I awoke with Holly on my good arm and a consistent throbbing on the bad. She had applied a sling for my arm that wrapped around my body and secured it in place, making sure I didn't move it so the pain could be controlled. It was quite uncomfortable but it served a purpose.
Gingerly, I pull my good arm out from under her sleeping body. She turns slightly, her head searching for the spot it was just in. My dresser contained many things but all I needed was an under shirt and some pants. My shoes were at the door already.
Somehow managing to dress myself, the wounded arm tuck under the shirt as the free arm is left to do the duty of two. The shoulder harness isn't going to be effective today so I use a regular out of the pants holster for my service weapon.
The bathroom fells extra cold this morning but I have to brush my teeth, badly. I finish the teeth, spitting up a touch of blood from the tooth brush removing a small layer of my gums, when I notice the pill bottle of Demerol on the counter. I take two ease the throbbing. That should do the trick, I confidently thought.
My hair was at full attention along with my dick. Fucking morning wood and bed head, perfect combo. I turn on the sink to allow the water to reach a suitable temperature and I scoop as much as I can with my good arm and splash it on my hair and face. I combed my hair flat and wiped my face down.
As I exit the bathroom, I notice Holly's ass hanging out from beneath the sheets. She had on a perfect pair of pink panties that let just a pinch of lower ass hang out, my favorite. I approach her, kiss her on the cheek and fix the covers for her.
She rolled instantly and said, "Aww, you're such a sweetie. I did that on purpose to see if you were gonna try to jump my bones and wake me up or just leave, I didn't expect you to fix the covers. I think I'm falling in love."
"Don't give me too much credit, my shoulder is throbbing, if it weren't I would have probably eaten your ass and fucked you like a wild animal." I wink as I exit the room.
Holly yells out as she throws a pillow at me, "You big retard!"
I crack the door once the pillow has landed and speak in, "I am in love with you."
Securing the door behind me, I search out Mills. He's at his desk with his head down, he's obviously asleep. As I walk by, heading towards the Presidential rooms Mills rises up and follows me in a sleep like daze.
"Good Morning Mills. You feel alright?" I asked.
Some sort of mumble comes out of his mouth but it sounded like yeah I'm fine or fuck off.
"What room is the boy in? I want to surprise Dahmer before I sit with Rader today." I knew Dahmer was going to be on my side for sure after this one.
"Nixon room for the boy." Mills mumbles.
I stop in mid stride and turn to him, "What is the problem here Mills, are you ok? Tell me what's wrong."
"Gregg, my entire team is gone and we didn't even get to keep the man we wanted. My team died for nothing. I don't feel like I am the man for this shit anymore." He said this with his head down, shoulders slouching.
"Tell you what, I'll be the Captain and you be the Lieutenant, we'll switch titles while you recruit for your team, cool?" I proposed this as a last ditch effort to ease his mind and get him back on board.
"Gregg…ok, I can deal with that while I'm trying to get back on my feet." We shake and I pull him in for a man hug.
"Now as the ranking officer, I am ordering you to your quarters for some R&R. You are relieved of your duties for the next week." I saluted him and he turned, heading to his room.
"My bad Mills, I need the key card and all the codes for all the rooms, please."
He turned and gave me the badge and his cheat sheet for the rooms. Now I was in control of the entire tactical side of the operation. The Boss gave the orders and I now orchestrated them.
I swiped my badge into the slot and entered the room where the young boy was zip tied to a chair. I ask him, "Do you speak English?"
"No." He replies.
"Well, technically 'No' is English, so you do speak English?" I was testing him to see if fear was holding his English in or if he was legit.
"I speak-a no Eng-lish." Very shaky English right there but the test must continue.
"Listen you are obviously holding back on me, you just spoke an entire English sentence. Are you fluent in the English language?" I am pushing him very hard mentally. I can't afford to send in someone that isn't to spec with Dahmer's needs.
The look on the boy's face was priceless; he didn't understand shit about what I just said except for the word English. I approach him slowly, "Ok, I'm going to take you to the next room. We have a few more questions for you and then you're free to go."
I clipped his lower extremity zip ties first then position myself behind him so I can't be kicked or easily attacked if I lose control of him. I mentally held up the case file picture of Konerak and this kid was basically identical.
Escorting the boy was very easy, he just assumed he was being freed from this place and he could go back to prostitution and drugs.
Slowly, I walk this boy towards the agents' rooms. I shout out, "Dead Man Walking!" No one was around but that line has always amused me. We appear in front of Dahmer's cell, he's asleep but Gacy is awake and he instantly goes ape shit. He is obviously ready for some more killing and making of real dick toys.
I swipe my badge and enter in Dahmer's code, 2-0-3-1-4-5-6-5-1-2-0-8-5-3-8. He sits straight up as the door opens inwards. He made another drawing, I was in it and so was the recently acquired and recently deceased serial killer we wanted to be an agent.
"KonKon? KonKon!" Dahmer was grinning ear from ear and it was more than obvious he was fully aroused, fully aroused.
"Jeff, I am a man of my word, you saved a lot of people yesterday and I told you I was going to get you a present. Here it is to do whatever you please with. You can keep him, eat him, fuck him, suck him, whatever. Do as you please and let me know if you need anything. I appreciate what you did for us down here." I pushed the fake Konerak in the room and closed the door behind him. Poor kid doesn't even know what's about to happen to him but it was a necessary evil in my mind.
This was a gesture I was giving to Jeffrey, I appreciate the way he was with me and the way he operated yesterday. A serial killer that actually worked with a team and saved them? He smiled at me so big, I smiled back and I was on my way.
Now, I need to go talk to Rader, aka B.T.K., aka Bind, Torture, Kill. He is most known not necessarily for his number of victims but for his methodical killing abilities. He preyed on elderly women in their own homes.
First he would tie them up using phone cords or stockings of some sort. He would then proceed to rape the woman and ejaculate on them. Then he would strangle them with his bare hands or a belt until they were just on the verge of death, their eyes began to grey, their minds began to slow, their hearts beginning to struggle and then he would release them from his strangle hold and let them gather their breath and replenish their lungs with fresh oxygen.
Then our special little agent would repeat the process until it became too tedious for him and let the strangling continue while he was masturbating on top of their corpses, probably climaxing as he watched their inner most soul escape through their eyes.
He was a very reputable member of his church and he was a very good husband and father. He just had that one secret.
Eventually, he continued to maintain an aura of superiority over the police and sent in a note via 3.5" hard disk and the police were able to trace that disk to a specific computer. Not so smart after all.
As Dahmer was seducing his new boy toy, I approached Rader's room. He was asleep on the bed, again with his arms out and hands under his head and his legs outstretched and crossed.
The room itself lacked decoration, except for a small collage of family photos on the far wall next to his bed. The only other things he kept in his room were a journal and an ornament from all of his victims, something to remember them by. The room was very dull, very barren.
I swipe my badge and enter his room code, 8-4-6-9-7-2-3-5-4-0-0-4-7-8-5. I slowly enter his room and make sure the door stays propped open and I stay between him and the door. That allows me to escape and me to keep him from escaping.
I introduce myself, "Good Morning Mr. Rader. I'm Gregg Burnsfield; I'm the new Captain around here. You mind if I sit and talk with you for a bit?"
He acknowledges my presence and points me to his desk chair. I snatch it quickly all the while keeping my eyes on him so he doesn't make a break for it. The chair slides and slightly bounces across the floor as I position myself in my original spot.
"Mr. Rader, has anyone explained why you are down here and what not? What this is? Why this exists?" I really just want to strike up a conversation so he will open the lines of communication with me.
He shakes his head left and right. I notice he has the Julius Caesar haircut going on, with a black and grey goatee. He's smaller than I am, in height and weight. The only one of the three agents that doesn't really shed any blood.
"Alright, this is K.U.N.T. division. We specialize in executing special mission given directly from the President of the United States. You have a certain set of skills that are assets to this team, along with Dahmer and Gacy. You three are our special agents and eventually you will be unleashed upon certain victims under executive orders from the President." That seems pretty clear to me. I made it sound so important to feed his ego, so he would want to participate and try to take charge.
He nods his head as he sits up on the bed. He looks over at Dahmer and of course I do as well. Dahmer has his buddy striped down to nothing and he is playfully chasing him around the room. The boy's face was distorted so horribly from the terror of the situation but Dahmer's face actually had a slight smile to it, a smirk.
They continued this for fifteen minutes as Rader and I watched non-stop. It wasn't amusing, it wasn't appealing, we just couldn't look away. It was really weird.
"Alright Mr. Rader, I just want you to feel more comfortable in this situation, knowing that you are an asset not a prisoner. I will bring you a present later." I motion over towards Dahmer's room and smile.
Rader nods his head again in agreement with my statements. I close the door behind me and he lays right back down in the same exact position he is always in. Arms up, hands under his head and his legs crossed.
I turn to exit the area and take a quick glance in Gacy's direction. He is sitting on the floor, naked, staring at his penis and chuckling. He finally didn't have an erection, which was curious to me. I can see his wall of body parts, mostly dicks cut from his male pleasure mates but there are some ears and what looks to be an entire are from shoulder to finger tips. What the fuck is that for I wonder? Probably jerks off with it by manipulating the tendons to tighten the grip of the fingers.
I'm done, I've talked to all of them and all I had to do was give Rader his old lady gift and souvenir. I'll get to that later, my head was aching again. There is zero fucking air flow through this place. We have air conditioning but no natural air. It was weird. My shoulder began to throb the more I distressed over small things and that wasn't good at all.
As I enter the main area, I run into Councilor Champ!
"How's the face Councilor Champ? Looks like its hanging a little loose." I couldn't help myself.
"Well actually Captain, it is fucking loose! If you don't remember, it was ripped from my skull yesterday by a maniac!" He literally yelled at the top of his lungs. I thought he was going to blow a gasket or his face off again.
I couldn't hold my laughter in, "Councilor Champ, please, try to maintain your integrity as our lone Councilor…Ah fuck it. Haha, should I have just let him finish you off?"
"In many situations, almost all of them, death is never a valid option but when someone's fucking face is hanging off, you should probably let them die dumbass!" The Councilor got a little snippety with the wrong one.
I grab him by his arm and yank him like the little rag doll bitch he is towards the Agents' rooms. If he wanted death, then so be it, Gacy get another toy.
"Alright, big man, let me introduce you to my buddy. You have already met him, John Wayne Gacy." I swipe the badge and pull out my cheat sheet. With every press of the button, Champ gets weaker and weaker, pleading begging to be forgiven and Gacy gets harder and harder with his scab ridden dick. 4-3-1-0-4-6-7-8-2-2-0-4-7-6-8. The door pops open slightly, Gacy rises to his fat feet, standing tall on him mattress. I open the door just enough to fit Councilor Champ's head in.
I yell out, "Here boy! Here boy!"
"Captain, please stop! I'll do anything!" The tears are overcoming the shakes as I pull him from the door and close it. He falls to his knees.
"Suck my dick." I instructed. "You said you would do anything, so suck…my…dick!"
"Captain please. Let's talk about this. I don't want to get fed to that man but I can't suck your…you know. I can't" Such a simple little creature now that his life and his manhood have been pushed to the limits simultaneously.
I yell, "Get the fuck out of my face, don't look me in my eyes anymore and most of all, do not acknowledge me unless I call upon you!" As the Councilor scurries away, I yell, "You owe me a blowjob too!"