“Are you ready to order, sir?” The waitress, at Michelangelo’s Fine Italian Cuisine, was a cute little blonde, with legs for days and full, luscious lips. She had deep green eyes and an hourglass shape. She looked like she was no more than seventeen years old. I wondered what she would look like with tiny cuts all over her soft, milky skin. The images were turning me on, and I needed to keep my mind in the game.
“Not quite yet, but I will have bottle of sparkling white wine, chilled, if you would be so kind.” I forced the most charming smile that I could.
She smiled at me seductively. “I will be right back with your wine, sir.” She was gone about ten minutes, the wine she brought must have been very special; I wasn’t familiar with the name. as the waitress poured it into a wine glass, I noticed that it was almost clear in color. I took a sip and was pleased with
“You need to get over to my house ASAP!” When Xavier received the call, he noted that Dwight sounded very scared. Maybe he found something important. He raced over to Dwight’s house as fast as possible. Dwight didn’t even wait for the knock on the door; he was already pulling Xavier inside the house.“So, what is so important, I’m dying to know!” Xavier commented as Dwight bolted every window and door. Once everything was secure, Dwight finally answered.“That guy, Brent Cummings, is more dangerous than we thought! He has many different aliases; so far, I have been able to track some of them. I still don’t know what he looks like. I was able to talk to all but one of the cosmetic surgeons that do surgeries on the side, off the books, there were about four. Three of them have rock solid alibis.”“What about the fourth doctor?&rdqu
Even though Mack should be happy for Sierra he had to admit that he was a little apprehensive about Tucker Gillian. The search he did came up with very little about him. He didn’t exist until seven years ago, when he became the most sought-after veterinarian in Klamath. Mack just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about him. Maybe I was just being a little too protective, I just can’t help it! Sierra is like a little sister to me; she is my family. He thought to himself as he headed to the basement.He was told to go to the morgue, the doc had found out some new information that he hadn’t seen at the crime scene. “What have you found doc?” He asked as he checked his phone for the millionth time! Sierra should have called by now; this wasn’t like her especially since she knew that they had a hot case!“Well as you already know, she was beat
I was really enjoying myself; Tucker was a great guy. He’s funny and smart, not to mention that he is extremely sexy! It should be illegal how attractive this man is! I was having so much fun that I hadn’t realized that we polished off the entire bottle of wine already. The food was absolutely wonderful, and the wine wasn’t too bad either. Tucker let me try some of his duck, since I’ve never tasted it before. I thought that it tasted like chicken, good but not my cup of tea.“Would you like some more wine or some dessert?” Tucker asked with a mischievous grin on his beautiful face. I could tell he was getting turned on every time I like my lips, he was watching me like a hawk and the sexual tension was thick between us. I can’t deny that his touch didn’t set my skin a flame and a heat stirring deep inside my abdomen! It was getting hot in the restaurant, or the wine was
Xavier stayed where he was as he saw “Tucker” and Sierra leave the restaurant. He followed them in the car that he borrowed from Mack. From what he could tell they had no idea that he was even there, which was good. He followed them down the dark, dirt road until they came to a stop. He knew that he didn’t have much time to get Sierra out of harm’s way, so he quietly snuck up behind his car. He waited for a few minutes then reached the driver side door. As soon as he saw the terror on Sierra's face, he knew that he needed to get her to safety and fast!He struck the window on the driver's door and watched it shatter; he then reached through the broken window and grabbed a handful of "Tucker's" hair and yanked his head back far enough to slide his other arm around his throat. When Xavier had his arm in place he applied just enough pressure to slow his oxygen intake to the point that "Tucker" passed out.H
After receiving an anonymous tip that Brent Cummings was using aliases, Mack quickly gathered information on all the alleged aliases that were reported. He was on his way to Flukes Lane; where Doctor Tucker Gillian's vehicle was last spotted. He was worried about Sierra, he should have been there to protect her. When he arrived, with his backup, Dr. Gillian's vehicle was still parked and the engine was off. Mack couldn't see if there was anybody in the car from where he was parked so he quietly exited his car.He motioned for a couple officers to move around the passenger side while he walked to the driver's side, he told everyone to proceed with caution. "This guy is very dangerous and possible armed so be extremely careful!" Mack couldn't stress that enough. With weapon drawn and his back up at the ready he approached the driver's window. He saw glass everywhere on the ground by the driver's door. D**n! No one
Brent Cummings was extremely pissed, he had no idea who the guy was or where he had taken Sierra! He had to leave his car on that road because his keys were gone. He had gotten out of the car and hidden himself just minutes before the cops showed up. What pissed him off more was that he had been taken by surprise.When he finally arrived at his house, two hours later, he was in so much pain. Somehow during the struggle he broke his left index and middle fingers. He wen to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of 100 proof whisky, he took a huge swig and resent his broken bones. He let out a long line of curses then he took in a calming breath. That son-of-a-b***h will pay for causng him so much pain! He taped his fingers together and made his way to the medicine cabinet for some aspirin. This little ordeal just fueled his obsession for Sierra all the more.He needed to think of somthing, really special for her.
Xavier had no idea if she remembered so he was trying to find some way to tell her. He looked over at her, she was sitting very quietly and as far away from his as she could possibly manage, within the confinements of the car. He didn't want to make things any harder for her than it already was, but they needed to talk. He was about to try to talk to her when she glared at him, stopping him short."Stop staring at me, you're creeping me out!" He could tell that she was trying to keep her composure. " You can let me out anywhere." She said as she looked out the window."Sorry about creeping you out but wer are going to have to talk about what happened." I was trying to ease her into talking to me. "It's still not safe to let you out anywhere, I need to take you to a safe place."She scoffed at him. "I get it, you followed us and saved my life, yada, yada. This is still considered kidnapping and I'm a cop
"Okay people, we are running out of time! A fellow Detective is missing and she was last seen with this man." Mack was passing around a current photo of Brent Cummings. "His name is Brent Cummings he has also been known as Professor Michael Evans, Officer Jack Robertson, and Dr. Tucker Gillian. We already have his vehcile in processing as wer speak. We also know that there was a gentleman in here inquiring about Sierra's whereabouts before she went missing. Remember that Brent Cummings is extremely dangerous, if he is spotted don't go after him alone, call for back up and wait for them to arrive! I can not stress this enough, this guy is the number one suspect in the God of Torture killings, please watch each others backs! You are dismissed."Mack was getting very restless when his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling him but instead of a call he had received a text message. He opened it to see who had sent i
I can't believe that this day has finally arrived! My life has not been easy by any means but today if feels like all the rough patches are worth going through. I stare at myself in the mirror as Cheryl, my maid of honor, helps me attached my veil. There is an uneasiness that I have not been able to shake this whole day. I know that it is the cop in me that won't shut down but I have never been led astray by my instincts. I don't have to worry about Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture anymore, he is dead thanks to my inner demon. However Garrison O'Grady is still at large and we just found out recently that he is also the biological brother of Brent Cummings! Just my luck I now have yet another pshycopathic serial killer on my hands! "Earth to Sierra!" Cheryl comments, breaking my thoughts. I smile at her blushing, having been caught zoning out...again. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind and I'm really nervou
It has been about three months since she had killed Brent Cummings and she still couldn't get rid of him. She stopped reading newspapers because that's all every one talked about. She would have quit her job if she could, but Mack and Xavier helped her listen to reason. "Sierra, honey, you need to forget about what happened in th past and focus on the present." Cheryl's voice brought her back to reality. "I know, I know I'm trying, by the way you look beautiful." She slapped on the best smile that she could. "Well thank you and you look absolutely radiant yourself." Cheryl stood behind her and touched up her make-up. "We have only a few minutes until the music plays. Now as you maid-of-honor, I am ordering you to help me with your veil." Sierra was chuckling at Cheryl as she held the head piece in place while Cheryl pinned it to her head. "Are you going to tell your husband-to-be?" Sierra was tak
Everything was falling apart! Sierra needed to get control of herself and soon. This latest incident could have cost her her job, her friendship with Mack, and above all else it could have cost her Xavier! Her boss took pity on her and just sent her on a three week paid vacation, so things could blow over or in the least cood down. Another thing that she was curious about was that since she drank from Brent, she hasn't suffered from the fever, it was very odd.She didn't object, she knew it would be of no use to argue. She knew that she needed the vacation anyway. She called Mack to let him know that she was going to leave town for about a week, of course he started to argue but he quickly gave in. "Don't worry Mack, I will be fine. I will call you when I arrive." She had bit waited for his reply before she hung up the phone.She looked at her watch, she had just enough time to take a shower, pack a bag or two
Brent coule not believe his luck that Sierra would just be unconscious waiting for him to punish her! He slowly admired her body as he took her cloths off. What delicate skin! Brent smiled to himself. He also took his clothes off and readied himself by hovering over her body. He caressed her legs up her hips over her stomach. He lingered on her perky breasts and tweaked her nipples to harden them to pointy nubs. He could feel that her body was shuddering under his touch. He smirked to himself as he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth and moaned at the taste of her in his mouth.He was so lost in his moment that he was unaware of her soft moans as she slowly roused to consciousness. He popped his mouth off of her breast and made his way up her neck to her mouth. He was about to run his tongue over her lips when he realized that she was fully awake! The intensity of her eyes startled him a bit.&
Garrison was resting in his new hotel, he stopped going to Pauline's for fear that someone would notice. He was flipping through the TV channels to make sure cops hadn't caught onto his scent yet. When he came across the local news he watched in shocked amazement. Apparently Brent Cummings tried to attack Detective Ryans for the second time, when he was somehow killed! He angrily shut off the TV, he started to pace around the room. How could Brent be taken over by his obsession so easily. Looks liek I'm just gonna have to find out what really happened to me brother! As he paced about the room, he was compiling a metal shopping list of items that he would need. He was in such deep thought plotting his revenge that he hadn't noticed that a young woman was standing in the doorway of his room. He stopped pacing and turned toward the door. "Beg your pardon sir, I wasn't aware that this room was occupied. Sorry to h
Mack had been trying to reach Sierra for a couple of hours. Either she was ignoring her calls or she was out of range. He decided to stop by the 2nd precinct on his own, he'll just pass along the information when he saw her next. She was starting to act really weird as of late, he was really starting to worry about her even more. He was brought back to reality as he was met by Detective Dominguez. "Good evening Detective Stone." Detective Dominugez was about 5'9" and locked to be in his early thirties and fit. "Well I brought those photos, that I told you about with me. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind interviewing some of those co-workers of the first victim, with me." "I will go with you, but only on one condition, I drive." Detective Dominguez was already headed to his car. Mack quickly exited hsi car and hopped in the passenger side of Detective Dominguez's car. They rode the whole way to the din
Brent followed both Sierra and her guest, to a cabin that was hidden well out of the city limits. He decided to change the location of his plans, out here nobody would interfere it was perfect! When they entered the cabin Brent started to prepare for the plan. He waited for the man to leave before he put his plan into action. When he knew that the man was a safe distance away, he made his way towards to cabin, cautiously. When he reached the door he paused to make sure that the guy wasn't coming back, the only thing he heard was a light groaning coming from the other side of the door. He slowly and quietly opened the door adn entered the cabin. He shut and barricaded the door and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He found that he was in the kitchen so he searched for a weapon and found a meat cleaver. He walked down the hallway and heard the groans getting louder. He came up to a closed door on the right and
When Mack headed back to his desk he was bombarded with at least 15 messages waiting for him. Three were from his wife, two were from Xavier, and the last ten were from the 2nd precinct. "Hello, this is Detective Mack Stone, I am returning a call to a Detective Gabriel Dominguez. Is he available?" "Hold please." Moments later he was greete4d by a man's voice that had a slight accent to it. "Hello, this is Detective Dominguez, thank you for returning my call. I have a couple of cases that you and your partner might be interested in." "What kind of cases?" Mack asked, intrigued. "The M.O. is familiar to your previous torture cases. The only difference is that the killer leaves a callling card at every scene." Mack didn't recall Brent leaving any calling cards at his crime scenes. "What kind of calling card?" "He leaves a black rose on or near the body of whoever he killed. This guy se
O'Grady could hear music and laughter coming from room 390, so he quietly approached the door, looked around and made sure that no one was watching him. He reached for th edoor knob and turned it until the latch released adn the door fell free from his hand. He wouldn't have much time so the needed to act quickly. He reached inside his bag and pulled out a bowie knife, he watied for rick to come to the door. As the door started to shut, he slid his arm through the crack and slashed at what he believed to be Rick's throat. His assumption was confirmed when he heard a gurgled gasp and Channing's shocked voice. "RICK! What the-" O'Grady stormed intot he room and locked the door behind him. "Well hello Channing." He smiled menacingly at his prey. Channing was sitting at the desk when O'Grady walked into the room. "What do you want? I already apologized for knocking your drink all over you." "Yes, ye di