She bone soup with the body of her husband Valencia

She bone soup with the body of her husband Valencia

Marta was tired of break his back working in a butcher shop where he was cashier. They were years and years and was employed by that establishment located in a famous commercial center of the city of Valencia, Carabobo state. That had raised her two children, had bought a cart used and had arranged the house that left him when his mother died in the plots of Socorro neighborhood.

He was 30, but seemed to have 50, given the  overwhelming weight of the responsibilities on his shoulders. He was the father and mother was a homemaker, was working and in his spare time, selling beauty products, food or whatever will bring some extra money to support his family.

But Marta was not single. Her husband Yonaiker, was a subject of beer belly and sickly player Parley, lotteries, canoeing, red and as envite game and chance is crossed on the way to scoundrel.

For years he had launched his work in a major vehicle assembly and the money from the settlement company ate and drank in a few months. Since then, he had been chuleando his wife without any contemplation. Sometimes organized parties at home with friends and "erased from the pea". Marta had to get work serving children, cooking and cleaning up the mess of revelry.

That food, Yonaiker was very demanding. No fried or an egg, but not caring a horn that Marta was working or not, he had to get the three daily potatoes well served a generous table, if not arming the Trojan and the burning of Rome together.

Yonaiker had abused both Marta, her mother, her brothers and her friends, told him to send him to hell. That guy was not worth it and that a woman so pitch pa 'lante as she did not deserve. For some inexplicable to scholars of the human mind right, Martha tolerating all abuses without flinching.

A day like any other, Marta came to the very home tired and was wondering what was going to cook for dinner, because Yonaiker had warned him not to go to him to repeat the ration flag that had given him the day before, because he wanted eat something different.

Submissive and obedient, Marta was going to make dinner, but something in his brain burst suddenly. The Aguantadora woman, which seeped the guy insulted, abused and even the beat occasionally finally exploded. But it exploded so trivial as ridiculous cause.

Peering to the refrigerator where she had kept a rum raisin ice creams she had bought to enjoy at night, he realized it was not. When asked Yonaiker, this after insult, told him he had swallowed him and that if he did not like him know because had it in sauce.

Marta, like an automaton, went into the room where she slept with abusive subject and out from under the bed a razor-sharp machete'e Rolo. He went to the room where he lay Yonaiker watching TV and drinking beer. He stood before him and before the subject could speak surprised ... zuasssss! He cuts off his head unceremoniously.

Eye in the soup

Yonaiker head, uprooted, rolled through the nose and fell in the middle of the room, even with open eyes and a clear wince and surprise. The scene was Dantesque; Blood gushed severed neck, dripping walls and furniture, going to fall like a crimson river to the ground, forming a small lake around the head that was like an island.

The fat body sat on the couch, with his right hand to grip strongly the last can of beer in his life. Steeped in his world of mists, the woman dragged the body to near Punt and stung him with a machete. The cuts were precise, as he had been taught the butchers was done with the cattle.

Arms, hands and legs were severed and part of them were thrown into a pot sancochera. For several hours, he took human flesh candela and ultimately the macabre was ready red soup and large dams.

Like a zombie, Marta served several dishes "soup bones and human flesh" and put them on the table. For at least two days, was sitting at the table, not speaking, not mourn without thinking; only there, looking cool soup husband.

A midwife who was missed by not knowing anything about Marta or Yonaiker Bum, came to the house and rang insistently. Finally, she called the police because it was very strange. When agents arrived at the site for special cases of the Body of Scientific, Penal and Criminal Investigations, Carlos Salinas and Mario Pinto, they ordered the team that will force the door.

A deadly whisper, a sinister and pestilential fog is
hood of the house to open the door. It was as if he had escaped compression on a reptilian hiss. The agents moved carefully in the dark house, protecting their backs to each other or any hypothetical surprise attack.

On reaching the room, they saw the scariest scene could be recorded in their retinas. The woman sitting at the table, was disheveled, staring at the dishes in front of her eyes. He was as dead but still breathing. Neither learned that officers had entered the room, and did not belong to this world. His mind wandered maybe in the inhospitable regions of madness.

When one of the officers took a teaspoon and rummaged one of the bowls of soup, emerged floating human eyes fastened his background that he looked dead. This was too frightening to bear and the officer was vomiting.

In the fridge they got the rest of the body. Wrapped in foil or stuffed in plastic cups with their respective cover, they were the kidneys, lungs, liver and other organs that had been carefully cut and for subsequent consumption.

Samples were taken and it was determined that Martha had killed her husband. Special agents tried to talk to her to return the intangible world where he had gone, but failed.

Forensics determined that the alleged cannibal did not consume anything human flesh. While experts in psychiatry, tried unsuccessfully to determine when Marta had become a killer.

Simply they determined that the woman had gone mad and all the pent-up anger for so many years, had been floated by a trivial cause. Its underlying beast took revenge on her husband abuser, but his mind was canceled itself by the magnitude of the committed monstrosity.

"If our mind is dominated by anger, we would squander the best part of the human brain: wisdom, the ability to discern and decide what is right or wrong"; one of the psychiatrists quoted the Dalai Lama, trying to find logical explanation so cold and brutal actions of Marta.

Marta never recovered. His silent madness destroyed to the point that after being taken to a mental hospital, her heart froze, irretrievably dying without there being apparent medical cause.

Cicpc agents gave for calling the case "the murder of husband soup". The fact barely knew. For the barbarism implied exceeded all limits of humanity and logic that no Hollywood movie could exceed by more unbalanced that he was the producer or director. Case solved.