Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

Rick - or Adam, as the voice had indeed correctly called him - could see that she was starting to slow down, her thoughts and actions becoming more and more sluggish. The hell did this person, this malevolent voice, have against him? Sure, he might have done unsavory things, but this...This just wasn't right! He tried to scream around the ball gag, to yell at Nancy to keep going and drinking even so there were so many more shotglasses left, and though the spike bed had retracted a little... It wasn't nearly enough to get him out of danger. Evidenced as such when the hingepin broke once more, his life literally hanging on by a thread and his eyes starting to profusely leak tears. He didn't want to die, not like this! Mrgfhuf! he screamed to no one at all, his cheeks red from the rising anger and frustration that couple with the momentary sadness. Oh dear...Seems Ms. Miller can't hold her liquor as well as she might like. Seems she's the sad drunk, hahaha. You know...There was a very easy way to solve this. the voice then spoke again as she continued to down each shot, the weight trigger slowly being lifted with each glass she finished. But for you, Mr. Richmin....It seems like your time is up. And almost right as he said that, the last bits of material holding him suspended finally gave way...And sent him falling down to his death. The rusty pieces of rebar quickly turned the heavyset male into a human pincushion, his body ran through by the hastily-sharpened metal. Sick 'squch' sounds emanated throughout the otherwise silent room as the rebar destroyed his internal organs, the ones piercing his brain and neck doing well to near-instantly kill him. And as the young woman would start to sob, the copious amounts of alcohol slowly shutting down her systems, begging as to why she was chosen there was no answer at first. Huuuuuu..... the voice let out a heavy sigh, continuing, It's not what you did, Miss Miller. It's what you didn't do...Both then and now. You never asked for more information, even when things didn't add up. You never thought it through...And now those mistakes will be the reason you die here today. But before that whiskey depresses your central nervous system to a fatal degree, let me let you in on a little secret. At this a man in a heavy black trenchcoat exited from a back door, his face hidden by a hat and sunglasses, a bandana covering his mouth to completely hide himself. Stepping up to the plethora of shot glasses left, he then reached out his arms and started knocking them all off in large batches. The sounds of tinkering and shattering glass filled the room, the bed of spikes carrying the now-dead magazine boss lowering into the floor before being covered by thick wooden panels on the stage...Safe from view beneath the trap door. Had she done this, it would have certainly saved Ric's life...He might have had some smarting from the fall, but at least he would be alive. See how easy that was? I wanted to see if you could deduce that much...I honestly figured you smarter than this. he then said to her, his voice harsh and scathing. But now the alcohol will steal your life, just as your boss stole the lives of all those girls before you. The only real victim is the first one he killed. You failed, Miss Miller, and the penalty of failure is death. And with that, he stalked off...Leaving the model to succumb to her vices.