Killer Chris Watts reportedly played out a sick rape fantasy with his Tinder date months before slaughtering his family.
Watts brutally killed wife Shannan then took the lives of their two little girls, Bella, four, and three-year-old Celeste in 2018.
In the months leading up to the murders, the twisted killer reportedly went on a Tinder date in which he engaged in a fantasy involving a rape scenario.
According to the US Sun, Watts went “hunting” for sex on dating apps, with one woman, Amanda, describing how he became “really fast and aggressive” during their one night stand.
Police documents show Amanda claiming she had to fight off Watts as he played out his fantasy after they met up at a Chick-fil-A car park.
Watts also reportedly tried to put his hands around Amanda’s throat and began to tell her sordid details of his fantasy.
Police documents reportedly quite an investigator saying: “Regarding Watts’ alleged rough behaviour, Amanda said she was humiliated, it was weird and that Watts attempted to ‘stick it in her butt’.
“Amanda said Watts also pulled her hair and put his arms around her neck. She described it as a ‘rape fantasy.’ Amanda explained (and demonstrated) she had to push Watts off her at one point.”
Watts confessed to killing his family after burying Shannan’s body in a shallow grave and dumping his daughters’ bodies into an oil tank.
Netflix documentary American Murder: The Family Next Door recently shed light on the full extent of Watts’ horrific crimes.
The documentary explains Shan’ann had purple and black bruising and what appeared to be a traumatic injury on the left side of her face.
Bella fought for her life and bit her tongue as her father, who admitted she begged him “daddy, no”, murdered her.
Her tiny body was then scraped as he pushed her through a hatch in the oil tank, leading to “green black fluid” filling her tummy.
Chris is now serving five life sentences without parole at the maximum-security facility, Dodge Correctional Institution.
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