The city had never seen anything like it. Women were disappearing at an alarming rate, wives who had lost their husbands to death or divorce, then sought a fresh start by remarrying. At first, these cases were filed under "Missing Persons," chalked up to troubled pasts or broken homes, where nobody thought twice about their vanishing. Some returned, others stayed missing. The police didn't connect the dots.
That changed the day Lucica's mutilated body was discovered.
Her corpse dumped in an abandoned industrial site, sent shockwaves through the city. The scene was a macabre spectacle, a nightmare that no one was prepared for. Her body was butchered beyond recognition, her face twisted in an agony that seemed to linger even in death. But the horror didn't end there.
Her womb had been violently cut from her body, ripped out as though someone had torn away her very essence. The forensic team recoiled when they found out she had been pregnant, a life inside her, extinguished before it could even begin. The cuts were precise but brutal as if made with surgical expertise driven by pure malevolence. Every wound told a tale of prolonged suffering.
The doctor's report was sickening: Lucica had been alive during it all. Every piece of flesh torn from her, every agonizing scream stifled in the darkness, she felt it all. Her body was riddled with needle marks and deep bruises that showed the level of torture she had endured. The killer hadn't just wanted her to die; he wanted her to suffer, to beg for the release of death that never came.
Her tormentor had kept her alive, dripping glucose and nutrients into her battered veins, keeping her on the edge of life so that she could endure the full spectrum of his cruelty. He had toyed with her, stretching out her suffering for hours, maybe days, making sure she felt every second of her slow descent into madness. It wasn't just murderâit was a carefully orchestrated symphony of pain.Â
The police, once dismissive, now had no choice but to face the terrifying truth. This was no ordinary killer. This was someone who delighted in their victims' anguish, someone who had a purpose far darker than anyone could comprehend.Â
And Lucica was just the beginning.