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Breaking news:

Today at 8.00 A.M. The prominent businessman Mr. James Brown was found dead inside his manor. Stay with us to know more about his death.

Mr. James Brown, also known as the father of countless homeless orphan girls. He was renowned more because of his kindness towards countless orphan girls than his successful garments business. He provided the necessary education support for them and after their graduation, he gave them a job in his company.

He was missing for almost 10 days and he was reported missing by his son yesterday. But even before the police could start investigating his whereabouts his body was found in his manor. The maid happens to be the prime witness and also the one who informed the police.

The cause of his death was starvation.

His death wasn't just any normal death by starvation, he was held captive for days and tortured brutally and he was starved to death.

But when his body was found he was dressed in an expensive suit and he looked as if he passed away in his sleep.

Now let's hear what happened from the prime witness of the case.

"Miss, can you tell what happened?"

"I always wake up at 7.30 A.M. I started working and today was no different. Even though Mr. Brown wasn't home I just did my duties as I should. When I went to clean Mr. Brown's room, I saw someone lying on the bed. I was a little surprised but I went close anyway. When I saw it was Mr. Brown himself, I felt relief. It seemed like he was just sleeping in his suit. I found that a little odd and tried to wake him up. But even though I pushed him to wake up he did flinch. Then I checked his breathing and he wasn't breathing. So I became terrified and quickly called the ambulance.”

“Did you not notice when he came back?”

"No, I didn't. That's why I was surprised when I saw someone lying on his bed."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"The last time I saw him was about 10 days ago. He said he was going on a business trip and told me to inform his son that he would be back in 8 days."

"Ok thank you for your cooperation."

The next witness is Mr. Brown's son who turned fourteen this year. He was so shocked by his father's death that he is now consoled by his other family members and refused to say anything.

The most shocking thing about this murder is that it is similar to the murder of the famous Dr. Robert Jonson who died 6 months ago and the renowned prosecutor Mr. Arik Watson who died 9 months ago. The culprit of those cases hasn’t been found yet so the police are investigating further and we fear that it might be a part of serial murder.

Are these three cases related? Is this really the work of a serial killer? If so, what can be the killer's motive behind killing those famous people who were famous and loved for their good deeds?

To find out more always stay with us and we will provide you with th-

The television got switched off by a very tall wide man. He wasn't just any man though. He was my boss, and man, he looked very pissed.

"DO I PAY YOUR LAZY ASS JUST SO YOU CAN ALWAYS GOOF AROUND AND WATCH THE FUCKING TELEVISION?" He screamed at my face and fractions of his spits covered my face as a result. Ugh so disgusting. But I had to withstand it. Because after all, he is my boss and I'm the little part-timer who he can get rid of any time he wants.

"I'm very sorry, sir. I'll get back to work right away." I bowed to him and quickly went to my spot.

He is a freaking slave driver. It's been just five minutes since I left my spot to take a seat and rest my legs which were hurting from standing all day. But no he just had to come and drive me out in my position again.

I got behind the counter and started taking new drinks orders from a bunch of drunken customers.

Yap, I work as a bartender. Making people drink, and listen to their drunken blabbering is my job.

Well, a part-time job. It's not like I hate hearing their story. I honestly enjoy it and believe me when I say I know more about my regular clients than their family knows about them.

Because when they get completely wasted they would spill almost all their secrets if I want to know. But the only disgusting thing about this job is that for being a female bartender you have to play along with the flirting of old and perverted men.

Sometimes I wish I could just shove my ice pick right at their dirty eyes. But sadly I can't.

If I do then my sister would get angry and scold me. And when she gets angry she looks very scary.

"One dark and stormy, please." The new customers ordered. ‘Please!!!’ That’s a word I didn’t hear in a long time. And the last time I heard someone say ‘please’ to me was certainly not in a bar. People are like ‘Hey, get me a Martini quick.’ I mean they are not rude but they aren’t this polite either. So I was surprised a little. So I look up to see his face. Looking at his face I felt like the world stopped moving for a moment.

It’s him.

He was wearing a navy blue blazer on top of a black shirt. And of course, showing off his expensive Rolex watch. He looked like he came to some kind of high profile place rather than a cheap small-town bar.   

The air in my lungs dried up and I forgot how to breathe. He noticed my reaction and instantly a smirk replaced his poker face.

Why is he here? Oh no, does he recognize me? Or did he come to find me? How did he find me? Will he drag me to that hell hole again?

The memories of those dreadful times began to rush back and I’m pretty sure I was losing control.

No, I can’t let him take me to that life again. I escaped it once and I can’t go back.  

So I tried to calm down and think rationally. There are many people around and he can’t do anything to me here. He can’t just drag me out from here. So I’ll just have to stall time here.

"One Dark and Stormy coming right up," I confirmed the order with a forced smile and started making the requested cocktail.

“Here’s your drink, sir. Enjoy,” and I turned my back to him pretending to do something else.

“Oh, I sure will, baby.” He said in a creepy low voice. But even in the middle of the loud music and people getting crazy and screaming I could hear his low tone reply. And a cold wind ran through my spine.

Even though I turned my back to him I could feel his intense glare and evil smirk pointing at me. He must be here just to remind me of my fear and dark past. The times he used me as a sex slave in the name of love and then used me as his stress reliever and abused me for whole three years. That time I was weak and didn’t have anyone, I didn’t know how to fight back. But now I’m different, I have my sister to help me stand up to myself. I have changed and I’m not that weak little girl anymore who was blinded by love. I will not let him use me ever again.

“You have become quite sexy over the two years I didn’t see you, Clara. Have you found yourself a rich sugar daddy?” he wiggled his eyebrows indicating that I’m just as low as him. But I won’t just stay silent this time.

“No, but I’m sure you found yourself a suitable partner for your extra small dick.” I fired back.

He became furious and stood up from his seat and jumped at me.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY, SLUT.” He was grabbing my collar. But then a surprising look replaced his angry fiery eyes.  

Hah, he must have felt the sharp pick of my ice pick against his throat.    

Now it’s my time to smirk. Everyone here saw how aggressively he jumped at me and grabbed my collar but no one could see how I was holding the sharp point of my ice pick against his adam’s apple under his arms. One little push and not a single sound will ever come out from the dirty mouth.

I learned a little to his right ear.

“I’m not the weak little Clara anymore who you used as a mere puppet once. So get lost before I make you mute for eternity.’’ I whispered in a low voice and straightened my head once again. He gave me a death glare and released my collar. Then paid the bill and furiously stomped his way out of the bar.

Hah, I can’t believe I won. I have to tell this to my big sister.

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The Headquarters of the police detectives was in a total mess. Everyone was on edge because of the ‘might be a serial killer case.  The chef was in an especially bad mood because of the constant pressure from higher-ups ups.

“Sir, The Mayor has come to have a talk with you.” The low-ranking officer informed the chief. He instantly understood why he had come. It was because of the recent murder case.

Before the chief could respond a man in his 50s entered the room. He looked like he was in a very bad mood. With his aura alone anyone could tell he was among the important persons.

“Oh, Mr. Mayor. Please have a seat. What would you like? Coffee or tea?” the chief tried to please the important person with his greetings.

“I didn’t come here to have tea.” The mayor said with an angry tone as he sat on the single black leathered couch one leg over the other. “I’ve come here to hear your progress about the case.”

“Sir, we are still investigating. Don’t worry, we will find the culprit very soon.”   

The chief said, clearing his throat.

“You’ve been telling me that for the last 8 months. Yet I see no result.” The Mayor sighed showing clear disappointment. “The men who have been killed are all VIP persons in our country. Not just that, they were the embodiment of good people that our country needs. The people of the whole country are furious about their deaths.”

“Yes, I know sir. That’s why I decided to appoint my best officers to investigate this case. And I will personally supervise the investigation.”

“Good, I expect results as soon as possible.” Saying that the mayor stood up and left the room. As soon as the mayor left the chief sighed in relief and called the low-rank officer who informed the chief about the mayor’s arrival.

“Tell everyone that I’ve called an emergency meeting in 5 minutes.”  

At the meeting -

All the detectives were sitting on their seats in the large conference room waiting for the chief to arrive. They already guessed what might be the reason for this sudden meeting.

After some time the door opened with a loud thud and the chief stomped his way into the room and stood on the dais. All stood up to show respect to their head and when the chief cleared his throat to start they took their seats.

"You all must already know the reason for calling this emergency meeting. So, I'll just cut the chase and go straight to the point.

We all guessed more or less that these three murders are done by the same person. We cannot confirm it yet because the forensic team is still doing the investigation. Nevertheless, these three cases are very similar so I think the investigations should be done by the same team.

So I am proposing to form a special team with the best detectives we have to investigate these cases and capture the criminal. Is there any objection?"

The audience didn't have any objections and they all agreed with their chief. So they kept their mouths shut.

"Good, I’ll personally supervise the team and I’ve already decided the detective I’ll put in charge of the team and now I’ll announce his name.

Mr. Anderson, you will be in charge of the team,” said the chief pointing at a detective sitting on the front row who was about in his mid-40s. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and formal black pants. He stood up hearing his name being announced and everyone clapped for the man for getting the honor of being in charge of the most important case.

Mr. Anderson has the record of cracking the most difficult cases in the department so for others it was no surprise that the chief chose him for these cases. But every successful person has a secret anti-fan who hated that persons’ success and Mr. Anderson was no different than every other successful person out there. Someone in this crowd was clapping for the man full of hatred for this man and wishing that this might be the last honor he gets.

“Thank you, sir, for honoring me with this opportunity and putting your trust in me. I won’t disappoint you.”  Mr. Anderson said, shaking the chief’s hand.

“Yes, I’m counting on you.” Said the man firmly and left the place.

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Clara put off her apron with a long sigh. Finally, her shift was over and it’s almost 5 A.M. The bar was already closed and she just finished her clean-up. Putting on her brown overcoat she yawned for the lack of sleep and tiredness. She exited by the back door of the bar and began to walk to her destination, her sister’s house. She was walking without any care in the world by the gloomy, quiet road. It was still very early so there wasn’t any soul outside yet. The world is still sleeping and she feels like she’s the only human in the whole world now. But suddenly she heard footsteps coming behind her. It was like someone other than her was also walking on the thick white layers of snow.

“Someone’s following me!!!” she thought and fastened her steps.

She heard the footsteps behind her also fasten. She could feel her heartbeat becoming faster and faster. It was thumping really fast. She didn’t have anything with her to protect herself from the stalker. She was afraid and the only person who came to her mind at that moment was her sister. And suddenly a hand was on her mouth, and her body was grabbed by another hand tightly against the stalkers’.

“Now I’ve got you.”