Outside the NYPD company,
Noah was seen with a middle-aged woman who looked troubled. It seemed as though she had been crying rivers. She looked like that because she was mourning the death of her daughter, Abigail Harper. Abigail was one of the victims of Dr. Ken. She was lured into his house thinking she'd get a job, but unfortunately, she was killed and the wicked surgeon sold her body parts to unscrupulous people, who then dumped her on the highway.
Ms. Harper, Abigail's mom has been desperately trying to find justice for her daughter. She wanted that murderer to be punished and Noah has been investigating nonstop to catch the criminal.
So far as this wicked surgeon is still out there, nobody is safe
"Please don't worry, Ms. Harper. The police and I are doing everything we can to solve your daughter's case. We promise to bring the perpetrator to justice. I understand that this is a difficult time for you, and I am committed to doing everything I can to help. Please know that you have my full support," Noah assured the victim's mother.
"Please try harder. I won't be able to live with myself if those criminals get away with what they've done," Ms. Harper pleaded, wiping the tears from her eyes. She narrowed her eyes to focus on a figure in the distance, standing behind Noah. All she could make out was a man dressed in black, holding what appeared to be a camera. She squinted, trying to get a better look.
"De.. Detective.. there's a man behind you taking pictures of me," Ms. Harper exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear. She was already on edge from the trauma of losing her daughter, and now a strange man was stalking her with a camera.
Noah raised his brows with surprise. He looked back and searched around with his eyes to see who Ms. Harper was talking about but there was no one around except random people passing by.
"Detective, I know what I saw!" She insisted. She could tell that Noah didn't believe her, and she felt frustrated and anxious. "I'm not making this up. I.. I saw a man taking pictures of me!" she said, trying to convince him.
Just then, Noah turned around to see who was behind him, but there was no one there. Noah sighed shaking his head. Perhaps she's probably seeing things because she's still grieving for the death of her daughter, Noah thought.
Noah couldn't see the man in black taking pictures of Ms. Harper because as Noah was about to see who was standing behind him from a distance, the man quickly hid at the back of a car.
"Ms. Harper, I understand that you must be in a difficult place right now because you lost your daughter but…"
"…there he is again!!" Ms. Harper shouted at the top of her voice with certainty interrupting Noah.
Noah immediately turned his neck, looking around him but he couldn't find or see anyone suspicious. He clenched his fingers into a fist and inhaled sharply, trying his best not to get pissed because he was beginning to lose his patience.
"I swear I saw a man dressed in black. He's literally stalking me. I'm not crazy!! Please just believe me!" she protested with desperation.
Noah started walking around the area and then, he saw a man who looked like how Ms. Harper described him to be. As soon as the man saw Noah, he took off running.
"That's him! He's the one taking pictures of me" Ms. Harper yelled pointing at the man.
"Hey, stop!" Noah shouted as he started chasing after the man. While running, he brought out his phone from his pocket and called the police for backup just as the man disappeared into the crowd.
The man ran for what seemed like miles, darting in and out of alleyways and avoiding people on the sidewalk. He turned to look back, but he couldn't see Noah and he heaved a huge sigh of relief. He finally stopped running, slowing to a walk as he gasped for air. His legs felt like jelly and his heart was pounding in his chest.
The man walked around the corner, only to see a police car headed straight for him. He turned to run the other way, but another police car was blocking his path. He was trapped. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do.
"Shit," he whispered to himself. He knew he was in deep trouble. The police officers got out of their cars and began approaching him. He was frozen with fear, knowing that there was no escape.
He knew that everyone would see him as a criminal because he was running from the police. He didn't want to be caught for taking pictures of Ms. Harper, but now he was in real trouble.
"Put your hands up in the air, above your head!" Noah yelled as he and the other officers emerged from the police cars with their guns drawn. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him.
The man did as he was told, raising his hands above his head while Noah approached him. Noah pointed his gun at the man to make sure he didn't try to run again. He searched the man and found a camera in his pocket.
The man began pleading with Noah, "I didn't do anything, Please let me go!" He begged because he knew he was busted.
"Shut up!" Noah responded with a gruff. He looked at the camera's contents and saw pictures of Ms. Harper. He also saw some pictures of Abigail when she was alive, smiling happily but now, she was gone.
Noah's eyes narrowed, and he felt a surge of anger and sadness well up inside him. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the man's wrists together with it.
"What are you doing? I didn't do anything wrong!" the man yelled, pretending to be innocent, but deep down he knew why he was being handcuffed.
However, Noah ignored the man's protests. He took a deep breath and said, "You're coming with us for questioning over the death of Abigail,"
Noah grabbed the man and dragged him to the police car. There was no doubt in his mind that this man was somehow involved in Abigail's death. Not only did he have pictures of her but he was also stalking her mother.
Noah had a lot of questions for this man and what got his attention was when he saw some pictures of Carl in his camera.
It's only a matter of time before he finds out that this man whom he just arrested is the private detective who works for Dr. Ken.
*****
Meanwhile, Dr. Ken
"Hey, don't cry. I won't hurt you I promise. I just want you to cooperate with me... So, try not to scream so you won't wake up the snake that's under your bed okay?" Dr. Ken said to Anne in a sweet tone. He removed the medical hand glove that was on his right hand, so he could freely wipe Anne's tears from her face.
Anne had a scornful look on her face, but Dr. Ken didn't care. He gently wiped the tears from her face with his bare thumb, smiling at her. He began caressing her face and Anne felt her heart skip with fear as she saw the lustful look in the surgeon's eyes.
Dr. Ken was admiring how beautiful Anne was and staring closely at her face made him realize that she looked better than the photos. He held Anne's jawline and suddenly crashed into her mouth and forcefully kissed her.
Anne's eyes widened and goosebumps of fear streaked through her body as Dr. Ken suddenly locked lips with her. She tried to resist her body with disgust but it was useless because she couldn't move. She was pinned to the bed and all she could do was shake the handcuffs that were binding her wrists and ankles. She was desperately straining against them in a futile attempt to free herself.
"mm!! mm!!" Anne whimpered in his mouth. Her heart was beating crazily and she was trying her best to break free from the surgeon but he was far stronger than her.
Get off me! Her heart cried.
Her chest was heaving up and down meanwhile, the bodyguard in the room was watching the scene nonchalantly. Anne squeezed her eyes tight, trying to move her body away from the surgeon but he kept her in one place. His tongue was ravishing her mouth meanwhile tears were streaming down her eyes. She felt like she was having a bad dream and she couldn't wait to wake up from this nightmare.
Dr. Ken finally tore his lips away from Anne after satisfying himself with her succulent lips. He just wanted to steal a kiss from her that's all. He stared at Anne's enraged yet beautiful face and down to her cherry-red lips. And before he knew it, Anne spat on his face. If she wasn't handcuffed to the bed she would've definitely slapped the perverted look out of his face. She was filled with disgust and she was angry at her inability to defend herself. It hurt her so much that Dr. Ken could easily have her if he wanted to because she was vulnerable.
"Dr. Ken!" The bodyguard voiced out, glaring at Anne for spitting on his boss's face but Dr. Ken halted him with a hand gesture.
The surgeon wiped Anne's saliva off his face with his lab coat and chuckled softly. "C'mon, if you can kiss that son of a bitch even while he was on a date you can kiss me too. I'm not a player like Carl, I'll take good care of you" he gave a mischievous smirk.
Anne gasped softly looking at Dr. Ken with shock. She had so many questions in her head like, who the hell is this man and how did he know about her and Carl?
Dr. Ken looked at his wristwatch and saw that the time was 12: 45 p.m. and he looked back at Anne.
"You know, I'm beginning to pray that Carl doesn't meet up the time in saving you because you'll be a lot of fun to play with," Dr. Ken said to Anne laughing.
Anne narrowed her eyes. 'So this kidnap was about Carl?' She thought. And what does he mean by 'she'll be a lot of fun to play with?' Those words from Dr. Ken's mouth kept bothering her.
Anne couldn't afford for Dr. Ken to forcefully kiss her again let alone touch her. That thought was enough for her to throw up. No matter how handsome Dr. Ken was, she wasn't moved by his look. In fact, she hates him and she can't stand him at all.
She desperately wanted to cry for help but she couldn't. If things were different between her and Carl, she would've hoped for him to save her. But this time around, she knew she was screwed because she believed that Carl wouldn't come to her rescue. She thought that way because of the text Carl sent her asking her to leave him alone.
"Please, I'm begging you don't hurt me… please" Anne began pleading to Dr. Ken, sobbing.
"Wow, I didn't know you could beg for mercy," Dr. Ken said mockingly, grinning from ear to ear.
Anne swallowed hard. She felt so pathetic but what could she do? She has no other choice but to beg this surgeon to spare her life.
"Ben, make sure you keep an eye on her. Those cuffs on her wrists and ankles aren't enough. She's the stubborn type so she's capable of anything," Dr. Ken said to his bodyguard.
"Yes boss" The bodyguard responded.
"I'll be back my princess," Dr. Ken said to Anne and pecked her on her forehead, and then he left.
Anne exhaled deeply as she watched Dr. Ken leave. She looked at the bodyguard in front of her and his size alone was enough to make her stay still on the surgical bed. She was clueless about what the time was and she didn't know how long she'll stay in this condition or if she'll ever come out alive.
Even if she tried to shout, a venomous snake was sleeping under her bed and she didn't want to wake it up because she was scared of snakes.
Anne's heart was heart pounding and cold sweat trickled down her back. She was afraid to make a sound, knowing that one wrong move could lead to her doom. She wanted to escape but how? And what scared her the most was what might happen to her if she didn't leave this place.