Twister skulked towards the mansion. The black leather of her costume blending into the long shadows of the street. She wore a black leather jacket and pants, all with a pattern of leather bands with yellow stitching, meant to evoke a tornado. A black leather mask obscured her delicate features, leaving only the tan skin of her mouth and cheeks exposed. Her straight, black hair fell to her shoulders.
She'd been on the trail of a series of missing women and as unlikely as it seemed that trail led here, to the private estate of Dorian Fields. Although most people just knew him as Dorian, the name on his albums.
Maria still couldn't believe she was about to break into his home, but she had no other leads. Hopefully she'd just take a look around, see everything checked out and clear his name. But if her suspicions were correct something sinister waited for her inside.
She peered through the iron bars of the fence. The manor itself was a statement in modernism. Large, curving, concrete shells rose up from the hilly San Angeles landscape with glass curtain walls hanging between them. The whole place had the look of a band shell wrapped in glass. Maria muttered under her breath, "Well no point turning back now."
The fence surrounding the property was easily 10′ tall with curved spikes sticking out to ward off any aspiring burglars. It would be almost impossible to climb, well for most people. Twister reached out a hand, stretching it up through the cool night air. She gripped the side of the curved spike and pulled her body the rest of the way up to meet her hand. When her arm had returned to normal length she anchored her other hand to a spike. Then she swung experimentally back and forth before flipping over the fence.
"8.5" she thought to herself as she landed in the grass. The landing hadn't been perfect, but the ground was uneven and hopefully no one was watching her tonight.
Keeping a careful eye out for cameras, Twister crawled across the manor's grassy yard. She picked a section of window that should be out of the camera views then crouched down beside it. Twister pulled the glass cutter from her utility belt. Slowly she traced a perfect circle on the dark glass. Then she carefully pulled it away with the cutter. An 18″ hole now adorned the smooth surface. It was clearly too small to get in through, well for most people. Twister squeezed her body down to a sinuous, black ribbon and shimmied her way through the opening. Taking a breath she returned to her normal size inside. She found herself in a dark hallway. Slowly, and carefully twister began maneuvering through the mansion. She heard some stirring down the hall, but managed to make her way to the office without incident.
Gold record after gold record decked the walls of the well appointed room. Maria started with the desk. The drawers all slid open freely and seemed to contain nothing incriminating, just marked up copies of recording and marketing contracts. The computer didn't yield much more. Dorian didn't even keep it locked for Christ sake. She skimmed through his recent emails, and besides the fact that he was working on a Dippin' Donuts collaboration didn't learn much of interest. Maria breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like the singer was innocent after all.
Just then the lights in the room flicked on. Twister instinctively jumped away from the desk and braced for a fight. But her mouth fell open in surprise at the figure who had entered the room.
A young woman with blonde hair wearing what could charitably be described as a maid costume stood in the doorway. She looked just a surprised to see Twister as she was to see her. Despite herself, Maria couldn't tear her gaze away from the woman's supple curves. Her outfit left little to the imagination. Even so that didn't stop Maria from imagining what they could do together. She stammered to try to speak "what who what are you doing here?"
The woman replied cheerfully, "oh I'm Stephanie, master's maid. I take care of the house for him. you know how busy he gets. And who are you? Are you another one of master's guests? He hadn't told me about any new arrivals today, but I'm sure I can find a room for you."
"A room? New arrivals? Stephanie? You're Stephanie Williamson. You're one of the missing girls!" Twister's body stiffened "So you're saying he has a steady stream of women trafficking through this house?"
"I'm not missing. I'm right here silly. And I don't know about all that. You probably just wanna talk to master about it. I'll get him for you."
"No don't..."
"Master you've got a visitor!" Stephanie shouted down the hallway. A few moments later Dorian strode into the room, looking completely calm and not at all surprised to find a masked vigilante breaking into his house. Curling locks of black hair fell over his shoulder and he wore an open, button-up shirt. He carried a strange instrument in his hand. It looked almost like a loot with odd, twisting, geometry, and carvings of runes covering it surface.
"If you wanted an autograph, all you had to do was ask," He smiled condescendingly
"Cut the crap Fields! I know you did something to Stephanie and the other missing women. Just talk and maybe you won't spend your whole life in jail." Twister slammed her hand on the desk for emphasis.
Dorian remained unbothered "Did something to them? What can I have done? I'm not aware of any drug that would make someone give up their old life to become my personal maid and trust me, I've done my share of drugs."
Twister thought for a moment. She knew what he was saying was true. But there was no way Stephanie was in her right mind. There was just no way she'd go around dressed... So damn sexy like it was normal. "You don't fool me for a second. You can either tell me what you did or I can beat it out of you."
"How about I just show you instead. You'd make a fine member of my little fan club." Dorian lifted his strange loot and prepared to play.
Twister didn't know exactly why but she knew she had to stop him from playing. She stretched a hand across the room to grab the loot.
But as soon as the first beautiful notes drifted out from it, her arm went slack and drooped to the floor. The music vibrated in her ears making Twister sway gently on her feet. Why had she ever wanted to stop him from playing? It was the best thing she'd ever heard. "So prettyyy," she mewled.
"So are you my future pet." Darrion chuckled.
Those words sent Maria over the moon. He thought she was pretty. She never cared what a man thought of her appearance before, but this wasn't an ordinary man. She couldn't help imagining what those fingers could do playing with her. She hoped she'd get to find out. "Oh thank you."
