Jules was sitting alone in a dark room, all trussed up in her seat.
"Getting comfy around here aren't we Ms. Davenport?"
An unknown voice was heard from afar
Jules looked around, scared and breathing heavily. Where had that voice come from? The person who had kidnapped her, but who? Who was tormenting her?
"Whmmo Arhmm Yhmmou?" (Who are you?)
The voice slowly becomes more clearer every time he taunted her. Then she sees an unknown figure slowly walking in front of her.
Jules looked at the unknown figure. She tried to make out who it was, her heart pounding. Who was this? And what did they want with her?
The unknown figure just continued walking until he was revealed under the moonlight. It was a man wearing a leather jacket, a skull mask, and a cap.
"Seems like you're already scared you little son-of-a-bitch" He said as he takes off her gag
"Who are you? What do you want with me? Why did you kidnap me? Let me go!" She angrily demanded
As she demanded to know who he is, he stared right into her eyes as he dominates her with a statement
"You may not know me, but you know damn well who he is."
He flashes him a picture of his old partner
"Tell me, what is he to you?" He shot her a question
Jules did recognize the man on the picture. This didn't make any sense at all, but she answered his question as best she could.
"He... he's a private investigator. He was investigating my family's company for nefarious dealings, we... we ran into each other a few times. Please, what has this to do with me?"
"So you knew? You knew he's a private in- THE F*CK!!" He exclaimed at the realization than made Jules wince a bit
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Everything has to do with you and the old man. He indeed was investigating the craphole that is happening within your family. Him and me. We were on the biggest catch on our life but then YOU BLEW IT. You really have to be there that day he died"
"He... He's dead?" Jules had no idea what this madman was raging on about, but clearly he blamed her for what had happened.
"I didn't know he was a private investigator at the time, I had to look into him after we met. I had no idea who you guys were! I... I'm sorry he's dead."
"That's what you get into snooping somebody's business, you get an innocent person killed, and a respectable one to be exact." He went on with his ramblings, thrashing around the room in a fit of rage. Jules can't help but pity at him
Then, for a second, he returned to his senses
"You just witnessed me throwing a tantrum , do you? You had him killed, but thanks to you, something is burning within me."
His raging and rambling made it very clear to Jules... this man was seething with rage, unbridled and uncontrollable anger. And she was the object of his fury...
"What... What are you going to do with me?" She asked, fearful of the answer.
The masked madman looked at her, his eyes clearly dark
"Normally, I'll kill you on the spot, but no. Killing you is not what I'm going to do, at least not today"
He kicked her over into the ground, before tossing the knife near her. He then squatted on the floor like he was about to size up his prey. Jules gave him a shocked look. He wasn't going to kill her... yet. But what game was he playing?
"By the way, how's Ms. Rebecca doing right now, had she lost her sense of hearing?" He tauntingly asked Rebecca as she unties herself
She grabbed the knife and untied herself, but then stopped as she listened "You... you went after Miss Rebecca? What did you do to her?"
Her anger took over, and she tried to attack her captor, swinging her arm at his masked face. Jules charged at the masked man. That was a mistake on her part.
The masked man immediately intercepted the attacking hand and shifted to deliver palm strikes to her vulnerable chest. He then shifted once more to deliver a powerful straight punch to the gut, causing her to kneel to the floor and lose consciousness.
"Till we met again, Ms. Davenport" He bid farewell before walking into the shadows.
Nearby, a detective with a distinctive blue streak in her hair approached an unconscious Jules, checking on her. She was totally unaware that the masked man was watching her nearby.
"We'll play the long game, Davenport" He mused, declaring the detective to be his first target