The power was getting to his head. And he knew it. And he knew he couldn't stop himself, not after all he's seen and done. What started out as a well-intentioned experiment--hoping to find a straight-forward cure for anxiety--quickly took a dark turn. And that dark turn quickly spun out of control. The drug had serious mind and body altering effects. Women who had been smart and independent quickly became silly, horny, and completely subservient to his every whim.
Professor Dr. Nathan Phillips thought that he could be content with having one lactating, sex-crazed bimbo completely at his disposal. But the transformation itself was just as much of a turn on as the end result.
Unofficially, he ended the experiment after just the second trial. Or more accurately, after the second victim. Officially, he continued for a few more weeks in hopes of covering his tracks, giving the students a placebo, before ending things, citing "disappointing results." However, he continued his own, private experiments, utilizing fake dating profiles on apps and the occasional pick up at a random bar. It's fair to say that his "herd" has grown nicely over the weeks; 9 girls--"cows"--now populate the private and out-of-the-way family farm that belonged to his first experiment, Anna Jensen.
Dr. Phillips was just about to text his newest match, a cute, young, slightly nerdy brunette, when he was interrupted by a knock on his door. Before he could even answer, the door opened, and in stepped a beautiful woman, albeit one with a stern and steely gaze. She was wearing a pantsuit, dirty blond hair pulled back into a bun, and bright blue eyes framed with dark rimmed glasses. Despite her short stature, she carried herself with an assured confidence.
"Dr. Nathan Phillips?" She asked, rhetorically, extending her hand, "My name is Zoe Hansen, I am a detective for the police department. I'm investigating a couple of missing persons, and I'd like to ask you some questions." She didn't say how many missing persons--or rather, women--she was investigating, but the first two missing women had one very important link. But for now she would keep her cards close to her chest.
His heart was in his throat, completely taken by surprise. Then again, he really should have expected this. His mind raced as he tried to put on a friendly face, shaking her hand. "Please, t-take a seat" he said with a nervous laugh. His mind wandered to the stash of ready-to-use syringes in his desk drawer. No, he thought, too dangerous. He needs to know what she knows, and if possible, put the police off his scent.
Calming himself, he stood up, moving over to the coffee machine in the corner of his office, "Coffee?" He asked, pouring himself a cup, "What would you like to know?"
Zoe studied him, noticing his nervous response. Either this was normal nerves--everyone gets a little nervous dealing with cops, even if they're completely innocent--or she was dealing with a prime suspect, one who was caught unexpectedly, but is now trying to play it cool.
"Yes, please" Zoe responded, taking the coffee from the professor. She always found social niceties helped relax those she was interviewing. Often that relaxation, simply letting their guard down a little, would lead to a slip-up. She pursed her lips, noticing that he added milk--quite a lot of it--into the mixture. Usually she takes it black, but again she didn't want to be rude, so she took a sip, noting to herself how good it actually tasted.
"Mmm!" she smiled, holding up the delicious cup of coffee, before continuing, "I don't know if you've been following the news, but two women--the first two women--who participated in your drug trial, have gone missing." She said nothing of the other missing women, which she believed to also be linked, somehow, despite lacking any clear pattern. She locked her eyes with his, looking for a reaction.
He widened his eyes in faux shock, "What? Oh no...t-that's terrible! Oh wow...I can see how that would look bad for me and my experiment...but I can assure you I've not had any contact with these women since the trial concluded."
She took another sip and another, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the room. It was one of her go-to techniques, letting her suspects talk themselves into trouble. Also, this coffee was very good, despite--or maybe because of--the milk. His reaction seemed a bit over the top, and his reflection on how it made him look was possibly telling.
"In fact" he said, the uncomfortable silence dragged on, "we actually had to end the drug trial, the experimental drug showed no improvement with anxiety."
"And you've not followed up since?"
"No, I haven't...Though I must add that these girls...they were really struggling when they signed up for the trial. They wouldn't have signed up for an experimental drug otherwise. Hearing this news, personally I worry that...well...maybe it was their last hope. Maybe not being able to get the help they needed was...a bridge too far."
"Maybe..." Zoe said, reflecting. The professor's hypothesis made some sense. Still, something didn't add up here. She had been in this business long enough to know that there was no such thing as coincidences.
"And this drug didn't...umm...cause any suicidal thoughts, or anything?" Zoe continued, feeling a little hazy, though pleasantly so.
"No...here." The professor reached into his desk, pulling out his carefully prepared (and carefully doctored) results of the studies. He even included faked emails from the two students in question.
Zoe paged through the study, scanning for...something, thought it was a bit difficult to concentrate at the moment. It's fine. She'd look into it later, when she had more time to focus.
"The girls didn't...say anything to you? Worried about any angry ex's? About leaving town? Anything?"
"No. I'm sorry I can't help you, Zoe. But I assure you I had nothing to do with their disappearance."
