The place was cold and dark. The only lighting in the rooms were six small lit-up candles that were hung on the wall. The dark room was about the size of a double garage. However, there was only one window in it that was barred, and for sure the wall was made out of concrete. It was like an old dungeon in a movie.
There was a man in his mid twenty; he looked reasonably fit. His eyes were a greenish-blue, and his hair was supposed to be a light brown, however, in the dark, it seems like it was dark. He was bare naked with bruises and cuts all over his body, and he was strapped into a chair with chains.
The chains locked his ankles, and his arms were tied up from behind him by a cable tie. Every inch he makes to struggle in an attempt to break free becomes harder as time passes. The man had been strapped there for a while, as his wrist was wounded from his continuous struggle.
"AHHH! FUCK!" he cried out, trying to escape his imprisonment. He groans and grunted as he tried to break free again. How many times has it been since he tried that? Four? No, was it five? The man continued to struggle his way, but how could he ever? Being locked up in a chair that was bolted to the ground. It would be impossible for him even to rock the chair.
And then, a giggling voice that could be heard from within the shadows. "You really need to stop doing that. Shouldn't you know by now how useless it is to try and struggle?" the voice came from a beautiful woman, she carried a small candle in her hand.
The candle lights reflected in her eyes, and made her eyes so beautiful; it was like you can get lost in them. She came out from within the darkness, as she looked at him with a smirk on her face.
The woman wore nothing but a black bra and a sexy black-lace thong. Although it was dark, however, you can certainly tell that the girl had a very light pale skin-tone. Her eyes was a hazel-brown, and her long black hair. They were beautiful, so beautiful that he wanted to laugh, and when he did, he laughed out loudly, "You know, this is getting old." He said, "You are only just making me hornier with that outfit."
"Oh? Of course, I know that. I want you to be hard for me." She smiled at him as she bends down closer to his knees. She places the candle down on the ground, as she reached onto his soft cock and her first stroke had made him hard. "Oh, Alex! Look at you! You like me so much that your cock just got so hard after one stroke." She giggled as she kept stroking his cock.
The man name was Alex Fraser. Alex laughed as he told her, "I still like you." She looked up at his face and smiled, "I know." And then suddenly a whip came fast and hard on to his body. She whipped him hard, and his screaming voice echoed out in the room. "AH! FUCK! FUCK YOU BITCH!" he screamed, and she left him with a few new markings of her whip.
The enjoyment she received from his torment made her wet, she placed her hand down her thong and showed him. "Oh, Alex. Looked how wet you made me already." Alex stared at her as she reveals her bare vagina, she had waxed down below. Her pink clitoris was sensitive, and when she touched herself, she moaned and smiled at him. "Do you want to put it in yet?" she asked him with that evil smirk on her face.
"I know you want me to fuck you hard." He said as he laughs even though he was in pain. "But it's ashamed I'm locked up here. Or else I'll make you feel even better."
She laughed at his speech as she leans in closer to him. "I like it better this way." She whispered into his ears. Then she took the small candle that she had brought in with her up from the ground and started to pour the wax onto his chest. The heat from the wax burns him, and it was a slight burn. However, it was still painful. "AH!" he screamed, "YOU FUCK UP BITCH!"
Alex Fraser couldn't remember how long has it been since he was captured anymore. Three days? No, perhaps it had been longer. A week perhaps? Alex Fraser was a private detective, and he was good at his jobs and at often he would take request from the police to find a missing person or solve murders that the police couldn't explain.
He was an arrogant man because he believed he was the smartest man in the world. However, there was this mysterious murder that had happened to men in a local town nearby; three bodies were found. These three bodies were found at a playground park. Naked, and looked as if the body had been brutally tortured, and perhaps raped.
There was no clue on the body. However, there was one thing in common with these three victims. They were indeed clients at the same nightclub, dentist office, and a restaurant. Of course, these are normal findings that even the police could find, however, because the town they lived in is a small town, with a population of about 300 people.
It was quite reasonable for these victims to have some kind of connection. This was indeed a work of a serial killer. The serial killer had the same M.O no matter who was the victim. A young male within 25 - 35 years of age, tall, handsome, and most importantly. Married. These men were happily married and had a family of their own.
These victims all started off as missing people, some went missing for days, months, or even over a year. However, when their body was found, they have no clothing on them. No wedding rings… Nothing. The only thing they have on their bodies were wounds, bruises and cuts. Both before and after death. It was like a hate crime, and the serial killer must really hate the victims.
Alex found the case alluring and decided to take it on. He was interested in it, and was amazed by the cause of death; Erotic asphyxiation. The victims remain erected even after death. Alex could have never thought that this serial killer he was looking for, was a woman.
The endless brutal tortures were harsh, and it was a mix of both pleasure and pain. No, it's not the ones where you can call out a word-code, and it would end. This type of torture was endless, and even when Alex can scream and shout, "YOU FUCK UP BITCH." However, his shouting only excited her more.