte was over 92% white, 0.3% African American. So there was one African American family living there, 0.9% Native American, maybe two or three families, and 0.5% Asian. I would say maybe one, you know, bigger poor family run the towns only Chinese restaurants. And in a hypersensitive current climate of our culture, please do not interpret that as racist. I have just been over the course of my travels in a lot of white little towns in America. And if they have more than about a thousand people, they generally have one Asian restaurant. And it's almost always Chinese.

My theory on that is that Thai, Korean, Vietnamese Japanese still seem too exotic for a lot of our nation's small town whites. Now, just what the fuck is FU? Why don't you all have chicken fry rice? Come on. Do you have beef and broccoli? Bomb me. I didn't, hey, I didn't come here for no goddamn sandwich. You all came here for rice? Sweet and sour chicken. And just aired the host, CQ low Chinese, but I've only, I've only seen one Asian butt up close. The rest of town was from what I can tell, probably Mexican. And if you're thinking about moving there, I would not, according to the city's official website, the city of elephant butte.com.

There are no job openings any kind of this time. However, snagage.com does say that there are a couple. It says family dollar is currently looking for a customer service representative and an assistant store manager. Also, the city is looking for volunteers to help out with trash pickup and a flag display setup. Seriously, that was one of the volunteer positions listed was flag display setup. They're apparently really hurting for a new flag setter upper. So if you got a flag, if you got some flag setup skills, and you want to feel valued in your community and you don't need money,

you get your ass to elephant but they need you. There's a golf course, a few spas in the area. Basically, if I want to tell elephant buttes like a a little lake resort town on a budget, maybe kind of like reminds me a little bit of like the Ozarks and Missouri, like that Lake Ozark kind of area. Started off with some ranchers and farmers living in the area and then evolved to have a marina brought in tourists, small tourism industry, built around fishing, boating, water skiing, et cetera,

developed, created the town, stains of town still. Probably had a lot of second homes, you know? Maybe you live in Albuquerque where you work and then you hit the lake in the summer, a few different weekends, or you retire, you know, you go to play golf and live somewhere quiet to place, you go to, sorry, one second. Oh my gosh, I've had like the tiniest spec, it's crazy.

I had a tiny spec of lettuce, oh my tongue, I know this TMI, but it's driving me insane for five minutes. I've been trying to like quietly as I talk, work it around my mouth and just grab it. I couldn't fucking grab it. So how's it weird? Anyway, you know, it's, you know, people fish boat, water ski around there,

you know, little tourism industry, it sustains the town. You know, again, probably a lot of second homes, like I said, or like I said, you could retire there, play some golf, go somewhere quiet. It's a place you go to if you're a new Mexico rich, but not like rich rich, like maybe you have the money for a summer home on the lake, but not enough for like a Lake Tahoe Lake house or some other place, you know, more known or desirable.

Truth or consequences, the nearby, very close by other little town is, is like a resort town as well, built around a bunch of natural hot springs that gave the town its original name of hot springs, about about 40 natural hot springs in the area. Over 10 spas, the website lists it, lists the town as a popular destination for snowbirds. People looking to live somewhere in the winter that has a mild winter, the average age is 58. See, you know, you can retire, you can snowbird there,

seasonally help out with all that fucking flag set up. They're worried about, and have a nice life. And while I joke about how small the area is, area is, it is pretty popular. According to tourist websites, it can swell in population due, about 100,000 people on a popular summer weekend when everyone's hitting that lake.

And okay, so that's the town. Now you know a little bit about the area. Now let's get into the life and crimes and horrible details of a man who would, put this area on the map, so to speak, with the horrific deeds he committed with today's Time Suck timeline. But first, but first, before we get into that,

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That's the great courses plus.com slash time suck. That's the greatcoursesplus.com slash time suck. Start your free month. Link is in the episode description. Now we go into today's time suck timeline. Shrap on those boots soldier. We're marching down a time suck timeline. time, time, time line. On November 6, 1939, David Parker Ray is born in Bayland, New Mexico. Bayland's little town, roughly 7,000 people, 35 miles south of Albuquerque.

I guess it just happened to have the nearest hospital. If I got the pronunciation wrong, please understand that no one outside of New Mexico gives a single fuck about the pronunciation of that town. There were three different pronunciation guides about how to say it and all three gave wildy different answers. I'm guessing all three of them were also guessing. I chose to put the one out there that was listed by the encyclopedia of Santa Fe dot com. Little is known about David's parents Cecil and Nettie Ray. There really wasn't much affection in my childhood, David would later say, I was there physically, but nobody paid any attention to me. You know, it was like, like I wasn't really there at all.

And much of this timeline does come from David's first hand accounts, given in, in interviews, he gave after being incarcerated. He said Cecil was an abusive drunk who lashed out at his wife and kids. He eventually left Netty and the kids when David was 10 years old after Cecil divorced Netty. The decision was made to send David and Peggy to live with their grandparents on a rural ranch and mountaineer in New Mexico.

Pretty sure I nailed that pronunciation. David said, when I was a little kid, my mother and father ponded me and my sister Peggy off on Dolly, my mother's mother, who lived on a farm up in the hills near Mountaineer, New Mexico. There wasn't anything to do there.

My dad was a drunk and a drifter. And every six months, he would drop by and bring me a pile of true detective magazines. And when I was about 10 years old, I started to have these fantastic dreams about raping and killing young girls. And the dreams I always used a broken beer bottle on them. Wow, not normal.

If you're a young boy listening this episode and share that fantasy, tell your parents, you need to talk to a fucking counselor right now. I'm 100% serious. You don't try to fix this now. There's a good chance you're going to be too fucked up to deal with it later. So David was an abandoned young boy who felt neglected, at least emotionally. He was clearly developing a strong hatred of women probably centered around his grandma. He didn't appear to like her from other things I read.

Maybe blamed his mom for his dad not sticking around. Maybe his dad constantly had horrible things to say about women. Maybe it was as simple as the, you know, he was super sensitive and the girls at school just didn't like him. I made fun of him. And he started to develop some very strong, revenge-type sexual fantasies. We don't know exactly what went on.

He just never said. I think it's weird that he seemed to kind of blame the true detective magazines. His dad was bringing around for his fantasies. He knows interesting. His Ed Geen, remember, he got really into those same magazines. He was way into those kind of magazines. He did talk about his grandmother,

I guess a little bit more. He said, I hated my grandmother. She didn't care about us. By the time I was 12 years old, I was making my own bombs and setting off explosives all over the woods. My granny didn't have a clue. She was a real fruit kick.

I blew up a lot of tree stumps when I was a kid. By the time I was 15, I had a private dungeon under a big, pinion pine tree. I had a hangman's noose and a collection of broken beer bottles I planned to use on girls someday. Jesus. Uh, when I got loaned some, I used to fuck a hole I dug in the ground. Okay.

Alright, I love how he is the one blowing shit up in the woods and literally fucking holes in the ground. And he's like, ah, I grandma's a real fruit cake. She didn't notice the stuff I was blowing. No, you're the fruit cake. You're the fruityest of fruit cakes. Man, I thought puberty was weird for me because I fuck some pillows. That's sure how normal that is, but does feel more normal than fucking an actual hole in the ground. So something is even weirder to me about digging the hole that you then put your dick in. Oh my God. Okay. And I definitely didn't have the broken beer bottle fantasy. Don't have it now. Thank God. Again, if you have it, please see a therapist.

Make an appointment right now. I think it's one thing to have sadomasochistic fantasies. A lot of people have healthy BDSM bondage type sex lives. I get wanting to control or be controlled. You know, I get the appeal of wanting someone to want you to be their play thing or wanting to have the play thing. Some people truly enjoy a certain level of masochism or sadism. But I think when your fantasies involve truly hurting someone who doesn't want to be hurt or hurting someone in a way that sends them to the ER or when the fantasy is attraction to the pain, not the sexual pleasure, somebody could get through a little bit of pain.

I think you've crossed a big fucking line. Like when you get off on a hurt, that's problematic to me. I think you're walking into budding serial killer territory there, Mimigo. I don't give a fuck when any sex therapist might say, the middle of the country. I don't know if you're going to be able to get a lot of people who are going to be going to be able to

get a lot of people who are going to be able to get a lot of people who are going to be able to get a lot of people who are going to be able to get a lot of people who are going to be able to get a lot of people who are going to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able's fucked up to hurt him as much as they want to be hurt. I feel like you're feeding in to some kind of, you know, degradation fantasy they have,

or like because of like low self-esteem or self-hate, you're adding to it, you're degrading someone who gets off on being degraded because they just fucking hate themselves, you know? Someone who wants you to, someone who's like choking a bit, slapping a bit, spank their ass, okay, that's fine. That can be hot, I get it, I do.

There's a carnally exciting level of rough sex play out there, Someone said like choke them a bit, slap them a bit, spank their ass, okay that's fine. That can be hot, I get it, I do. There's a carnally exciting level of rough sex play out there, but if they're like beat my face bloody, I want you to break my nose, I want you to choke me until I pass out, I want you to shove a coke bottle of my ass, and I want you to take a shit on my face. That's when you run for the hills.

If it was an RC cola bottle, you can work with that. No, of course not. That'd be a weird distinction to bake. No, but you got a loaded tune on your hands there, right? Tell them to need a therapist when you're nowhere near them and they can't flip out and try and incriminate you because they're fucking out of their goddamn minds. Be gone, loose to feet. You've got too far this time. Anyway, David told investigators, I was real shy when I was a child, still am.

I wouldn't even look at a girl. I always kept my eyes down. I didn't have my first date until I was real shy when I was a child, still am. I wouldn't even look at a girl. I always kept my eyes down. I didn't have my first date until I was 18 years old. So he's got these weird, horrible, violent fantasies that no one is putting him in check with. They're just continuing to develop during his sexual identification years before he can actually have sex, I'm sure, hardening his synapses, making his little connections there and his little fucking wee brain. Actually, dude had a pretty big brain.

He was horrible, but he was criminally very intelligent. He gets married at the age of 19 and 1959. He's working as an auto mechanic at the time in Mountain Air. He said, I got married for the first time and I swear to God I was almost a virgin. And then in 1960, he joined the army after getting his first wife pregnant and he went to fight in Korea. He had a son, but doesn't mention his son's name in any interviews. And there's no mention of the son and various articles about him on the web. Some articles even list him as having only one child. A daughter will talk about later, not sure why that is. I feel like he didn't end up raising his first son and virtually

had no relationship with his son after young child had based on the lack of information. In 1961, he comes home from Korea. And again, this is according to him. And since I came home to get a divorce, he said his young wife was leaving the baby alone while she went out to party. So no bueno. By the time David got back to the United States, his son was being cared for by the Department of Public Welfare.

He asked him to give him custody. They did supposedly and then his mother, Opal and his stepfather Cecil raised the son until he got out of the army I think they may have just raised the son and then passed him off at another family members after that because again, not mentioned and But I don't know. Maybe he just wasn't pertinent to the later investigation So that's why he wasn't mentioned not totally sure 1962 David got married again when he was 22 so 90 days days later, he goes back to court, gets another divorce. Later saying, we just didn't click. I wonder if by didn't click, there was some version

of him asking her if she would like a broken beer bottle shoved into her vagina and her demanding an immediate divorce. Two divorces by the age of 22. Dude's on fire. Just burnin through weddings. 1966, David marries a woman named Glenda Bredine, when he was 26, married three times by the age of 26 in small town, New Mexico. Sounds like the setup for a sad crying in your beer kind of country song. Finally, he names one of his wives, by the way, David and Glenda were married for almost 15 years,

it'd be his longest relationship. In 1967, they had a daughter, Glenda Jean, who sadly, David did help raise. She is going to resurface later on in this story in the most fucked up ways imaginable. David had a hard time finding work. He and the fam bounced around between New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma. He went to aircraft mechanic school in Tulsa, and he still wasn't able to get a steady job. Still wasn't able to get steady work at that point.

And the family was in such bad financial shape, according to him that Glenda did what a lot of good wives do, you know, when they're backstriper against the wall and she became a prostitute sometime around 1970. God, man, when you're so desperate to make a living, you're considering prostitution, I always wonder like, how do you not consider stripping first? Right? Just like, like, did they not not consider stripping first? Right? Just like, like, did they not have strip clubs in Tulsa in 1970?

Or is it a situation where sadly, this would be so sad, you're not attractive enough to get a job as a stripper, but you are attractive enough to find work as like a, like a bottom shelf prostitute. That is the fucking saddest life. Like, your life is just eating a shit sandwich and washing it down with a cup of your own tears at that point. Like if you are personally not in that position, feel good about your life right now.

If you are in that position, ah fuck, I am glad you have this podcast listened to. I definitely do not look down on you. I feel I just feel like, please do something else to increase the happiness of your life. Maybe maybe get into selling beanie babies on eBay or something. Just, you know, go through recyclables and people's trash and sell a loon of cans. If Walmart tired any graders, just fucking anything. Anything has to be better than working as a not attractive enough to be a Tulsa stripper

Tulsa prostitute. David claims he did not like Glenda walking the streets, but admitted quote, it sure paid the bills. He also says she let him tire up a couple times, but that was it. You know, no, no broken bottles. Not the real fun. He also said he had some type of fuck dungeon downstairs in the house. But that most of the time she didn't have the slightest idea of what he was up to, which makes no sense at all. And this is all of his, you know, interviews. He did say this one of his like, you know, it's like, yeah, I had like a, you know, the sex dungeon downstairs, but she didn't really know what was going on. She

didn't really know what was up to. If I had sex dungeon in the basement, I mean, Lindsey would know about it. She would, she would know about it long before it was built, you know? Just damn, why did you just order a bunch of chains, metal collars, leather masks, whips, paddles, gag balls, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, industrial size vet of lube, edible panties, corsets, fishnet stocking, sex dolls, numbing cream, butt plugs, anal beads, dog cage. Why'd you order that off, Amazon? Oh, that stuff.

Did I forget to tell you that I've been planning on turning the family room into a fuck dungeon? Or is it supposed to watch TV? Just upstairs. What about the kids? Or are we supposed to tell them? I don't know, just tell them not to head down to the fuck dungeon when they hear groans or screams with a crack of a whip. By the 1970s, while Glenda continued to prostitute herself out in Tulsa, little Glenda

Jean is in grade school. Dad David is designing custom made torture equipment down in the fuck dungeon and selling it via ads placed in the back pages of a fine, upstanding publication called screw magazine. I'm not making this up. What a childhood for a little Glenda Jean. What are your parents do for work? I do not want to talk about it. I will not be talking about it.

Screw magazine, by the way, I had to look into that. It's a real thing. It's a weekly pornographic tabloid that was published from 1968 to 2003 in the US by Al Goldstein. He pumped out 140,000 copies a week at its height. How do I not know about this? The magazine build itself as quote,

jerk off entertainment for men. I do like how like this magazine wasn't even trying to hide what it was. What is that? You can't justify reading something for the articles when it's build as jerk off entertainment for men. I'll also briefly publish the far less successful bitch and smut magazines in 1974.

Smut was self-described as being quote, so filthy that not only do you have to wash after every page, but every reader must disinfect after reading. Smut is so dirty, so scummy that once you have it on your hands, you can't get it off. And David Parker Ray, big fan. He's one of the biggest fans.

He's selling stuff in the back's one of the biggest fans. He's he's selling stuff in the back pages. Of course he is. 1921 43 year old David leaves his third wife slash career prostitute when he finds her in bed with another man who is not a paying customer. Seriously, that's that's the line he drew. He was you know, he said it was her day off. So I knew it didn't have anything to do with money. And then he said he walked out the next day with Joni Lee, her sister-in-law. Dear God, again, poor Glendigene, little Glendigene,

her dad is making fuck toys in the basement and the dungeon. Her mom is an affair having prostitute and now her dad is leaving town with her aunt Joni. Is it possible to have that kind of childhood and then end up with a stable, quiet, financially successful life in the suburbs? I mean, it is. I know there's people who make it, but motherfucker, that has to be a heart to make it to a normal place in life or a successful place in life when you come into life with that big of a handicap from your childhood has to be so hard to become a high-function, well-adjusted adult. If you listening

have overcome some shit anywhere near that and have found your path in life, you know, God, God bless you. Hail Nimra. Okay, so I have to leave in his wife for his sister-in-law who he was clearly having an affair with already if they leave town together the day after he finds out his wife is having an affair. David and Aunt Joni, they drive to California and for the next year, live in grass valley up in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Grass Valley, by the way, is a little 12,000 or so person town, former gold rush, California town, less than 50 miles from

Donner Pass. So they'll suck to suck connection with, you know, several weeks ago. David and Joni, the girl marijuana up in the hills for a year, they live out of a trailer. If only they would have sold enough weed to either be successful enough to stay there or get arrested with enough weed to go to prison for a long time, we wouldn't be talking about David today. And an untold amount of people would be a lot better off. But the weed wasn't selling well enough. The two decided to get regular jobs. They drove to the turn off the death valley in 1991 or 82 somewhere in there. The spot where the road forks, you can go to either Vegas or Phoenix. And according

to David, they flipped a coin to determine which city they would live in. That's how you know you are kicking ass in life. When you're in your thirties and you're flipping coins on the side of the fucking road to determine where you're going to try and have a life. David picked Phoenix, won the toss, so off to Phoenix they go. 1983, David has a job as a mechanic at Canal Motors, a used car dealership and Phoenix, and the two had made things even more awkward for their extended families by getting married. So gross. If my dad left his lady for, you know, her sister or sister-in-law, he'd be fucking

dead to me. Enjoy the rest of your life, you creep. You never welcome this house again. Some people are such preposterous train wrecks. David claimed he was still plagued with violent bondage fantasies at this time and that every six or eight months he said, I would get the urge. I can't tell you what it felt like working around all that temptation. Any time of day, you could see them hookers, four or five of them walking by night and day. I started hiring girls to help relieve the pressure of my fantasy. I'd hire a hooker to do the dirty deed and pay her $300 an hour. I whip them, but I'd never break the skin. Never. We had a code word we would use when I got too rough, when I got too painful for one of them, all they

had to do was say the code word out loud. There was no way Joni Lee would take part in that fantasy. She knew what I liked, but she wouldn't let me use her. She was jealous of the fantasy. We kind of drifted apart. And this is supposedly how things went for about a decade. David, using Phoenix area hookers to satisfy the sadistic urges and Joni wasn't come to with. In 1994, David's fourth marriage finally collapses. And jony had been having epileptic attacks and she

had started drinking real heavy and it was all becoming too much for David to handle. I bet being with David this long had something to do with the heavy drinking, right? And then one day she held a pistol up to David's head and threatened to squeeze the trigger. If only she had, it would be so great. And the grand scheme of things if she just would have pulled that trigger. But she didn't. And then David sent her to her mom in Pennsylvania. And then David claims, for the next three years, it was just me and the fantasy. I was getting the urge every two or three months after that.

I really got worse, especially after I started taking Viagra. I even started taking other pills to suppress my sex drive, nothing worked. I have this master's sketch notebook of drawing. Some of them are real frightening. The sketch is kind of track the progress of the fantasy. I like how he acts like he's trying to control a dark sexual fantasy and takes Viagra.

You know, I was doing everything I could have put out that fire. I was throwing gasoline on it. I was adding more kindling. I was putting dry grass on it and charcoal lighter, kept flipping matches on it. And you know, for some reason, it still kept burning. He also said he was reading a lot of true crime books. He said they kind of fueled the fantasy.

I've been collecting books on serial killers for the last 15 years. I've read all 12 of the Ted Bundy books. And of course, I really like Stephen King. I also like Dean Coates. God dang it. I've read a lot of serial killer books. I'm reading Stephen King's latest right now and I love it. And I've read a lot of Dean Coates. However, I have never had a fuck dungeon or sold fuck toys to screw magazine. Phew. And then David said he read a book by Christine McGuire called Perfect Victim. And then after after that he changed the way he did things.

The killer in the book used to put a woman's head inside a box so she couldn't see what was going on around her and that really turned him on. I'm sure Christine love to find that out. The book he's referring to, or the way it was in New York Times, number one best seller called the Sex Slave and the Girl in the Box Case, it's a true story behind Colleen stands terrifying seven year long, seven year long imprisonment by Cameron Hooker as told by the district attorney who tried the case. It's a crazy story that episodes of criminal minds and law and order and various made for

TV movies have been based on this poor woman was turned into a sex slave through kidnapping and constant brainwashing and she was forced to stay in a small box like a like a smaller than a coffin size box. Small enough to slide under a bed where she was confined 23 hours a day, often on sometimes for several years at a time for over for roughly seven years. And further side note here, the 61 year old piece of shit who imprisoned her was recently up for parole. He's been in prison since 1985. He'll be up for parole again. He was denied this first time, but he'll be up again in 2022. Like, what the fuck? When you were found guilty of

kidnapping someone and then making them live in a tiny box and raping them daily for seven fucking years, why are you allowed a chance of freedom after that? Like why? That's not civilized to have that kind of criminal system. That's a Travity of Justice. Travesty, there you, sorry. But like truly, that motherfucker deserves death. Can we please kill some of these subhuman pieces of shit? Like let me do it.

Like I truly would kill that fuck myself tomorrow if the state allowed me to do it. I truly would, I know it sounds as like, that's easy to say. Oh, man, it would feel so good to just get rid of like one piece of shit like that. Just to know that they were gone forever. Do you understand now why the Punisher is my favorite comic book character of all time? Uh, anyway, David starts really fantasizing about his, uh, having his own long term sex life after reading this story.

He has a very different reaction to this story than I did after reading it. You know, I think, man, fuck that guy. I wish I could just kill him myself. He thinks, man, what a, what a great idea. This guy's figured it out. Man, I wish I could do that. Some girl. Well, shortly after divorcing Aunt Joni, David moves to the sleepy, little resort town of elephant but new Mexico gets a job as a park ranger and at the elephant butte state park. I think about this. How many tourists saw David working at the park in the mid to late 90s driving around the park, making sure people don't, you know, litter, have proper boat permits, you know, do whatever the fuck a park ranger does. And this park ranger is a dude who had made weird sex toys and a fuck dungeon for several years.

He's a man who's whip prostitutes and phoenix for several years. He's a man, you know, actively fantasizing about kidnapping, some woman and torturing her and raping her repeatedly, brainwashing her into becoming a sex slave. And he appears to be just a shy state park ranger. Now just some guy in his late fifties. Now in 1997, 59 year old David Parker Meets who will be the Bonnie to his Clyde 37 year old Cindy Hendy born in 1960. He says, I was real lonely before I met Cindy Hendy. She moved here in 1997 and I met her After she got into trouble for fighting with one of her boyfriend's judge Fitch Sends her to do community service work at Elephant butte State Park where I work The first day I met her she told me in a real matter of fact voice

I don't like women and I don't like men much either. Didn't take long until I fell madly in love with her. Even right now, I love her dearly. It's so fucked up. You clearly hated himself as much as victims. Your head is not right if you made a woman who's doing community service for I'm guessing assaulting her former boyfriend. And then she tells you she doesn't like women and then she really doesn't like men either. And they're like, I love her. This is, she's perfect. David and Cindy started dating

and he didn't discuss his dark fantasies with her, according to him. Based on what you're gonna find out later, I don't believe this one bit. But that's what he said. He said slowly in his own words, I manipulated her to my fantasy. She allowed me to do anything to her body

even though she didn't like it. I softened my fantasies for her, because I didn't want to alienate her. Once I showed her my album of drawings, and it scared her, I don't think it scared her that bad, because she didn't leave. She became as accomplished.

And as we'll find out soon, he may, I'd say probably, having been doing a lot more than drawing evil shit before he met her. As in, I think definitely, even though he was, you know, not found guilty in court. And at this point we're gonna hop out of today's time suck timeline because we're gonna be bouncing around

you know years and stuff for the for the rest of the story. Good job soldier. You've made it back. Barely. David in the self-disclosed timeline we've walked down so far, you know, I feel probably left out a lot of details about his story like a probably shit ton of murders. Some think he may have started killing his earliest 1950s pure speculation, but it's out there. Even though he is now known as a toy box killer, he actually would never be convicted

of a single murder. Before we dive into why that may have gone down that way, let's talk about what did happen. Before we further talk about what may have happened, let's jump ahead to where our story began earlier today to Cindy vigil, Cynthia vigil, running naked and bloody through an elephant but trailer park and calling the police at March 22nd, 1999. Again, she was just 22 when this happened. And when the police showed up in the trailer that she run into an interviewer,

this is a story she gave them, taken straight from the police report. This is the words of the police report. She indicated that on Saturday, March 20th, 1999, between 10 and 11 a.m., she was street walking on central avenue, Highway 66, and 11 a.m. she was street walking on central avenue highway 66 in Albuquerque and she was introduced to the two suspects by a local pimp. She met David Parker Ray and Cindy Hendy and a recreational vehicle owned by Ray.

When she stepped inside the RV, Ray showed her a small police badge and told her she was under arrest for solicitation. Hendy then came out of the vehicle restroom and handcuffed her. She was restrained to a fixture in the camper and the suspect's trip to her of all of her clothing and threatened to shock her if she resisted. Ms. Visual stated that she was then taken

to an unknown location where she was restrained by her arms and her legs. She said Ray placed dildos into her vagina and rectum simultaneously while Hendy watched. She described receiving shock therapy, in which Ray attached electrical connections to her breasts, which would send electrical shocks through her body. Both times, Hendy would wave a small revolver threatening to shoot her if she tried to escape while this went on. Miss vigil recounted how on Sunday, March

21st, 1999, Ray and H Handy hung her up from the ceiling in one bedroom by her arms and legs. She was then whipped on the back with a leather whip. After the whipping, Ray inserted a large metal dildo into her vagina. Ms. Vigil also de-stated that an introductory audio tape recording was played to her, detailing what David Ray was going to do to her. She was also shown photographs of other naked women who had been tied up. Ms. Vigil stated that Ray took photographs of her while she was restrained from the ceiling of one of his rooms. She referred to this as the dirty room. My God, this audio tape, by the way, we're going to examine later and it is fucking off

the chart dark. It's so crazy. Miss Vigil also described being taken into the place that would give David Parker Ray, his dark nickname, the toy box. Well shortly after David Parker raised capture FBI agent Yance, uh, walked up to the rear end of this toy box as $100,000 handmade chamber of horse. And that's, and that's what they, they guess he spent on creating this thing. Uh, the agent first noticed he didn't have any windows. He walked up to four steps, opened what had previously been a double dead bolted steel reinforced

door hanging on the wall was rolled of paper towels. It said, home, sweet home on the left wall, Jim noticed a large white sign with the big red block letters that identified David Ray's name for his little private hideaway, Satan's Den. Next to the big sign was a smaller white sign with black underlined letters that identified what Yance was about to see, the bondage room, standing right next to Satan's Den. That sign was a tall tripod with a very expensive RCA Victor camcorder pointing towards a large black leather table,

slash chair rigged up with metal strips, electrodes and dozens of red plastic straps hanging from the ceiling next to what looked like this. Guy in a college table was an RCA Victor television set position so that female victims could see what Ray was doing to them. Walking up the left side of the chamber, Yant saw a coat hanger with a long black robe hanging from it. The robe had a red cape.

This is like his fucking state ritual, little outfit. There was a business like clipboard hanging next to the robe and y'all noticed it ray. Had what looked like a roll call list of victims he'd kidnapped between 1993 and 1997. Each nameless woman on the list had cowboy-like notch marks listing how many times they'd been assaulted and their date of capture. 18 victims were on the clipboard. Many had over 50 notches. Halfway down the left hand wall, yawts walked up to a large cork bulletin board covered with a black and white photographs and color photographs and black and white drawings of women all being tortured a sign above the bulletin board read the lure of Satanism. There were pictures of women in obvious pain. One woman had naked breasts hog tied at the base

with circles of constriction white rope making them bulge. Old-fashioned wooden clothespins were attached to each nipple. Her face smothered in fear. A third picture showed a faceless woman tied down to a bench press with her legs forced wide apart. Bruises covered her body, especially the inside of her thighs. Another drawing showed a woman down in her hands and knees forced white apart. Bruises cover her body, especially the inside of her thighs. Another drawing showed a woman down in her hands and knees attached to something Ray called

his doggy frame. We will hear more about that particular device when we cover his audio tapes. There was a drawing of a woman hanging from the ceiling by her ankles and hands with a man below and starting two dildos ended the two openings between her legs. The man playing doctor wore a satanic pentagram around his neck, resumble a much younger version of David Parker Ray must action all. The wall on the right hand side of the toy box was covered with David's tools, chains, whips, paddles, pulleys, leather belts, saw blades, harnesses, handcuffs, ropes, wires, needles, pins, screw clamps, nipple clamps, breast

camps, breast section cups, uh, suction cups, metal bras, sandpaper, fuck. Metal dildos, wooden dildos, plastic dildos, latex dildos of all sizes, a branding iron, a soldering iron, and weighted lead sinkers. There was even an assortment of fish hooks. iron and weighted lead sinkers. There was even an assortment of fish hooks. Motherfucker. A large yellow generator sat on the floor under the wall of the dangling sex toys, had a handle on top was attached to the back of a 15 inch flesh-colored motorized dildo pointing forward, designed to look exactly like a man's penis. Right down to the bulging veins, the giant rubber device looked as big as a large sausage and was so thick no man could ever grip it around the middle with the closed fist.

Uh, the back of the generator had three switches, buzzer, light and probe. The entire apparatus looked like it could be picked up and wielded like quote, some kind of jackhammer, mother fucker. He deserves to be dead just for what we've just described. This is some of the most vile shit I've ever read about. This guy was not interested in and providing anyone with pleasure. The space between the walls of the cargo trailer were filled with large gynecological table chair rig to slide back and forth on a six foot tracked wired to a voltage meter with wires that could be

attached to a wind's breasts and her genitalia. A large hooded elbow light was bolted to the end of the table to illuminate the victims vagina while Ray forced her to watch him Ray for live on TV. Walking down the right side of the chamber, Yon slipped down at the floor and saw a one-foot tall Barbie doll with long black hair. Minotor chains were attached like shackles and hanging from her ankles, wrist, nipples, and neck. This is just a big fucking joke to him.

You know, he's making a little doll that you know he fucking taunted victims with, you know, showing them what was gonna happen to them, just a rape to torture all this big laugh. To this sadistic fuck, man. Uh, finally, a riot, it is unbelievable. This is like, this is shit that happened. Like someone fucking made this thing. A is like, this is shit that happened. Like someone, fucking made this thing.

A human being made this thing and decided to do this stuff to other human beings. Finally arriving at the back of the trailer on the right side, Yonsexam and Ray, stainless steel medicine cabinet. It was covered with latex gloves, four steps, rolls of cotton, Spanish KY jelly, petroleum jelly, bottles of chloroform,

ammonia poppers, hypodermic syringes. There was three white candles that were mounted on top of a model of a human skull. The bleach skull was standing next to a hand carved wooden dildo to the left was a collection of David Ray's small library of mostly female anatomy and witchcraft books, books like the dark world of witches, American psycho, and emergency victim care. That is not a reassuring book to see there, emergency victim care. Multiple piles of torture drawings.

Agent Yantz found one picture, or I guess, or I'm sorry, one of the torture drawings, excuse me, that would forever leave a permanent imprint on his mind. It was labeled the 12 volt motorized breast stretcher. And he'd seen a photograph of Cindy vigil, Cynthia vigil in the toy box that looked like this drawing. So this had happened to Cynthia. David Ray had a drawing of a naked woman strapped down by her hips, belly and chest with the hood over her face. Rubberline clamps were attached to her nipples,

connected to the machine by nylon cords, where he had typed instructions telling his followers how to torture the victim. So it's not just him doing the stuff. Operate mortar motor with the lever in the up position. Attach clamps securely to each nipple. Tighten cord until breasts are stretched to the maximum length.

Turn machine on, watch nipples for indication of tearing, and check clamps for slippage continue to operate. And then it has a note. He literally writes note. The process is very painful and due to the constant motion, the body will not adjust to the pain. During the operation, the subject will remain in extremely painful distress. And there are even more horrific details about the toy box, but that's all I can handle

in this little section. I fucking hate him so much. Agent Yance also listen to the tape that was played for Cynthia and for who knows how many other women who were caught. This incredibly is even darker than what we've already covered in our description of the toy box. So victims like Cynthia Vigil, after being kidnapped, would be forced to listen to a fucked-up sadism orientation tape.

You know, that jigsaw type shit I talked about earlier, the whole like, would you like to play a game? Just monstrous. I have a transcript of the orientation tape. The actual tapes real audio has not been released and I hope it never is. It's way too long to read all of it. It's going to be about an hour's worth of info, maybe an hour and a half even. It's too vile to stick with for even close to that long. But this is, you know, we are going to explore this dark subject matter. That's why we're here. I have

selected some excerpts. Here's how it starts. And again, this is super dark. This is the part where I was like, oh, fuck, man, I don't know about this. He says he opens the tape with, hello, there, bitch. Are you comfortable right now? I doubt it. Rists and ankles chained, gagged, probably blindfolded. You are disorientated and scared too. I would imagine perfectly normal under the circumstances. For a little while, at at least you need to get your shit together and listen to this tape. It is very relevant to your situation. I'm going to tell you in detail why you have been kidnapped, what's going to happen to you and how long you'll be here.

I don't know the details of your capture because this tape is being created July 23rd, 1993, as a general advisory tape for future female captives. He wasn't caught until March of 1999. Had he been doing this shit for at least six years, six years, at least, probably quite a bit longer, because I don't think you start with a tape like this. I think you would probably, you would do it for so long, you got tired of having to go over the rules. And finally reached a point of like, I, I tired of getting all these women, I kidnap and you know torture, call up to speed, gotta, gotta make a tape. That'd be so much more efficient for the massive amounts of torture and I'm doing. He loses that much when he continues. He says the information I'm

going to give you is based on my experience dealing with captives over a period of several years. If at a future date, there are any major changes in our procedures, the tape will be upgraded. What a weird detail to add. Like, why would anyone give a shit about, why would the person, I would love to hear like a psychologist take and why he included that detail?

Like, does he think the person waking up tied up in a fucking metal box cares about future upgrades to their torture scenario? You know, is anyone ever waking up tied up in a fucking metal box cares about future upgrades to their torture scenario. You know, as anyone ever waking up thinking like, yeah, is this valid? I mean, this tape was made several years ago. Like, am I, am I going to be tortured according to the guidelines of this tape

or am I going to be, you know, disappointed to things have changed? And no one's even bothered to tell me, you know? Oh, oh, okay, okay, good. The information is correct. They would update it. Okay, good. Okay, so I will be tortured in the manner. You're going to describe, okay, okay, good. The information is correct. They would update it. Okay, good. Okay.

So I will be tortured in the manner. You're going to describe, okay, perfect, perfect. Continue. Now, like what is going on in his head where that detail seems like an important thing to say, he says, now you are obviously here against your will. Totally helpless. Don't know where you're at. Don't know what's going to happen to you.

You're very scared or very pissed off. I'm sure that you've already tried to get your wrists and ankles loose and know you can't. Now you're just waiting to see what's gonna happen next. You probably think you're gonna be raped and you're fucking sure right about that. It's literally what he says. Our primary interest is in what you've got between your legs. You'll be raped thoroughly and repeatedly

in every hole you've got because basically you've been snatched and brought to us here to train and use as a sex life. Fuck! Can you imagine waking up bound? Possibly gagged. Tafes plane and that's what you hear. That's what that's happened to humans. So that's how it starts and now I'm gonna be skipping around here. One point he says you're gonna be kept here and used until such time as we get tired of fucking around with you. And we will eventually in a month or two, maybe

three. And then he actually says, it's no big deal. I swear, God, it's no big deal. What is big deal? I just keep you tied up for raping and cutting and shocking and stuff. It's no problem. You get used to it. It's, uh, we follow guidelines of tape. It's no big deal. I professional. I have cocked it. it's not soft or shameful, I penetrate you aggressively, it's fine, it's no problem, it's no big deal. Like again, why, why that sentence? It's no big, later he says, you're going to be kept in a hidden slave room. Oh, by the way, if you're a new listener, you're like, what the why Russian? That

was, that was Chagatila. Uh, you're going to be kept in a hidden slave room. It is relatively soundproof, escape proof, it is completely stocked with devices and equipment to You're going to be kept in a hidden slave room. It is relatively soundproof, escape proof. It is completely stocked with devices and equipment to satisfy our sexual fetishes and deviations. And then later he says, I've been doing this too long. I've been raping bitches ever since I was old enough to jerk off and tie little girls' hands behind their back.

As far as I'm concerned, you're a pretty piece of meat to be used and exploited. I don't give a flying fuck about your mind or how you feel about the situation. You may be married, have a kid or two, boyfriend, girlfriend, a job, car payment, fuck it. I don't give a rat's ass about any of that and I don't want to hear about it. This shit was played in court. Think about that. I feel like in a perfect world, this is where the trial ends, right? Like they everyone agrees agrees the judge, the

prosecutor, even the defendant, they agree that we're going to take a quick vote. Show of hands. If the jury all agree that the voice on the tape is the voice of David Parker Ray, the man in court, a dude comes in and just shoots him several times in the dick and lets him bleed out in the middle of court. Then a janitor immediately starts cleaning up. Maybe they let the victims do what they want to his body. Like, then a janitor immediately, uh, starts cleaning up, maybe they let the, uh, victims do what they want to, to his body. Like as he's dying, yeah, you want to shout some shit and let's ask, get in here, go for it.

Maybe a janitor immediately starts cleaning up, you know, if someone else, you know, when he's dead, throws his body into dumpster out back and just sets a piece of shit on fire. Uh, later he says, uh, later he says, your pussy and asshole is going to get a real workout, especially your asshole, because I'm in to animal sex. What? Animal sex. I don't think that's how they do it, Dave.

Animals fuck to keep their species going, and you can't do that, despite what I've sung in my Priny song, you can't actually make a butt baby. Animal sex does not in fact involve a butthole, ever, on purpose. Yeah, I don't think if there are some animals out there making some butt babies, I don't know about, why don't you let me know. But again, they are playing this in court. They're playing that in court while the victims and the victim's families are like sitting

in rows behind him. We're up on the stand against the victim's like he's sitting there next to his defense attorney. There's a sonographer, the bailiff, they're all having to listen to this. If you're the defense attorney, by the way, how do you continue to represent someone like this? Like truly, I truly am curious, like, how do you justify it in your head? How do you not just just walk away from the case at that point?

Like, I'm sorry, your honor. I need to dismiss myself, dismiss myself, excuse me, from this case. Before I take the pen, I'm supposed to be using to jot down notes at the help this guy, uh, get out of jail and just jam it into his fucking eyeball. Uh, he's guilty. Everybody, he is super guilty. Uh, later, David says also, both of those holes are going to be sub, uh, subjected to a lot of use with some large dildos, rather large, actually, where he's rather large, dildos, among other things. And it goes without saying that there's going to be a lot of use with some large dildos rather large actually rather large dildos among other things and it goes without saying that there's gonna be a lot of oral sex on numerous occasions you're gonna be forced to suck cock and eat pussy until your jaw aches and your

tongue is sore you may not like it but you're fucking sure gonna do it. You really he really put all this stuff on tape. Later he says I've already told you that you're gonna be here a month or two maybe three if you keep us turned on. If it's up to my lady, we keep you indefinitely. She says it's just as much fun and less risky, but personally I like variety, a fresh pussy now and then to play with.

We take four or five different girls each, each year. Four or five girls a year, like eight or what? Eight or 10 total? And what girls are referring to here? If this is 1993, did he have an accomplice before Cindy handy? Maybe one he killed well, he did, he did have at least one accomplice who we're going to talk about. And it's going to make this story even worse than what it already is. Later, he reassures the victim that he probably won't kill him. He says, if I killed every bitch we kidnapped, every body strong all over the country. And besides, I don't like killing a girl unless

it's absolutely necessary. So I devised a safe, altered method of disposal. I had plenty of bitches to practice on over the years. So I pretty well got it down Pat and I enjoy doing it. He throws that in there and I enjoy it. And I enjoy it. He says, I get off on mind games after we completely, after we're completely through with you, you're going to be drugged up real heavy with a combination of sodium, penthanol, and phenylbarbitol. They're both hypnotic drugs that will make you extremely susceptible to hypnosis, auto hypnosis, and hypnotic suggestion. You're going to be kept drugged a couple days while I play with your mind.

By the time I get through brainwashing you, you're not going to remember a fucking thing about this little adventure. You won't remember this place, us, or what has happened to you. There won't be any DNA evidence because you'll be bathed in both holes between your legs. You'll be thoroughly flushed out. You'll be dressed, sedated, and then turn loose on some country road, bruised, sore all over, but nothing that won't heal up in a week or two. The thought of being brainwashed may not be appealing to you, but we've been doing it a long time and it works. What if he's not bullshitting about this? What if they did

kidnap, rape, torture, then drug up and clean up and brainwash and then dump a whole bunch of it? How many people do you do this to? We'll never know. The victims may never realize it ever happened to him. He also lets them know that's terrifying. This is like an urban legend. This plays out like an urban legend. The kind of shit you wake up in a fucking bathtub full of ice with your kidneys cut off cut out, you know, that that one apparently is not supposed to be true, but this shit is true. He also lets him know that there's no sense in trying to escape from the toy box. You know, you're going to be kept in an environment that is even more secure than a prison cell. If it is not already been done very shortly, a still collar is going to be padlocked around

your neck. It has a long heavy chain that is padlocked to a ring in the floor. The collar will never be removed until you are turned loose. It is a permanent fixture. The hidden playroom where you're going to be kept has steel walls, floor, and ceiling. It is virtually soundproof and has a steel door with two keyed locks. The hinges are welded on and there are two heavy dead bolts on the outside. The room is totally escape proof even with tools. Anytime that you are left unattended in the room, your wrist will be chained and there are two heavy dead bolts on the outside. The room is totally escape proof even with tools.

Anytime that you are left unattended in the room, your wrists will be chained and there are electronic sensors too, let us know if you move around too much. And if that's not enough, there is a closed circuit TV system with a surveillance camera. It is wired to the main TV in the living room so we can check on you once in a while, or just set and watch you for the fun of it. Electronics is a wonderful thing, expensive but hell, everything in the room is expensive and damn well worth it. If everybody knew how much fun it was to keep a sex slave, half the women would be chained up in somebody's basement. Fuck. He's just so casual, it's like he's trying to kind of like have a sense of humor about it as well.

Jesus Christ. He wasn't bullshit in about the toy box man. He really did have that thing solidly secured and hands with cameras all that stuff. I've seen the pictures is unreal. You know, you wonder how Park Ranger could afford to put $100,000 into a fuck done. Somebody did it. Goes on for a long time about how no one's coming to rescue him. No one's, you know, don't bother to ask. Let's go. He talks about how sometimes they're going to be taken out of the toy box and in the living room, the trailer, where he's built a special dog fucking contraption. Seriously, Bojangles just growled by the way. I know I've referenced Bojangles being a little bit of a ladies man, even though he is a

dog, but always consensual always. Praise Bojangles, he is a good boy. This dog, well, I guess you can't blame the dog. Dog doesn't know what they're doing, but this is unbelievable to me. David says, this is part of the tape. This is part of what you hear when you wake up. You'll be taken into the living room and put on the floor on your hands and knees. And again, all this has been played in court naked. Your wrists, ankles, knees and hips will be strapped to a metal frame to hold your body in that position. The frame

is designed for doggy fucking. You're asked up in the air, sex organs exposed. Your tits hanging down on each side of a metal support bar, knee spread about 12 inches, position similar to that of a bitch dog in heat right in the middle of the floor so we can settle the couch in and chairs and watch. I'm going to rub canine breeders musk on your back, the back of your neck and on your sex organs. Now I have three dogs, all of them's male cause they don't need any fucking pups. And again, it's like he thinks they're friends.

You know, and these dogs are male. And then you try to get into like small talk. You know, cause I don't fucking look. I don't have time for pups. I got a lot of shit on my plate. Supervisor at the park has been riding my ass about overtime lately. And I got to fucking, I've been trying

to order some new fuck down and stuff. And shipping, you know, has been kind of eating a lot of my profits. And anyway, back to the horrible shit I'm gonna do to you some new fuck down and stuff. And shipping, you know, has been kind of eating a lot of my profits. And anyway, back to the horrible shit I'm gonna do to you. He's a fucking maniac. One of them is a very large German shepard that is always horny, and he loves it when I bring him in the house to fuck a woman.

And I let him in the house, you know, after I let him in the house, he'll sniff around you a little bit, and within a minute, he'll be mounting you. There's about a 50-50 chance which hole he'll get his penis into. But it doesn't seem to bother him whether it's the pussy or the asshole. His penis is pretty thin, it goes in easy, but it's about 10 inches long, and when he gets completely excited, he gets a hell of a knot right in the middle of it. Now I've had slaves tell me that

it feels like they got a baseball inside of him. It doesn't take long, he can hump you real fast for about 3-4 minutes. Again, imagine hearing this is what is in store for you. He goes on for quite a bit about the dogfuckin, like for a long time. He describes how the German Shepherd tends to scratch up women's breasts, describe how it takes dog about three minutes to get his wing back out of a vagina, about five minutes to get back out of a butt. It says he's timed it. One of the weirdest possible users of a stopwatch.

He also says that when his girl is not around to watch the dogfuck, and he makes sure that the dog's atomizes you. So, you know, he said 50, 50 chance earlier, but it sounds like more of like a probably like a 80, 20 kind of thing where you're probably getting probably getting the the butt treatment, because he said that's more fun for him to watch. And all the while this is playing the the defense attorney again, just sitting there, taking notes, whispering back and forth with David, this is playing in court, victims,

victims, families here and all this shit, so surreal. Later after repeating a lot of what I've already said to you, he has said about all that stuff. Uh, he gives the, the sex, uh, slave a warning about the oral sex. He says, if, if during the oral sex or any other time you should bite one of us, I'm gonna have to cut you a little bit. I'll cut your nipple off for a starter, and if it's a bad bite, I'll cut your chin off too.

I've been bitten and I've cut off nipples and I don't fuck around. Then you launch it into a long speech about essentially doing what you're told. If I tell you to move your legs this way, you do it, same for the mistress. Then he tells the sex slave that after the first little bit of captivity, things can get better.

He says, later after the new nurse wears off, things will kind of settle into something of a routine. We'll only be spending three or four hours each day in the playroom. You're gonna have a lot of time to rest, sleep, watch TV, or whatever. He's actually saying this, like this is, you know, like he's treating you all right now.

If you're acting halfway decent, you'd be left in a reasonably comfortable position so you can relax. As far as sex goes, your mistress is gonna want to push you eating a couple of times a day. For my part, I like getting off on a slave twice, sometimes three times each day, using her mouth or an arousal. Again, so casual about the most terrific stuff, like he's your friend. Look, it's- it's not a deal. You eat to mistress several times a day, you get aggressive, anal

throttling, a couple times a day, then you hang out in fuck's box, you eat to mac and cheese, rum and noodles, uh, watch your friends, you can watch sign failed, it's hang out in fuck's box you eat mac and cheese, ramen noodles, watch your friends You can watch sign failed. It's no problem. It's gonna be deal Unreal. It's unreal. How much of a sociopath he is Like he's so fucking twisted How twisted what normal to him has become like he has his tone of like, yeah, there's there's no reason to get dramatic about us You know like look, I get it. It's kind of a bummer being chained up and fucked by strangers and their dogs, but hey, shit happens and listen, it's gonna be over soon.

You fucking watch some TV, Well, blow you up with drugs, We'll dump you out in the country road, you know, with your butt and your vagina all torn to shit, and then you'll probably kind of heal and, you know, What you fucking, you're fine. Thanks to go back to find. Later, he even tries to assure them that there won't be, they won't be permanently injured. He says, we are into SNM and you're going to, and we're going to hurt you a little. But everything we do to a girl is designed to cause pain, not injury. There is a big difference.

No matter how painful it is, nothing we plan to do to your body will cause me serious or permanent damage. Again, it's no big deal. It's just, you know, it's hurt. It's hurt like you die and wake up hell, but in time, but I'll return to normal. For a, for a, it won't always feel like dog baseball penis inside, but then he says you're gonna be with lightly for pleasure. The electric shock will be used lightly for pleasure. Most of the other nasty little things we're gonna do for the most part will be done on your

breasts, nipples in between your legs. Mostly what we do to a captive is stick needles in her breasts and through her nipples, through her cut lips, through her clits, and I'm into stretching certain things. For some reason, that term is one of the most horrific terms of the whole thing to me, into stretching certain things. I think that's the one, if I hear it, I just start screaming and I lose my mind forever.

You know, oh my God, then it continues with the description of sexual torture, saying clams, you know, fuck, he goes on and on. He goes on and on, unreal. God, at one point he says, actually, you know, this is pretty well covers it. You know, he speaks in moments like he has to do it all. This tone of like, look, I always have something I could do for you, but this is going to be very painful and unpleasant, but look, I just work here. I just work at the toy box, you know, technically, yeah, I'm the owner proprietor,

but the non-business side of me does wish I could let you go, but, you know, it's bad for business, rules and rules. Finally, the tape ends, it ends with this. He says, basically, I just wanna become very familiar with your sex organs and the size of your holes. Fuck. All girls are different. During the size of your holes. Fuck. All girls are different.

During the course of the day, you're gonna be raped several times, but that's no big deal. Fuck, I swear to God, he's, Jesus Christ, that's the word to you. The second day, after you get totally familiar with the rules and procedures, you're gonna get down to the nitty-gritty.

A lot of it will not be very pleasant for you, but you might as well get used to it because it's gonna be like that for a while. Eventually things will settle down a little. Then just take a day by day. Well, I believe I've told you about everything I can. be very pleasant for you, but you might as well get used to it because it's going to be like that for a while. Eventually things will settle down a little. Then just take a day by day. Well, I believe I've told you about everything I can. I cannot predict the future.

I cannot predict changes of procedure, but if the tape is being played for you, I have to assume that it is still reasonably accurate. And I can only give you the following advice. Be smart and be a survivor. Don't ever scream. Don't talk without permission. Be very quiet. Be docile and obedient and by all means, show proper respect. Have a nice day. This

mother fucker has the nerve after all of that to end with show proper respect. Have a nice day. I swear, I just, I right now, I wish I could fucking find his accomplice and just use a sledgehammer to smash her fucking skull in and do the same with some other people that we're going to find out we're involved. I wish I could bring him back to life just to just to fucking put him in a cage like somewhere where people can just like there's a picture like he's in a cage hanging from a ceiling and there's long sharp sticks that you get to just walk by anybody gets one and you just get to grab it and you just poke him wherever you want for as hard as you want.

I don't know that I've ever I thought I thought I hated Richard Ramirez as much as I could possibly hate someone that I'd never met. I think I think I fucking hate this guy more than I've ever hated anyone. Oh God, I wish you could die. We're death and he did. So. Okay, so enough for enough horrific crime details. We all get the picture. How is he arrested?

Who is he arrested with? Well, David might not have been arrested at all, had Cindy vigil not escaped from that horror show. Three days after being kidnapped and tortured, this is how she escaped. Well, Ray was at work doing his park rangering. Hendy accidentally leaves the keys to vigil's restraints on a table near where she's chained. She gets a hold of the keys with the freezer hands. Before she can free her legs, Hendy finds out what's going on, tries to stop her from escaping, even smashes

her over the head with a lamp. But Vigil is determined to escape. She's able to grab a nearby ice pick, you know, one that was undoubtedly used on either her or some other victim in the worst way you can think of. And she jams handy in the neck. She's able to stab her in the neck. She's able to free her legs as handy staggers back. And then she runs off naked like we described. And then David Parker Ray is arrested at work and his girlfriend Cindy Lee Hendy is apprehended at home that same day, March 22, 1999. During question, they stick to the same story, they must have planned, uh, you know, for a case of this happening. They said that the woman they had, the Cynthia was a heroin addict, and they were just trying to help her detoxify. Trying to help her detox, and she's thinking a bunch of crazy shit.

But then a search of Ray's property reveals the toy box, and the sadism 101 orientation tape we just went over and, and it is game over. And it kind of investigators immediately suspect that along with rabie and a turtle rapist he has to be a serial killer. And you would think it would be game over but not quite. Despite vigil story and evidence, prosecutors and police are worried initially about getting charges to stick because the problem is vigil's credibility. She was admitted prostitute and there was no way to prove that she wasn't there willingly. Because David and Hendy could claim this was all just a big SNM sex game, which they

would. They would switch her story to that. It's all a big game. You know, we were embarrassed at first to talk about it, but you know, a lot of people do this. There's bondage clubs all over. We thought she was having fun. It's all for shits and giggles.

So could prosecutors prove beyond a reasonable doubt without a body without any other victims. This was not consensual. That this was not just a bunch of dark, kinky shit. Luckily, after newspapers run the story about the couples arrest, another victim comes forward. Angelique Montenio or Montanio, told police she'd also been kidnapped rapes and tortured by Ray and Hendy for three days, held against her will drugged and left by a highway out in the desert. She'd also been kidnapped rapes and tortured by Ray and Hendy for three days held against her will drugged and left by a highway out in the desert She'd been found by police She did complain against a couple she told the police what had happened to her But they just thought it seemed absurd and that she was making it up

Well now that she sees the stoward in the paper. She decides to pursue it. Thank God a second time Angelique had moved to truth her consequences 1996 in order to kind of try and turn her life around Method almost killed her in the big city. She figured, you know, maybe a new chance to start all over Might be just what she and her infant son Abel needed Wasn't so lucky for five days Says in one one article three one day was five so I don't know between three and five days She was tortured in Chamber of Horrors by David Ray Cindy Hendy theort began when she decided to bake a cake according to her for her boyfriend Frank

Simbrano, who was living with her and her five year old son, he was five year old at time able. So I guess she moved and he was a little baby then at this time this happens. He's five. So she says she knew who Cindy was kind of like through a friend and then Cindy had offered to give her a cake mix packet and some greens for frosting. So she goes over to the white and brown recreational vehicle on their property, David, who she'd never met, was hiding inside, and then all of a sudden he pops out, puts a knife to

her throat, says she's been abducted, and then, you know, takes her to the trailer, takes her to the, this fucking toy box. Sets her down, tells her to relax, everything's gonna be fine, but then comes back, they becomes back with the knife, slapster, ripped your clothes off. They put the dog collar on, the chains around her ankles,

tell her welcome to your worst nightmare. You've very woken up screaming in the night, where the people you're dreaming about. Fuck. And then they begin that second reduction. They play the tape, they actually also played a video, showed it, showed their torture room

and things they had done to others. Said she was so terrified, she could hardly watch, but they were getting a kick out of showing it to her. And then, oh, and then, and then after all that, they lever, she says, chain to the bed for three days. So again, maybe it was three. Keeps coming back and forth in different articles.

David goes to work, sent the ass days to watch her. On the third day, David tells her, I wanna show you my toys, so I'm sorry. It's kinda confusing because he had different rooms of torture. And so sometimes people would be tied up initially in the trailer where they would do certain things to him and then also they would take her to the toy box.

So then he says, okay, sorry. I was a little confused with trying to kind of hodgepodge together various articles, stories about that. They're surprisingly not a lot of detail information on the web about this guy, despite the heinous crime see committed. Thank you for this one book I found, which is in the PDF of the episode notes on the app as all the episodes have their notes. And you can see what book it is.

I don't know if I'll tell my head right now, but it's written in the nose. But anyway, um, he had, you know, the third day. So I think it was five days. It was three days in the trailer and then the last couple days in the toy box. So he says, we're going to the toy box. I want to show you my toys. And then he says, she says they took her to another trailer where David put her on the table, like, kind of, uh, kind of, uh, kind of college.

You table ties her down hand and foot looking around. She says I could see things. It looked like medical instruments, pliers, clamps, kind of, kind of, kind of college table, ties her downhand and foot, looking around. She says, I could see things, it looked like medical instruments, pliers, clamps, all the shit we talked about. She said it was like a torture chamber that you see in movies. She said, all that stuff paralyzed her with fear. She said that David called his horrible instruments, his friends, and then, you know, Helen suit, just all the stuff we've talked about.

And then, she is, or I guess, and then, story, they're convinced that no one's going to believe her story and that she wouldn't remember enough of it to convince anyone. And then they let her go. And then wearing the same clothes she was wearing five days earlier, she puts out her thumb, tries to hitch a ride back home. She manages to flag down an off-duty share from Los Luna's County. She tells him the whole story and, you know, he doesn't, he doesn't bite. She, he drives her back to her boyfriend who doesn't buy it either. Um, they all think she's just making this shit up. It's too insane to be true.

All right. So then she's, so then now the place to have their second person. It's like, yep, they did it to me too. And then thanks to the press coverage, a third person comes forward. A woman named Kelly von Cleve, a woman from Arizona called the FBI and actually somebody comes to the FBI on this woman's behalf. You'll see what happens here.

Woman from Arizona calls the FBI right after she sees David Ran TV reports that her daughter-in-law, technically former daughter-in-law, had disappeared for three nights and days back in 1996. Janet Murphy told the FBI the following story about a 22-year-old girl with a swan tattoo on her ankle. That's Kelly von Cleef. Murphy told the FBI the following story about a 22 year old girl with a swan tattoo on her ankle. That's Kelly von Cleef. The FBI had already confiscated one of David's video tapes with a variety of women being tortured on them.

And one was of a woman being sexually tortured who had this tattoo, who had this tattoo of the swan on her ankle. They were actually, that's how they were able to corroborate her story is there was videos of her being tortured. They found later. And here's what her story is there was videos of her being tortured they found later. And here's what her story is. She says, in July of 1996, and this is the former mother-in-law in July of 1996, my 22 year old, excuse my 20 year old son, Patrick married a young girl from truth or consequences

he'd only known for six weeks. He was in the Navy in San Diego and home on leave when he met her. It was kind of a quick thing when they got married. I wanted him to take it a little bit slower. I just figured she latched on the Patrick because she wanted some financial security. Right after they got married, they were stayed at my house and he was catering to her all the time. I guess they were having sexual problems just like a lot of newly wed couples do. They fought one night and the next morning, Kelly came to me and said, Mom, I'm going to go see some friends, I'll be back later. She didn't

come back for three days. I was really upset and so was Patrick. He reported her missing and he looked for her night and day. He was really worried that she was hanging out with some really bad people. By the end of the second day, we talked and he decided to divorce her. We thought she just up and left him and was out fooling around with her friends. On the third morning, we were out doing yard work when this state vehicle pulls up. David Parker Ray was behind the wheel, the balls on this guy. The guy who does it drops her off back home.

Kelly gets out of the truck and right away I noticed that she looked all messed up, dirty. And that wasn't like Kelly at all. She was a very clean person. It looked like she had to hang over, but I knew for a fact she hardly ever drank. She didn't do drugs either. Her eyes were wandering.

She was barefoot and missing her wedding ring. Her hair was all messed up. She came over and sat on the porch. I tried to talk with her and she said mostly she couldn't remember. Mr. Ray told us he had found her wandering on the beach down at Hot Springs Cove. And then he smiled and said, I thought I'd better bring her home. She was dehydrated and we stopped at Earl's Diamond gas station and I bought her a cup of coffee,

which is actually not what you do if someone is dehydrated. You fucking weirdo. My son came walking out of the house and told Kelly he wanted a divorce and we told her she couldn't come in the house unless she signed the divorce papers. Wow, okay. She left with David Ray, my God. And then came back two days later and got all her belongings. Patrick divorced her at the end of July and he didn't see Kelly until the following

April when the two kids talked about the possibility of getting married one more time. She moved in to stay with me for a few days, he didn't trust her and neither did I. After a few days I asked her to leave my house and I didn't think about her too much until I saw all the TV news about David Ray kidnapping and torturing those two other girls. I feel so darn guilty she told the FBI sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't believe her and now I think that David had her all three of those nights I don't know what he did to her memory But I think he probably did some wicked things to her body my son and Kelly van Cleve had only been married two weeks

So I wonder way this is all put together if when she went back with this guy That's when he took her back to the toy box box plate with her fucking memory all fucked up Anyway, that motherfucker not only did he sexually torture some girl for three days, three to five days, he destroyed her new marriage. Clearly, his memory cocktail worked. He really did figure out how to kidnap girls torture him and just release him back in society. It made me wonder how the weirdest thought.

I wonder if like a few of those alien abduction anal probe stories, you know, which arguably are, you know, probably more popular on Roswell, New Mexico, you know, stories of, you know, people having a vague Recallation of being taken hostage, molested anal probed. I wonder if a few of those stories were actually David Parker right like like honestly What the fuck when the FBI contacted Kelly she confided she'd been played by nightmares for years She told investigators some shit that would lead to more arrests and it makes a story even more insane than it already is when you know And she didn't

even realize until the investigators contacted her, she still didn't know she had been one of this guy's victims because her head was so messed up. And then they're able to match her tattoo to the picture. And then it all kind of comes back to her when she sees herself. I mean, it's just so horrible. And check, check the story out. She said she was friends with the local man. This is Kelly said she was friends with a local man named Roy Yancey and that Roy knew

David Parker Ray well. Kelly said she was friends with a local man named Roy Yancey and that Roy knew David Parker Ray well. She said Roy had told her he'd been in a satanic group for years. David was the leader said that Roy was a scary as hell. She'd seen Roy beat several people up over the years, a dude who told her on multiple occasions he could kill someone and not blink an eye. And this dude was scared of David Parker Ray. Kelly also said that she knew David's daughter, good old Glender Ray, poor Glenda Ray. She never had a chance, right? Her story is so fucked up.

prostitute for a mom and one of the most evil pieces of shit I've ever read about for a dad. I told you she would come back into this tale in the most horrific of ways. And here she is. Kelly said that Glenda went by the name of Jesse and that Jesse was elephant butte and truth or consequences, one of the areas main drug dealers. And here's what Kelly said about how she was kidnapped, which gives us already so dark, suck, and even darker. Twist, she said, I knew a lot of people and truth or consequences who got their drugs from Jesse.

She was a major league drug runner, Coke, meth, grass, the whole back. The night I got in trouble was July 25th, 1996. It was hotter than hell, so I went out bar hopping with a bunch of my friends and we ended up at the blue water saloon. They drank all day, but I only had one beer. I was a designated driver. Later that night, Jessie said she'd take me home, she drives a big motorcycle, and she's always letting people hitch a ride with her.

She said she wanted to drink some coffee first so we got on her big old motorcycle and instead of taking me home, she drove me over to her dad's trailer. Inside, I sat down on the couch while Jesse and her dad went into the back room. When they came out, one sat beside me and the other knelt to my feet. I can't remember which one did what. But what I do remember is that one held a knife to my throat and the other used duct tape to cover my eyes and my mouth. At first I thought they were playing a joke on me.

When I realized they were serious, I guess I kind of froze up and I went along with them because I didn't want them to hurt me. They took off my clothes and put a dog collar around my neck. Then they took me out of the toy box. I still don't remember too much. I just remember being tied up. And I remember David poking me with the metal dildo right between the legs. And then she proceeds to talk about a bunch of other horrible shit we've already covered, being under her. Then a few days later, she says that David told me that his satanic group had been watching me for a long time because they wanted me as a sex life.

But he finally decided I was too tight between the legs for good sex and eventually he let me go. Fuck man, how, how extra dark is that twist? The daughter is involved. My God, David met Cindy Hendy. You know, the accomplice we already talked about, 1997, you know, so the woman helping him prior to 1997 was his fucking daughter, at least for a while, his own daughter, helping her father kidnap these women for sexual

torture. And it gets even darker than that. Jesse is the mother of a daughter, Kayla, seven years old, the time of her subsequent arrest for her involvement of all this 1999, a girl growing up in Louisiana and lived with her granny at that time. And according to long standing rumors in town, Caleb was fathered by David Parker Ray. Shortly after Jesse moved up from Texas 1992 to live with them, the kid is his, states ex-druggy gale atsbury Jesse's pal. That's the reason Jesse's so sick all the time.

It was a well-known fact that Jesse had serious ulcer problems ever since she moved to truth or consequences when she was 24. Twice she had to be airlifted out of town to get treatment. She's fucking terrified and stressed. Stomach's eating her alive because of oh my god, she probably had a baby with her dad. She's fucking helping. He knows women be raped and most likely some of them killed. And I 100% believe that story. He, I believe he probably put his daughter on the toy box. Nothing was off limits for the son of a bitch. Nothing was sacred.

I feel like if Richard the Night's Doctor Ramirez was around and read this story, even he might be like, God damn, that's just fucked up. Like when he made it to the incest part of the tale. Even more sad note to her story, Jesse, according to an FBI agent named Doug Melden, tried to, there's a little deep dive here to find this one. Try to warn the FBI. What her dad was up to way back in 1986 when she was just 19 long before she became

a drug dealer. Long before she possibly got pregnant by her father, before her dad possibly raped and tortured her, God knows what happened there. Back in 86, she alleged that David Parker Ray was abducting and torturing women and selling them to buyers in Mexico. Unfortunately, the allegations were so non-specific and just so over the top and outlandish that they didn't act on the claims. They didn't look into him hard enough.

So maybe he was doing that. And what about this Royal Yanty character I mentioned earlier, right, this local satanist? How is he involved in all this? Well, when Cindy Hendy, you know, the the Clyde, there are the body to his Clyde is a rather apprehended she immediately strikes a plea deal with prosecutors She agrees to testify against David Parker Ray and everyone else involved, which includes Jesse and includes Roy Yanty She said that David told her he'd already killed 14 people before they met But he didn't provide names and she didn't know where the bodies were.

And she said that Yancy was a hard-core satanic follower of David Reyes. And during one lengthy interview, she said that Yancy killed a woman he was dating named Marie Parker back in 1997 under instructions from David Reyes. Roy strangled her to death while David sat nearby and took photographs. And now Marie's body, not been found, but Yancy was brought in for questioning, eventually admitted to being present when Ray and his daughter, Jesse Kiddnet Parker, and took her to the toy box. And then he said that she was tortured there for three days. He admitted that Ray and Jesse told Yancy, uh, you know, instructed him to

kill her, which he did by strangling her with the rope. Yancey said Ray threatened to kill him if he told anyone about it. Ah, Yancey was known around town. It's just kind of a local punk. He'd been arrested for burglary, petty other criminal charges. He was known to locals as Dennis. And he was known to be in a satanic cult with a small group of friends who had terrorized the community in some fashion for over a decade. Turning over graves, most of you like little like a prank shit.

Turn it over graves, don'ts, spray, paint, and let's say, tanning or feedy. They had killed some local pets. They threatened to kill some small children. Scared the town enough that in 1987, city officials and truth or consequences actually officially canceled Halloween festivities in the town.

Parents locked their doors, kept their kids at home, fearing for their lives. The local paper, the Sentinel, which doesn't seem to exist anymore, went so far as to hire an undercover reporter to infiltrate the Satanic gang and report in their evil ways, and the reporter, they sent to infiltrate apparently got sucked into the group and became a member, and refused to expose his new friends. This fucking shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder and weirder. One of those friends he refused to expose, Dennis Yancy.

That story's insane. friends he refused to expose dynasty stories insane dude has a fucking $100,000 sex torture shed possibly that is own daughter pregnant. He definitely convinces daughter to help him kidnap women for satanic sexual torture and raping. He convinced at least one other woman to help him. He missed at least one other dude to help him. Thought that all of these accomplices and possibly others were involved in the raping and torture. Who knows how many others there might have been.

You know, and then apparently you let a group of Satanists and rape torture abduction and then finally gets caught and convicted. Thank God in the end, uh, and Cindy Handy would be sentenced to 36 years in prison, as agreed to in her plea bargain. She testified against Ray during his, uh, his trials. She's currently up for parole could be released this year though. Fucked up as that. Dennis Roy Yancy or I guess Roy Dennis Yancy received two 15-year sentences for second-degree murder and conspiracy to commit first-degree murder. He was released after serving 11 years but returned to custody until 2021 after violating his parole. So he could if he didn't mess with the parole, he could be out now. Jesse Ray was found guilty of a kidnapping woman for

sexual torture was sentenced to nine years in prison, six of which would be served out of prison and on parole. She's a free woman walking the streets of Albuquerque, New Mexico today. My dad was always innocent. She will tell anyone who will listen apparently. David Parker Ray, the toy box killer, probable serial killer,

serial rape is Satanist, probable daughter and pregnauer, agreed to a plea deal, sentenced to 224 years for all kinds of sexual torture, rape and kidnapping charges. Again, the toy box killer was actually never charged with murder. And then on May 28, 2002, he dies. He was sitting in his jail cell at the correctional facility in Dobbs, New Mexico, his heart stopped. And he was 62 years old. Supposedly, he had just agreed to talk to investigators about some missing bodies, some other crimes he was involved in. Investigators who worked his case were convinced that he did kill a lot of the women that they'd watched him torture

on those tapes. Unfortunately, he just didn't write their names down in his various journals and diaries. And they just couldn't release the footage publicly due to it's extremely graphic sexual nature. There were various, uh, women seen with Jesse or Cindy or David, uh, you know, or Yancey. Shortly before they, uh, disappeared, David Bragg to Cindy. He killed 30 to 40 women. I mean, did he? Did he kill more than that?

Not knowing at all. I mean, we'll never fully know. There was a boss he had in Texas that he bragged about killing a man named Billy Ray Bowers, a man who suddenly disappeared in 1998 when David was working for him. The body showed up a year later. The unidentified body had been wrapped in a blue tarp, uh, roped to two heavy boat anchors, weighing 11 pounds of peace tossed into elephant, uh, butelake. He had a single bullet hole in his head for 10 years.

The body remained unidentified. Wasn't until until Cindy handy told police that David Ray had told her he killed Billy Ray Bowers that authorities checked dental records. And in fact, the body was his. Uh, there just wasn't enough evidence for prosecutors to press murder charges. There wasn't enough forensic evidence to tie David to that case. And with the women, they just never found any of the bodies. Never found any of the bodies of various women who disappeared in New Mexico who were somehow connected to David Parker. Right. If he did kill these women, where did they go? Well,

after watching television coverage in 2001 about the renewed search for the bodies of David Parker raised victims, a man unexpectedly came forward with information regarding what might have happened. What I think probably did happen, the man who asked not to be identified in the media told the authorities that he had delivered load after load of concrete to David Parker ray over a six year period in the mid to late 90s. The concrete was ordered by Ray and had been delivered to elephant butelake state park where ray worked.

The man said that he had taken the loads of concrete to an area above the park where concrete and cement block walls surrounded an empty lot. Ray would use the concrete to fill up large truck tires. The man said these tires were definitely large enough to have held a body, he reported. Ray never allowed the man to get out of the cement truck or let him see inside the tires. The man told law enforcement and no one else was ever present when the concrete was delivered. When this tips to ask Ray, what the tires were going to be used for after they were filled with cement, Ray told them they were going to be used at the park to anchor down the marina. An FBI agent named Frank Fisher said the agency was very interested in the man's tip, saying

that something was definitely suspicious because Ray did not let the man get out of his truck, walk around and look at the area. Fisher said Ray was believed to have used several different methods to dispose of bodies, encasing bodies in concrete at the bottom of the lake was a definite possibility of being one of the methods. Even in his own writings, he would suggest ways to dispose of bodies. Fisher said adding that Ray had also mentioned putting bodies in areas where roads were scheduled to be paved. So are there numerous former torture victims of David parker ray encased and concrete at the bottom of elephant but reservoir?

Or did he dump those tires somewhere else? Investigators have never found them. Are they paved under some highway, you know, out in New Mexico somewhere? I don't know, man. I don't know, and I'm not sure I hope they find them. You know, I mean, as a family member, you would want some closure on your loved ones' disappearance, but would you really want that closure to be knowing that in the end they met David Parker Ray?

That's son of a bitch and his little fucking cult. You've got a hold of him, tortured him for days on end in the worst sexual ways of manager and then just dumped there. They're dead bodies and some unmarked grave. Would you wanna know that their lives ended in a living hell? I don't think so.

And if Cindy Handy, Roy Dennis Yancy or Glenda Jesse Ray, you know, if they know, they're not going to tell they're not going to Incriminate themselves. How fucking insane was this story man? Built a sex torture trailer? If you have the stomach you can do a Google image search for the toy box killer toy box and it is something out of one of the Saw movie something out of like a Eli Roth, hostile movie, just fucking torture porn. What's the value in knowing any of this?

I don't know. I was fascinated reading this stuff. It's just so unbelievably morbid. I guess it's just a reminder that we don't know the people around us. Be careful out there. It's a reminder too, that just because the story seems impossibly outrageous,

that doesn't mean it's actually not true. And I think it's a, it's a fucking wake up for certain sexual fetishes. You know, they can be taken way too far. Sexuality without morality is no bueno. If you have some kind of torture porn fetish, might not be a bad idea to run those fantasies by a licensed therapist. You know, make sure they're just fantasies and not plans. Make sure they're just things you can't help being turned on by, you know, thinking about,

but not things you actually may do someday. I think it's fun to peek into the darkness out of morbid curiosity, but man, don't jump into the darkness with both feet, build a fucking home there. Like David Parker Ray did. Whew. That was disturbing. Man, time for one last look at the most disturbing suck for me that we've done so far. One last look at the toy box killer was from top five takeaways. Time, suck, top five takeaway. Number one, David Parker, Ray, the toy box killer was never actually

convicted for a single murder. In addition to being a ruthlessly sadistic piece of shit, he was also extremely cunning. Number two, David had his daughter, Jesse Ray kidnapped women and bring them to his torture room so he can rape them for days and he may be the father of Jesse's daughter, Kayla. Number three, David Parker Ray spent $100,000 building his toy box that included high quality cameras for recording his sadistic sessions and a gynecologist chair hooked up with electric shock equipment. Who does that David Parker rated that? Number four, this piece of shit

made an orientation tape describing and excruciating detail. The whores that awaited a new victim. Whores that included being raped by a German shepherd having your breast nearly ripped off. Then you figured out a drug victim so that they wouldn't remember enough of what happened to them to be able to turn him in to the police.

And the number five new info, this is after everything we said, this was like Jesus Christ, man, the crimes of David Parker Ray. So beyond fucked up, the images in the toy box so dark, the videos so unbearable to watch that one of the first FBI agents working the case who was helping document the horrors of the toybox killer killed herself at work five days after first examining the sadistic fuck dungeon he'd created agent patty rust after spending five days in the trailer ray created suddenly became visibly upset walked outside took out her service revolver and shot herself in the head one last victim of the toybox killer.

I've read about a lot of crimes, and this is the first time I have ever read about a crime so horrific. That examining the crime led directly to one of the investigating officers killing themselves because it was just too much. Time suck, top five takeaway. Wow, we did it. We made it through that one time suckers. I thought this suck would be dark, but I had no idea what kind of rabbit hole

I was going down when I started this one. And to be honest, I couldn't stop staring at the train wreck that was David Parker Ray. It's the last few days. It's the only episode so far where I texted Lindsay in the midst of research to tell her I might throw up. Took several breaks to go outside,

just get a wafemet for a little bit, but I also couldn't stop thinking about it. Just kept haunting me. How can you dedicate your life to that much pain, that much misery? How can someone be so cruel to someone? And then get others to go along with it on top of that. How involved were Jesse, Cindy, Hendy, and Yancy,

were there other local Satanists who also got in the in on the ax? I think I bet there was. I bet other people were involved, right? The instructions he had for everything that wasn't just for him. And yes, by the way, quick asterix, I do know that there are some self-proclaimed Satanists who find all this disgusting. I know some of them are time suckers. I know some Satanists do not believe in the Christian version of the devil and have completely different take on Satanism and get upset when it's, you know, used to describe somebody this way, but the fact is that's how he defined himself. You know, David Parker Ray, he did consider himself to be satanic.

He did consider himself to be worshiping the devil in his way. He worshiped evil clearly. And you know what? Right now I hope hell is real. I hope there is a hell so I can just, you know, picture him burning down there, getting fucked by numerous dogs. Now, maybe he's down there in Nimrod's butthole and Bojangles is just tearing his ass apart.

Ah, well, big thanks to the time-soaked team, Harmony Velocamp, Master of Memes, time-soaked Instagram. Other social media outlets, editor Jesse Dobner, you know, thanks to him, the Reverend doctor, Joe Paisley, still need to give a Joe. I know proper reduction. We will. We will. We'll still get there. Thanks to Alex Dugan, the Bit of Lakes team, danger brain, Eric Radiker, Queen of the Suck, Lindsey Cummins. I know there was not a lot of humor in this one. I know we've talked about things that are in their way, for sure, like, uh, we've talked about things that are in their way for sure, like, uh, oh, like that, that was the one I'm blanking on, God dang it right now. The, um, the Japanese torture that, uh, oh, I want to say agency 71. Anyway, I know we have talked about things that are, uh, worse, but for, for whatever reason, and, and farther scope of what's happened in humanity. But man, this one, this one was the worst one, I think, for me.

Yeah, anyway, Alice Duke in there, I sound fucking off, because I feel off after going through that. Queen of the Suckland, he Cummins, if you want to meet some fellow time suckers, if you need a fucking support group, after going through that nightmare, there'll be a link in today's episode description for the time suck private Facebook group Monday. We go a little less dark Maybe kind of we tackled a space lizard voted in topic of the Pennhurst State School in hospital known also as the Pennhurst asylum except it never really was in the asylum very common misconception it did not It was not designed intended to house the mentally ill.

It was a house of horse for many of its patients, patients deemed undesirable, unwanted by society, patients often unable to protect themselves from life at Pennhurst. So, I guess we kind of go from one toy box to another, a little bit, damn it, damn it. Most of the people working at Pennhurst were actually trying to help the people confined there, I think back in the mid 1960s, actually 1968. So I guess late 60s, fledgling TV reporter Bill Baldini ran a five episode expose a of Panhurst eight school in hospital on Philadelphia's TV 10 painted a picture of neglect and abused in the Chester County institution.

It was hard for regular viewers to stomach, hard for the staff to stomach on the flickering monochrome television at the time came images of full grown, you know, bodies strapped to adult size crib beds, inmates, the institution shown to be rocking, pacing and twitching, many severely disabled, either mentally or physically, but others quite lucid and coherent, but withdrawn into themselves because of the overstimulation of the senses and the loud and frightening place. They lacked much needed mental stimulation. The five minute news segments were entitled suffer the little children. When one patient was asked by the interviewer what he would like most in the world, if

you could have anything you wanted, he just said to get out of Pennhurst. In the 1983, nine employees were indicted on charges ranging from slapping and beating patients, all kinds of horrible stuff. Class action loss. You shut the place down when federal court determined that the conditions at Penn Hurst were unsanitary inhumane and dangerous, violating the 14th Amendment, and the Penn Hurst used cruel and unusual punishment and violation of the 8th and 14th Amendments. But really what Penn Hurst did more than anything than anything was make society, you know, US society, look

at itself in regards to its treatment of the intellectually disabled and we're still looking ourselves as far as the treatments of this population, still trying to figure out how to do a lot better job of taking care of that population. We're going to, we're going gonna look into all of this on Monday. And now we're gonna suck on you and your time sucker updates. Updates, get your time sucker updates. Starting off with an adorable pet update from Super Sucker, Ashley Heiner.

She rides Hydan. Thank God for sending this in. Actually, this is a nice cute one and a great palette cleanser for what we've just done. Hydan, we need you to settle a battle once and for all. We're looking to get a new dog, which we have already decided. We'll be named Chicatillo. I think it needs to be good with kids and a breed that I assume has a soft shamecock. A large male poodle is what comes to mind. My husband thinks he needs to be more of the strong wrestling type, like a pit bull. Praiseful jangles.

Since neither of us are willing to budge, we figured we should settle this like adults and have the suck master decide. All kidding aside, we are huge fans and believe that couple, the couple that sucks together stays together. I love it. As parents, the three little ones, we don't get out much, but we recently saw you in Tempe, Arizona, and really enjoyed the show. My husband was the soulless ginger who tried to remain in character while asking if you wanted to wrestle in his

best cheek till accident. I love the describing as soulless ginger. Lastly, we are getting ready to celebrate our five year wedding anniversary of September. If time permits, can you give a shout-out to Big Red Monkey. His parents didn't hate him that much when they saw he was a ginger. His real name is Jeremy. Big red monkey is just a loving name. His army friends gave him all deployed. Thank you, Ashley Heiner. I love you guys can't see it, but Ashley, she put phonetic spellings next to all of her names and then a little like a emoji of a winking little happy person.

And she even phonetically spelled out Jeremy. Jeremy, well thank you Ashley and thank you Jeremy for your service. You disgusting, soulless ginger fuck. Thank you guys you're not all so Polish like my wife. And Polish redheads are proof that God hates some humans. No, I think I read about that in a study somewhere I made up. Anyway, the dog, well, I am partial to Australian laboratories and that's what I have.

However, they are hard to find at rescue centers. If you have allergies, any doodles are good. Large poodles are exceptionally smart dogs. Pit bulls do look pretty badass. They can be very sweet. Praiseful jangles. While not an official breed of any kind, there are poodle pit bull mixes out there.

I looked them up. They're pretty fucking cute. So maybe start there. Then they can both get what you want. I mean, truly, they're pretty good. If you can't find a Poodle Pitbull mix, I say go Pitbull. If you're gonna go through a rescue, I say go Poodle.

If you're gonna go through a breeder, is that fair? Is that help at all? There's the Springer Clan standard Poodles. A breeder with a good looking big Poodles and Phoenix. Several rescues in the phoenix area. And if you really though insist on me helping with decision, well, I did flip a coin seriously. I swore to Nimrod.

I got one of the military challenge coins, time suckers have sent in. I decided that a pit bull would be heads and that the poodle would be tails. I flipped it and it came up head. So Nimrod wants a pit bull. So praiseable jangles, hail Nimrod. And it is hilarious that you're naming it Chickatilo. All right, funny Donner party, slash spread the suck update from a Midwest sucker.

Laura, Laura writes, saying, good morning, master sucker. I wanted to share with you my experience to spread the suck. I went to work at Runza a little early last Friday morning. It's truck day. So I had many things that needed down before the truck got there. Since all of our food is made fresh every day, shameless plug I know. I started in on our hamburger. Our hamburger is fresh. In each day,

we use an ice cream scoop to ball it up and make four ounce balls of meat. Being alone in the store, I turn on the suck. I'm happily making hamburger. The Donner party suck is blaring in the background. The door opens and my one of my truck driver, Saunters in, what he sees and here stops him in his tracks. Here is a 95 pound woman covered in bloody meat, listing to your bo... Listing to your booming voice saying, Cut the meat off human bones, rusting over a campfire later,

or was anyone so hungry they just ate it raw? How chewy would that be? His wide eyed stare said it all, I quickly turned off the podcast, he stuttered, hello, and carefully handed me my packing stuff. How chewy would that be? His wide-eyed stare said it all. I quickly turned off the podcast. He stuttered, hello, and carefully handed me my package. And hurried out the door back to the safety of his truck.

As he brought the first load of food in for the freezer, he said, this is your chicken. Chicken is what most people eat. I just about died laughing. I told him all about the suck. What it was, what it was about, how much I loved it, and that this was actually an episode about the Donner party. I did, however, inform him that I do butcher my own animals, and if he kept up with smartness attitude, he might just be next. I do have to add that I live on the Platte River near the Oregon Trail, and I had no

idea that so many people died of cholera. McGill's pop! Watch your butthole. I learned something new today. I guess I should stop drinking the river water LOL. Things. Watch your butthole. I learned something new today. I guess I just stopped drinking the river water. LOL. Things are always for a good laugh. I try to spread this suck whenever possible. Hope you have a great week. Laura, well, thank you. Laura, you're the best. Thanks for spreading this suck. I'm having a good week. Too funny. And I love runs it by the way. I know runsa. I've eaten me some Nebraska runs it many times. I actually made a movie in Nebraska. I have a hard time not thinking it's terrible. I feel a little guilty saying that

because there could be some of the people who made it listening. I had a great time making it, but the end product, I can't finish watching it. It's, maybe that's just me. Maybe it's my own beat harder myself. It's called Trunked. It's on Amazon video.

If you want to watch it, I don't recommend it, but if you want it, you can. I wish I could confidently plug it. It was filmed in Wahoo, Nebraska, where I spent a few weeks and Wahoo has a runza and not much else, and I ate some of those stuffed sandwiches. I bet that's what your bono does for us as a meat for.

Delicious. If you never had a runza, it's like a fucking fancy hot pocket. It's a ground beef and cheese, some kind of sauce, baked inside the bread, fresh, you know? Like Laura said, it's exactly though, it is the kind of thing that you would, like Laura said, it's exactly though. It is the kind of thing that you would want to sort of human meat it. If you're going to have to eat human meat, a run's a hot pocket wouldn't be a bad way

to go. Fun mob Barker-ish update coming in from Charles Leach says, Hey, Dan, you have a young time sucker here who is calling in with an update. I've been a fan of both your comedy and podcast for a couple of years now have a meaning to write in in the mob Barker episode. You talked about how Herman Barker wrote into a saloon on his horse. When I heard this, I laughed my ass off because the exact same shit happened in my marginally small town of steamboat springs. Couple years ago, some drunk cowboy rode down Main Street on his horse, passed cars and buses, and into a bar where he tried to order

some whiskey. I thought you would like to know that some of that old timey crazy shit still happens today. On a side note, you're coming to Denver on August 23rd to the 26th, I would love to come, but I'm not yet 21. I was wondering if you could do anything. I know this is a big request, totally understanding if it doesn't work out. Anyway, thanks for doing what you do. This podcast helps you get to work

and many other things about your feet, Mighty Suck Lord, Master S Quare, and he says Charles. Well, thank you Charles. I wish I could help you with the age requirement. Fortunately, it's all about liquor laws and certain venues. So they get fined if someone under the age of 21 gets in, they get caught. All I can do is jokingly, not jokingly recommend that you get a fake ID and get there. I wish I could do more. I do.

I wish I could perform at venues that do not have age restrictions. I would like to do that eventually. If you guys keep spreading the suck like you're doing and it keeps going like it's going. Hopefully in a year or so, I can get a big enough crowd to show up to places consistently that I can start picking venues and then I do want to pick all these venues. Because you know what, if you want to come back and bring your 15-year-old to hear my fucking filth mouth, I'm all for it. Love that a dude wrote a horse and do a bar.

I wonder if they sued him for tearing the shit out of the floor. Or I don't know, maybe he didn't tear it up. And we will leave on a random Raspputin update today. This comes in from Time Sucker Charles Gaines. Actually Chris, Chris says, okay Chris, your email says Charles. Chris says, dear Suck Master comments, I am working on listening to all the past shows of TimeSuck.

And I recently just finished the Mall Barker gang episode. You mentioned the Rasputin song that you initially talked about and played during the Rasputin song, that bony Amazon. Yep. My second job is at a trivia, as is, is as a trivia karaoke host. And I was working on a new trivia show when I ran into an ultimate tone cover of Rasputin, I think that's how you said, uh, Odomatone, I think. It's just had to share. I hope it brings you joy as your podcast has been amazing for me. Here is a song.

And by the way, in Odomatone is a Japanese toy synthesizer shaped like an eighth note. I'd never heard of it until today. And he says, thanks, Chris Keynes. Well, thank you, Chris. And I think we should play this for you today. It's definitely a, it puts a smile on your face. And after all the dark shit, we walked down and say, this is a great way I feel like the end of the show to end with an automaton version of Boney M's, uh, Rasputin Haah! Ah! Yes!

The certain man in Musha long ago He was big and strong and his eyes are plain and gold A people looked at him with terror and fear But to mask out Jake, he was such a lovely tear He could freeze no Bible like a creature Full of ecstasy and fire But he also was the kind of teacher where man would desire Here we go!

Of course! Well, well, last protein level of the Russian Queen There was a cat that really was gone Roll, roll, last protein, Russia's greatest love machine It was the same how he carried a horn Hmm, gotta fill in that one! Ah, that was a great palette cleanser Let's get out of these time suckers. I'm gonna be back.

I'm gonna be back. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did. Thanks for listening to this bonus suck. Thank you, okay, Chris, for the weird, weird, raw, raw, rasputine, oldomatone, fucking musical cover thing.

That was amazing. Have a great rest of your weekend. Please, for the love of Nimrod, do not ever, ever make a fuck dungeon. Anything even remotely like the toy box. Don't kidnap anyone. Don't let animals out of my people, it's super not cool. What is cool was very cool is to keep on sucking. Thank you.