Thread: Nightfall (Trixie x Iron & Wine)

There was mock injury in that disembodied sing-song voice that was taunting her. You and Delaney's task force, what is that handle you use for me? SR-0? It's a bit dehumanizing, don't you think, Nightshade? He was goading her, she could tell by that smug quality behind the voice modulation, he was pitting his intelligence against hers, everyone's maybe. No, some abused cunts is not the extent of my plan. What you fail to see is only because you're afraid to look. It was a non-answer, a riddle of some kind, but spoken with the assurance of someone who indeed did have a plan. When she did agree to the psychopath's request, Nightshade would see the monitor shift back to the black and white static with on the hint of a man's upper torso in the background. We have an understanding then, Nightshade. You are quite similar to your mentor. Nightmare. It's obvious, really, to anyone who observes you and has read the police file on him. Frankly, I'm surprised the department made such a big deal when Delaney put two and two together. You know as well as I do that the police are pawns. As Nora sucked in a breath and took down the zipper on her catsuit, she could feel SR-0 watching her, enjoying this silently behind the wall of static anonymity. She could feel those invisible eyes, the eyes of the nameless rapist, tracing over her curves and her ample breasts, finding the pebbles of her nipples and the vague hint of her slit beneath the thin black mesh bra and thong. Certainly Nora knew she had the kind of figure men lusted for, and she may have used it once or twice as a distraction to lower the guard of low-life scum, but to bear it this way was humiliating. End game? This is far from an end game. There was a throaty crackling chuckle that came across the white noise on the monitor. Very well, what I want for the release of ripe little Mindi here is for you to remove your surprisingly sexy lingerie, sit in that chair, and play with yourself until you climax. You can save her, no one has to get hurt. Simple enough, isn't it Nightshade? Do I have your...word? It was hard to tell when he was deliberately taunting her or when his voice was just reaching those fever pitches of a fervent madman. At least, it would be easier to ascribe all of this to someone who was utterly insane, yet SR-0 had a very deliberate way to him. He was something else she had never encountered before. Start with the bra... Yet that was only for one of the girls. The request was horribly objectifying, yet she knew all too well that SR-0 could follow thru on his threats. If either of the girls he had captive were abused, however, that would mark terrible new Lund in SR-0's portfolio, raping teens below the age of 18. That, at least, was a line he hadn't crossed, though there was every sign that he'd be willing to if she didn't do as his crackling modulated voice wanted. For Stacy's freedom I will need something a little more...risky. I'll be sending a officer of the law your way in ten minutes, someone you'll no doubt recognize from the task force that was made to track vigilantes. What was his game? This was all so carefully orchestrated, there had to be more than met the eye, if only she could figure it out. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to kill him. On the contrary, you're going to help him save his daughter. The image on the monitor shook slightly as the power in the old building spiked for a moment. So he hadn't installed them with a separate power source, that meant that there might be clues at the hard line connection point...maybe...it was a longshot but it was one of the only ones she had left. He had to be bluffing. If he was targeting police officer's families that could draw down heat from the FBI. Given beat cops in the City didn't have a particularly close working relationship with the Feds, but why risk the possibility? Then again, if he did have leverage over a cop and had set this all up, then he could very well have told the cop where to be and when. Your bra, then your panties. Do it nice and slow. Then take a seat and give me a little show. I'm waiting. In the background of the live feed, Nora could here the muffled frightened cries of the two girls who were surely being menaced by the brute. Nora kept an eye on the watch, nearly 10 minutes had passed since she'd entered the tenement apartment. Whatever SR-0's game was, she had to be gone when the police showed up there was the fire escape but they'd probably guard that. There were also a bundle of wires and pipes running along the exterior facade she might be able to use those to get to the ground or the roof if need be. What he was asking was humiliating in the extreme, but it might buy her time to learn more about him or put together her own plan at the very least she could save one more of the girls from whatever fate awaited them.