ATTACK victim Leanne James will see her attacker locked up today, but she says Jason Voong is not sorry enough for what he did to her and for killing 60-year-old pub worker Tom Rogers.

“I’m not angry at him, I just want to know why he did it,” she said after 29-year-old Voong was convicted this week of manslaughter and wounding with intent in two assaults.

Leanne James was 24 when Voong launched the motiveless attack on her with a pool cue, leaving her frightened and bleeding on a grass verge last May.

Just over a month later Ms James knew immediately who was responsible when Tom Rogers was stabbed to death in the same spot.

Voong evaded a murder and attempted murder charge after Bristol Crown Court heard he was suffering from an abnormality of mind at the time.

“I am not angry at him, because that won’t change anything, and he doesn’t care,” said Leanne. “The last 18 months I have had to be really strong, but I don’t want to be angry for the rest of my life.”

Leanne was walking home from work in Old Town at around 10.30pm on May 8 last year when Voong attacked her.

“I had seen him there a couple of days before, so I wondered what he was doing,” she said. “He stepped towards me, and I saw him out of the corner of my eye.”

Leanne was struck in the face and fell to the verge attempting to defend herself, before Voong exhibited some bizarre behaviour.

“At first I was just in shock, wondering what he was doing,” she said.

“He dragged me up the bank, and when he got to the top he just let go. I was lying on my back and he knelt down beside my head, and wiped the hair out of my eyes, which was really bizarre. He then came round to the side and pulled my leg up so my leg was bent.

“When he did that I was worried he was going to rape me, because it’s quite a sexual suggestion. I put my hand up then and realised it was covered in blood. I told him, ‘I’m bleeding, can I get up?’ He sort of looked at me blankly. He wasn’t agitated or anything, he was totally calm. He punched me in the face and kicked me.

“Then he spoke, and said ‘don’t look at me’, so I just closed my eyes.”

Leanne lay bleeding on the grass pretending to be unconscious for around half an hour before help arrived.

“To me it felt like hours,” she said. “I thought if he thought I had passed out he would leave me alone.

"Apparently the man who came along next thought I was homeless and had too much to drink. When he came back and saw I was bleeding, he called 999.”

When Mr Rogers was attacked in the same place, Leanne immediately suspected who was to blame.

“I found out first from the paper, but then the police called me,” she said.

“I asked them if they thought it was the same person and they said 'yes'. My initial reaction was really upset for Tom. Then it hit me that he could have killed me. At the time I thought why they hadn’t caught him sooner, and Tom’s blood could have been on the hands of the police.”

Voong declined to give evidence in court, and Leanne says she needs to hear a proper explanation for his actions.

“A lot of people have mental health problems and they don’t go round killing people, so I don’t think that justifies it,” she said.

“I just want him to be more sorry than he is. The psychologist asked him why he did it, and he said he just wanted to hurt someone that night.

“He is obviously not well. I understand what the jury said but I’m not 100 per cent happy with it. He’s not got a bad life, as he likes to play X-Box in Broadmoor. If that’s meant to be a punishment it doesn’t seem like much. At least he’s no longer a danger.”

Leanne will no longer walk the underpass at night, and is suspicious of lone men.

“I didn’t leave the house for about a week afterwards, and slept with my bedroom lights on. I’m very worried of men on their own, especially in public.

“There is always a risk he could convince doctors he is better and get out, then stop taking medication. I just want more of a reason from him why. That would give me a bit of closure and show a bit of humanity from him.”

Voong will be sentenced today at Bristol Crown Court.