As a very young child Robert had been abused by his father, abused in every way imaginable. Eventually Robert and his 12 siblings were taken from their home, and from then on they were bounced around from one foster home to the next.
Though his IQ is very high, as is the case with many serial killers, Robert never had the opportunity to do anything productive with his intelligence. At 15 he ran away from the hell he had called home and did what he could to care for himself; this included prostitution on the streets of London. The men he met there were anything but kind, and he was abused by them as well. Around this time Robert picked up a drug problem, and before long he began hearing voices which told him to do things which he knew were wrong – such as murdering his parents. Robert couldn’t cope with all this, and he attempted suicide more than once; each time he found himself living in mental institutions.
At age 20, Robert met a john by the name of John Farrell. This man decided to brag about his conquests with very young boys, and he showed Robert pictures of this as proof. Robert, who had been severely abused himself, couldn’t handle this. He flipped out, he strangled John the john with a garrote right then and there. For this Robert was tried for murder, deemed insane, and sent to Broadmoore Hospital for the criminally insane.
In 1977, Robert killed again. He and a friend kidnapped a convicted pedophile who had sexually assaulted Robert’s friend. This man’s name was David Francis, and Robert decided that David had to die for his sins. He tied the pervert up with electric cords, beat him, kicked him, and sliced him up; David was tortured for 9 hours straight, before they finally they literally bashed his brains in.
Now this is where the cannibalism comes in: when officers were finally allowed to enter the room, there was a spoon sticking out of David’s brain matter. There were reports that a part of the victim’s brain was missing, although some reports state that this is nothing but a rumor. From here on out, Robert’s nickname would be “Spoons”.
Somehow Robert was found competent to stand trial for the mental institution murder. He was convicted of manslaughter sent to an actual prison this time.
In 1978, again he killed – this time 2 men in one day. First Robert talked Stanley Darwood, who was imprisoned for having murdered his wife, into coming into his cell. Once there, Stan was shanked to death and his throat slashed, then our killer hid his victim’s body under his bunk. Since no other inmate would dare step foot inside Robert’s cell, he went to another convicted killer named Bill Roberts cell and bashed his head against the wall until he was dead. Once his mission was accomplished, Robert went to the officers on duty, handed over his murder weapon, and told them that they were gonna be two inmates short at their next count.
After this, Robert was understandably placed on serious lockdown: solitary confinement with no one around at all. A special cell was constructed just for him, and it is complete with bulletproof glass. It is said that this killer went more than a decade without a single haircut because nobody was brave enough to come into close contact with him. On the rare occasion in which he is permitted to leave his special cell, Robert is always escorted by a half dozen guards.
Robert holds the record for the inmate who has spent the most time in solitary confinement. He spends his time playing Call Of Duty on his gaming console, and from what I hear the man makes an awesome penpal. Robert has stated that he’d give anything to have a pet bird and has begged the prison to get him one. So far no dice.
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