Thread: To Catch A Murderer (Athene & Razgriz)

The stranger behind Justin's strange enough encounter would only watch from behind the television screens, the hidden cameras showcasing every detail he could see the boy was nervous. Admittedly a little disappointed that the boy was smart enough to see the solution for what it was, it also made the individual more eager to see how far the limits of the human brain could be pushed. It really was the most powerful computational device in all of existence people only thought computers were superior because they decided to kill cells by looking at Facebook or Twitter, laughing at cat videos or seeing what some schmoe had ordered at a restaurant. To them, the many things the brain could do were useless by and large and delegated it to machines. A tall but shadowy figure then moved from behind a hidden fourth door, painted the same color as the concrete walls to conceal its appearance...It was time to pack up and move out. Letting out a chuckle, the individual knew there were plenty of people who wouldn't give two shits about using common sense, or even someone who did for the most part but got complacent. A victim would be had soon, that much was certain...There were too many narrow-minded people in this world for there not to be. TWO WEEKS LATER The incident of Justin Hopkins went, not surprisingly, unreported. No one had even the slightest clue that the young man had skipped town, taking all evidence of his involvement with the strange individual with him. There was no evidence of a threat looming in the shadows, no hints that a predator walked among them. Indeed it seemed like everything was normal, nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary. However, as she might approach her home, she would notice a strange sight A bouquet of flowers sitting on her doorstep, with a card held in a crimson paper envelope emblazoned with the name 'Rick' in green Sharpie. She would also see that they happened to be her favorites, likely a detail known to only a select few. But why her boss would suddenly go out of his way like this? One could only guess...Though soon she would then feel someone grab her from behind, a rag held harshly over her face and smelling strongly of chloroform, helping to quickly and silently knock her out... And whenever she might awaken, she would find herself unbound...But instead laying on the ground, cold and alone. She would find the reason soon enough, as bright lights flooded what appeared to be an old stage...And depicted a most horrifying scene. Rick was chained and strung up, the famous 'teardrop hogtie' that many BDSM practitioners use to accentuate the true 'helplessness' of the submissive. Of course, being play, none of the domsub dynamic is usually taken very seriously however, this would seem...Different. Especially if she were to look down and see what hung beneath him A veritable bed of rusty rebar sections, ends sharpened into points and each one ramrod straight lord only knew would that would do to her if he fell. Good evening, Ms. Miller. A voice would then say, pausing to let her regain some semblance of her surroundings She would be in an abandoned studio, and before long, Rick began to wake up too, eyes growing to the size of sand dollars as he struggled against the binds as the voice continued, You're probably wondering why you're here...And why your boss is currently tied up. Well, Rick here has been a very naughty boy, and you're going to play a game to determine whether or not he lives or dies. Rick's head shook violently in a 'no' like manner, as if saying he didn't do anything. Something that caused the voice to laugh lowly, Oh please now, don't be like that Nancy's not exactly your first is it...Rick? Or should I say, Adam Richmin? Now this made the man pause in his motions, a blanched expression crossing his face. Now then...Onto the game, shall we? You like to drink, Miss Miller? the voice then said, a curtain falling away to reveal what appeared to be over five and a half dozen shotglasses filled with an amber liquid. No doubt whiskey of some kind, and all neatly lined up on the table in six rows of eleven...Or eleven rows of six depending on one's view You see, your boss has been involved in some rather illicit business. And by that, I mean, all those stories he told you about those other girls 'quitting' wasn't exactly the whole truth...Even though you work for him, there's more to him that you should know. the voice said, but this time the man shook his head no again, as if to say it wasn't true, his voice muffled from around the ball gag. The other voice continued, Now, I could tell you the answers to the storm of questions likely going through your head, but I feel this kind of information is best left when explained by the person they really need to hear it from. So to that end...All you have to do is drink all the whiskey you see there, and he can be untied safely. Each one you drink will lower the spike bed underneath him, until eventually he Then you can untie him and question him to your heart's content...Think of it as a high-stakes drinking game. Like quarters or something. Chuckling a bit, the voice then added Oh, and he is a rather heavy individual...I'm afraid that the hinge-pins are liable to give way at any point. So if you're at all curious as to why you've been selected...Better start tossing them back, hahaha. And like that, the voice cut out...Leaving her to do what she needed to do.