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I'd like to point out that this may not be appropriate for people under 17. Contains sexual violence (Graphic or not), and otehr adult themes, as well as adult language. Don't complain to me. I warned you.

Chapter one

Electricity ran through her veins. The lights in her eyes were burnt out, and her body was out of commission… but she was still alive.

This whole mess started a few months ago, when she first met me. The first thing I noticed was her hair, though there wasn’t anything particularly standing out about it. She had long, blonde hair, though she sometimes dyed it black. Personally, I liked it blonde, but unfortunately, I caught her with black hair that day. She usually let it fall down to her shoulders. She clearly didn’t care about beauty, because I can never remember a single time where she treated her hair with any particular favor.

Be that as it may, after her hair, I noticed her eyes. Those pure blue eyes were full of passion and joy, with a massive amount of strength behind them. She was determined to have a wonderful life, and that’s what she should’ve had. I wonder if she’ll survive, let alone remember this. Her face is so beautiful…

After her eyes, I saw her body. It was an absolutely gorgeous body. Average height with particular talent in the chest area. Any man would want to do this to her, which makes this whole thing really tough. Her behind is also particularly well-endowed, not that I care. Perfect weight, too. Not too thin, but not particularly overweight.

As I got to know her a little bit, I found that she was very arrogant and tough. I guess that’s why she never dated anyone, or even went as far as to hold a man‘s hand. Imagine, a good-looking 17-year old girl like this having never done anything like a teenager should. Well, I tried dating her once, but she said we were better off as friends. Still, her and I became very close. I found that she wasn’t just tough… she was also extremely innocent. She wanted to be a botanist. Most girls with her intelligence would aim to be a doctor, or a lawyer. But a botanist? I guess she really likes plants.

So now I stare at her naked body, tortured by god knows who, in this rundown old shack. When she was first found, apparently, she was found alone with wires attached to her chest and… sexual areas. She was electrocuted, the poor thing. She’s still alive, and there’s paramedics about to rush in and take her away. She was a virgin, but no more… you can still see the blood around… that area, and tears on her face, despite having such empty eyes. She can barely move, and she’s fully conscious, but her body seems to be limp at the moment. You were robbed of your chance at a wonderful life. I’ll make sure whoever did this will pay, mark my words…

I guess I should say who I am, now. My name is Ash Gale. I’m 6’2, I’ve got short, brown hair that slightly untidy, green eyes, and I wear shades, a brown trench coat, and brown pants. Just like a stereotypical private investigator, eh? I just graduated from college recently, and this was supposed to be a sort of mock exam. I was supposed to trail some random girl for a client, find her address, her regular schedule, and here‘s the weird part… in the contract they wrote up, and I quote, I’m supposed to find, “Who did that horrible thing to her.” I don’t know how our client knew about this, but it seems I was their pawn from the start. Looks like my mock exam just turned into a real murder investigation. Oh, joy.

Some of you may question how I knew a 17 year old girl like this yet am clearly not a high school student. Well, let’s just say that my firm is good at covering things up. A fake document here and there, and I’m in. No sweat. I just had to wear ridiculous clothes to fit in.

But enough rambling. Alright, the first thing I should do is let the police chief know that I’ll be working with them…

I hear a voice behind me. “Hey, who are you and how’d you get on the crime scene?”
I replied, “That depends on who’s asking. Are you anyone in particular or do I have to get you to shut your mouth?”
“It’s nicer to give your name before asking others theirs,” the voice said.
I annoyingly said back, “You asked me first, so you should tell me first. Who are you?”
“Hmph. I’m Lucia Perez. I‘m the Police Chief,” she coincidentally said.
“I feel like I’m in a book or something, because you’re just the person I wanted to meet,” I said, ready to chuckle when she would.
“Yeah, yeah. Now who the hell are you?” she replied coldly.
I stood back, and for the first time, noticed her features. Not that well-endowed in the chest area, or in any other sensual areas for that matter. She’s slightly muscular, as is expected of the law, and she has brown eyes and short brown hair. You can barely notice that she’s a woman, but her voice is dainty enough for her to be recognized as not being a man. She’s about half a foot shorter than me, and she’s clearly pissed. I responded, “My name is Ash. I was sent by a private investigation firm to find certain details of that young woman’s life. Our client also pointed out for us to find out who did this to her, and I’m here on what was a mock exam.”
“Well, we don’t need your help. We have more experienced CSI’s that won’t contaminate evidence on accident. Just go home.”
“My firm thought you’d say that. That’s why the big boss told me to mention his name. Does Sam Deconend ring a bell?”
“…Fine, you can help, but if this slips through our fingers, we’re blaming you. You got that, Rookie?”
“Yes, ma’am. So, I suppose I’m a suspect?”
“Damn right you are. After all, you’re a PI. You probably know every intimate detail of her life at this point. We can’t exclude that you might’ve done it.”
“Well, the evidence will tell us who’s guilty and who’s not. Until then, you can reach me by cell.” I told her my number, and she wrote it down. It seems that she’s serious about this. I wonder if she knew the girl?

Either way, that’s when I took my leave. She had enough people finding evidence in the area, but my specialty was to find liars where you wouldn’t expect to find them. I knew most of her friends and family, but did I really ‘know’ them? Possibly not. First, I’ll start with Billy Joler. He was the girl’s best friend, and secret admirer. I entered onto his property, ready to knock on the door to announce myself when I heard gunfire explode. I ducked and rolled behind a tree, and barely felt a bullet pass by my head. What the hell is he shooting at me for? I saw someone run away, but I don’t hold a rifle while on duty. I was never the type to kill a person, just disarm them. Even though it’s not that smart, I wouldn’t feel right if someone’s life ended because of me.

I entered the house and alerted the Police Chief of the dead body I saw on the ground. It seemed Billy Joler was a target as well. Before the police got there, I searched the area. I knew that Billy did drugs lightly, so that might’ve been the reason behind his death. However, I found no drugs on the premises. Maybe he was dealing? I don’t really know. But meeting at a person’s house for a drug deal isn’t that smart of an idea.

“J-John?” I heard a voice.
“Who--”
“John, I-it’s me, B-billy…”
“You’re still alive?”
“I… I’m going to die, aren’t I?”
“…”
“Your silence says it all. John, I… I stopped taking drugs… I just wanted her to… to love me…”
“Billy…”
“But this… this wasn’t… b-because of… th-th… gulp… drugs…”
“…Then who was that person!?”
“I don’t… know… t…h…e…y… I’ve never… I feel so… cold…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave your side, Billy. You won’t die alone. That much I can guarantee.”
“T-Thanks… man… take care… of… Donna…”
“…”

It was then that he closed his eyes. Well, so much for my theory. By the way, you’ll notice he called me John. Well, that was an alias. John Stone. Donna, by the way, is the name of that gorgeous woman. Donna Silver. Whatever, soon after, the police entered and asked to see identification, then the Police Chief came in and cleared me. She concluded the same thing as me, but I told her his last words. She paused for a moment and said that she’d investigate personally. She must’ve thought that these crimes are connected somehow.

“By the way, the person who tortured that young woman? We couldn’t find any evidence on the scene. Not even any hair.”
“But he raped her, didn’t he? She had a blood pool.”
“That’s just it. He used a tool-- if he even is a he. For all we know, it could be a woman. We still don’t have enough knowledge yet.”
“Yeah, but it seemed this time, they had much less time to prepare. I saw the person who came out of here. They were white, but that’s about all I could tell. I was under fire.”
“It’s fine. But why didn’t you fire back? You might’ve hit him.”
“You answered your own question, Chief.”

I walked away. It was getting late, and sleeping is the best way to live to see tomorrow. Unfortunately, the killer didn’t think so. The little b*****d attacked me as I was sleeping. But something was strange. He could’ve ended my life at any moment, but instead, he chose not to. No security, no one living too near to me, nothing. He gagged me and bound me. Jackass…

This time, however, I managed to catch this guy’s face. He was black, and had a scar on his face… this wasn’t the same guy as before. But I don’t think that I’m just some random target, either. No, that’s too coincidental…

Especially considering my luck. I’ve escaped death… what, five times now? Give or take? Bah, not important. I need to find a way out of this bullshit…

Okay… so I’m bound and gagged… no one’s around to help… and I’m pretty sure this sicko’s a rapist…

…Could he be our guy…?

“Relax, man. I’m just here to hold you for awhile until they get done with the chief,” the predator said, smoking a cheap, off-brand cigarette.

Gagged, I couldn’t say a word.

“Well, I guess we may as well talk for the next few hours to pass the time. Ain’t nobody gonna hear you anyway.” He removed the gag.
“…” (What the hell is this guy thinking!?)
“Got something to say, man?” he said in a low voice.
“******** YOU!”
“The ******** your problem, man!?”
“You’re ******** evil, you bag of s**t!”
“…”
Then, for some reason, he untied me. Should I attack him now!? Should I just wait it out!? He has a gun… dammit!

Chapter two

“Why… Why did you untie me?” I said cautiously. If I attack now, he’ll just kill me. I’m no fighter. Damn…

“People have called me so many things, but never evil, man… I’ve killed too many people. I just want to stop this… cycle of… of evil.”

My detective senses are tingling. He’s lying, but… if he’s willing to help me rescue the chief now, then I guess I’ll have to walk into whatever trap he might have planned. I have to help the chief. “If you want the evil to stop, help me rescue the chief. This’ll be your… repentance.”
“…”

He told me exactly where the chief was and how to find her, and even came along himself. Something really stinks here.

Anyway, I walked into what appeared to be a… bondage… dungeon. Dead, nude women hung from the ceiling, strapped to the walls, gagged, bound, stabbed… This sorta s**t really pisses me off. The only woman in there, the chief, was screaming, “HELP ME! GOD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!… NO DON’T! NOT THA-- NOOOOOO…”

I turned the corner, and a man was in the middle of saying, while whipping her, “b***h, we’re gonna break you… you’ll learn to beg, at my command, as your gorgeous master, for my big… FAT…”

Of course, at that note, he fell down and died due to the black guy next to me firing at him. Apparently, the black guy’s name is Jerome. Jerome White. Ironic name? Only if you’re racist or OCD. We exchanged names on the way there.

“A-Ash? No, don’t stare at my body…” she blushed. “P-please… help me down…”

Seeing only her tear-streamed eyes, I removed her shackles and gave her my coat. She got dressed in her clothes, that were conveniently nearby, soon enough. “Are you okay?”

She hugged me, and muttered, “I’m…”

“It’s fine,” I said, “You’ll be fine.” She was obviously shaken up over this. Her personality is… completely different… I never noticed how cute she… hmm. Strange. Well, whatever.

After refusing to go to the hospital, she asked to spend the night at my place. Could she feel safer next to me? I don’t know hwy she would. She’s stronger than me, and I’m never armed.

“Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you… so much…” she wrapped her arms around me.
“No problem. Any time.” Okay, this is getting weird and uncomfortable.

She took her arms off of me and started talking…

“I was raped… too many times to count. When I was a little girl, I was kidnapped by an old man, and… forced to do disgusting things for months and months.” Tears started to run down her face, and she wiped them. “When I was found, I was eight months pregnant. I gave the child away.” She looked down. She seemed a bit sad. “I gave it away, but then my father and mother started to sell me to older men, and sometimes women, to pay for food and rent. And sometimes, they themselves would…” She started holding onto her clothes, crying.

Chief…

“And in high school, guys would constantly force me to do these things. Why? Nobody would ever help me… Ash, you’re the only hero I’ve… ever met…”
“H-hero!? But I’m just…”

She kissed me. W-wow…

“I… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry,” she said, “Should I… go?”
“It’s fine, chief. I understand.” Why in the hell was I smiling!? This is clearly bogus!!
She wiped her tears and kissed me again. “I… think I l-lo… love you…”

This can’t be happening…

…No need to say what happened next. Use your imagination.

…

On that note, I should probably explain what happened with White. He turned himself in, and since the deaths that he had arranged were all in wartime, and he was a soldier before, he got away scot-free. In addition, since he let me go and helped the chief, he was granted a pardon for his complicity.

…As if. In reality, I was right. The person we “Rescued” was just a decoy. It became apparent after we spent a magical night together (She passed out by the time I was done with her. Heh), that she was fake, as she attempted to stab me in the morning. I was able to overpower and disarm her, but she got away. Tch. My fault, I guess.

Afterwards, I went back to the dungeon with a group of officers. Sure enough, there was a secret room with a half-dead chief. She was also tortured with electricity. Fortunately, she received no psychological damage. As soon as she was given clothes, she was just as tough as before. I told her what happened. After blushing mildly, she pointed out that it was, in fact, her life story, but… it made her stronger, not weaker. I invited her to my place to spend the night, and she politely declined, then slapped me. The officers laughed at me. Guess I deserved that.

Moving on… the next day, I went to visit the original victim’s hospital room. She never smiled the whole visit, and her eyes were empty… so dark and empty… would she be happier… dead?

…

I wonder…

Regardless, she told me everything because, well, I’m her friend. Apparently, I’m the only one who she trusts, even though I had to lie to her the whole time. She said the person who raped her was a woman with brown hair.

So a lesbian serial rapist with a group of guys. Could there be more than just White left? This could be bad, especially with such professionals…

…Wait…

“How do you know she was a woman?
“She met me and grabbed me in a park. She tasered me and brought me somewhere blindfolded in chains.”
“…” It seemed it was the same woman who abducted her, but…
“W-what?”
“Nothing… yet.”

She seems very calculating, but she only revealed information to us that we already know. Only, now we know there was a guy involved, since White took off somewhere. I strongly believe there’s more people, but she’s done nothing to lead us to believe that… which is exactly why I believe it. Someone so calculating… and such a good actor, and knows the chief so well? This is tough… she probably has many more men, and possibly women, to do her bidding. What could they possibly gain from this?


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