Alleged Suicide Note Details BDSM Lifestyle of Suspected Brittany Killgore Killers

Brittany Killgore. Facebook photo.

Below, in its entirety, is the alleged suicide note written by Jessica Lynn Lopez, one of the three suspects charged with the April death of Brittany Killgore, 22, in Fallbrook, Calif. Yesterday, authorities released four search warrants, which include the note and Killgore’s cell phone records from the night of her death. The warrants also detail the evidence found inside the home shared by the three suspects, Lopez, Dorothy Maraglino and Louis Ray Perez, a Marine. According to the warrants, the three were heavily engaged in a BDSM lifestyle and had a “sex dungeon” set up in one of the rooms.

Dorothy Maraglino, 36. Facebook photo.

In her note, Lopez refers to Maraglino, who is pregnant, as “Mistress” and to Perez as “Master.” She takes the responsibility for killing Killgore, the wife of a Camp Pendleton Marine, and says she did it to protect Perez from being blamed for the crime. In the note, Lopez describes how she shot Killgore with a stun gun and strangled her with a rope, then attempted to cut up her body with Perez’s tools. She refers to the TV show Dexter several times, and mentions that she wanted to “protect the family” and thought the murder “would be simple like Dexter.” On April 17, police entered a hotel room where Lopez had allegedly tried to kill herself by cutting her wrists and neck. The seven page note, labeled “PIGS READ THIS,” was found on the dresser.

Jessica Lynn Lopez, 25. Facebook photo.

Despite Lopez’s attempt to take the full blame, the warrants allege that the trio murdered Killgore to satisfy their fetishes. In one of the warrants, San Diego Sheriff’s homicide Detective Brian Patterson writes, “…because of Perez, Maraglino, and Lopez’s unusual sexual fetishes, I believe they may have accosted Killgore for this reason.” Perez, the warrants state, is known to be involved in bondage, whipping and spanking, according to interviews with an ex-girlfriend. All three were members on BDSM community websites. Police also found a human hair, as well as gloves and a plastic bag that were later determined to be stained with Killgore’s blood in Perez’s truck.

Louis Ray Perez. Facebook photo.

Authorities believe Killgore, whose husband was deployed overseas, was planning to go on a dinner cruise with Perez when she was killed. A final text message to a friend from her phone read simply, “Help.” A homeless man later found her phone by his feet when he woke up after sleeping in the doorway of a hotel.

The three suspects have pleaded not guilty to charges of first degree murder.

The note is transcribed directly from the warrant (seen at the bottom of the page,) with spelling and grammar errors intact. Warning: Contains profanity. 

I’m sorry Mistress, I knew you would have stopped me if you had been here but those f***ed up pigs that call themselves cops are so narrow minded as usual they’re trying to pin this on the one guy that would have helped that f***ing cunt of a slut. So thanks to those protected & paid vigilantes complete incompetence I have to spell it out for them. You have the WRONG F***ING PERSON. I hid the body of that whore in almost plain sight she didn’t deserve a burial. I dropped that useless waste of space off some little hill off the road by lake skinner. I dont know where exactly. I tossed bleach all over the cunt & just rolled her down the hill. But since I know how incompetent you are here’s what you’ll find. You’ll probably find ligature makrs from the handcuffs which were disposed of in a port-a-potty along with a knife in a separate urinal right along the Oceanside beach. Poor Mistress didn’t know why I needed to pee more than she was. You’ll also find a taser mark and several ligature marks around her scrawny little neck as the bitch just wouldn’t die. You’ll find plenty of mutilation marks & bruises of where I knocked her down & held her still. Bitch knew she deserved it and didn’t fight much. Miserable f***ing retards that call themselves investigators didn’t even speak one word to me. Since you can’t even figure out when you last took a dump without a written f***ing record I’ll put this down piece by piece so that you don’t have to guess. Friday night Master was laying out his clothes when Mistress & I went to the store. When we returned about 8ish Master was gone. There was an amazing birthday movie and dinner. As usual, Mistress fell asleep on the couch half way through the movie so I moved her to the bed around 11:15pm. I was laying in bed masturbating when I heard Master’s alarm sound, I quickly covered up & pretended to be asleep as he went upstairs. After I heard his footsteps in the bedroom I grabbed my pills & went to the bathroom. I saw someone peeking in Masters car & realized it was that miserable cunt. I opened the door & she barged in demanding Master open the damn car cause she thought she left her purse & cellphone in the car. She even f***ing admitted she had a whole night planned for them and she even bought the “right” condoms. This miserable f***ing whore was bitching about how he seemed completely unaware that she was all over him and she tried to hook up with some younger guys to make him jealous. And in TRUE master form just kept playing papa bear. This miserable mother f***ing cunt that had made poor Liz’s life a miserable shit hole for a year and a half f***ing her brother, brother-in-law, & possibly her husband. This f***ing whore was hitting on anything with a dick married or not, the f***ing home wrecker. Instead of trying to fix her own damn marriage she chose to blackmail her precious hubby Cory with his pedophilia. Then she tried to go past me to wake him up herself. I had already lost Mistress once when a bitch came between her & Master. I know what I had to do. I grabbed her ankle slamming her into the stairs. Ducktaping her ankles, wrist & mouth. She tried to scream & I zapped her with tazer Mistress made me keep by my bed after my window broke with almost no effect. Sorry Mistress I had to throw it away. I know it was a gift from a friend. I left her taped up and blubbering like am imbecil to make sure I hadn’t woken Master or Mistress. I saw his clothes piled on the florr and seeing them asleep so peacefully I knew what I was going to do was right. His clothes reaked of her perfume, I didn’t dare think of what it meant I just needed them out of my Mistress room. As I went downstairs seeing the bitch which I left her, the big desk, the roll of celiphane which I had great memories of it were as if my idol Dexter had spoken to me directly to me. I wrapped the desk but I forgot about the evacuation of bowels and only covered the desk. I lifted her up easily enough she barely fought. She knew what she deserved. I wrapped the rope around her neck after burying her face in the pillow & started to strangle her. She barely moved but she just wouldnt die, the miserable whore. I had to keep releasing & readjusting even wrapping the rope around my foot for leverage, She soaked the pillow with her happy blood. When she started to pee, I realized my error. Mistress I know your sensitivity to smells & tried to clean it up with the resolve. I made a few attempts to chop her up like Dexter with Masters power tools but I was afraid it was to loud and it sucked at cutting flesh. Master, I knew you said to respect the tools but Im sorry I had to throw them out. I could tell my pills were about to kick in and I know I had to dump the body fast. I was drivign down the most rural streets trying to find a place to dump her until I happened upon a sign for lake skinner. After I realized it was closed for the night I just kept going further. The addrenalin of the kill had given me more time but now it was wearing off. It was close to dawn & I finally just dumped her down a hill hoping for the best. I had doused her in bleach hoping it would get rid of any extra evidence. Hoping they would descend on the many likely suspects there were to choose from. Instead they focus their narrow minded idiocy on the one person with NO motive at ALL to make their patsy. He came to talk to the pigs in good faith hoping to find the cunt and they arrested him as he was the closest and easiest and they had to be at the 7-11 when the fresh doughnuts came in. Im leaving the clothes I wore to kill the bitch you might find piss or blood assuming your lab techs arent as incompetent as you are. I went home and fell asleep peacefully. To my estranged husband, if my life insurance policy has not been voided please share with Master & Mistress so they do not loose the house. To the woman I wanted to give everything too, Miss Bella: F*** you, you idiot whore. To Marina & Dora you are VERY luck I don’t know where you or these pigs would have 3 odies to deal with. To baby Jordyn, I leave you my warrior spirit to protect you & my Nana’s magic blanket to comfort you. I will watch over you all from above. To Deloral I leave you the camry so you don’t have to wear a crash helmet in the car with Erica & all of my musical instruments & books. Please don’t go down my same path you deserve more. To Mickey, please be there for Mom & Mistress they will both be hurt and angry and will need help sorting through my belongings. Help find something for Erica & Sarah that is appropriate. I don’t like telling them how I feel, but I know you knew. To both of my parents, we had our rough times but when I needed you, you were there. I’m sorry I didn’t say I love you more. Tonight you should know I’m with Nana & Aunt Lenice. If you cremate me, please give Mistress some of the ashes. If you bury me please at the very least leave the bracelet on my wrist though I would prefer to have both my collars on. Master I am so sorry I dragged you into this. I thought I was defending the damily and it would be simple like Dexter. To Mistress I have always lived to be your slave & pet Im sorry my last act is to leave this world without permission but I cannot bear your grief & my guilt at seeing Master go through this from my choice. I do not regret my choice, only the consequences. I die in honor, cloaked in my loyalty to my house, family & that which is just. There is a copy of this note in Mistress checked bag. In case you self righteous vigilanties try and suppress this to keep your patsy and incompetence a secret. I want the WORLD to know how you tried to pin this on an innocent marine who would give his life to protect us from our enemies. Maybe now I can protect him from you.
I love you all & goodbye,
Jessica Lopez aka
Rosalin Loraine Adaelea
Elizabeth, Dipatria, Angel
Monday, April 13, 1987 – Tuesday, April 17, 2012