AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the final part of the series. Reading the first chapters will be essential in order to follow the story.
Disclaimer - The following content is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, geographic locations or institutions is purely coincidental.
Chapter Four: The McKenzie Grove Incident
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As a gentle breeze poured its way inside through the open window and brushed against his bare chest, Noah's slumber came to an abrupt end as he sat bolt-upright atop his bed.
Immediately, the detective tried to force himself to recall the events of the day before, with parts of him holding on to the idea that they were, somehow, a figment of his imagination. However, as he scanned the room that he found himself in, the same sense of dread filled the pit of his stomach as both of his hands curled into the white duvet cover that he had been resting upon.
Once he recognised his surroundings as the bedroom that Sydnee had trapped him inside, Noah sucked down a deep breath as the ramifications of his predicament weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was just after 11:00 a.m. as he shuffled and swung his bare legs around until he was sat on the edge of his bed. From there, Noah spotted some clean clothes that had been left waiting for him on top of the large wooden desk in the far corner of the room. Still naked from the night before, he allowed himself a quick stretch before he stood to his feet and walked towards the window that had been opened while he slept.
Before he paid any further attention to the neatly folded clothes on the desk, Noah reached the window and wondered if Sydnee had physically opened it while he slept or simply relied upon her powers to do so. As he stared down and saw Denise's white Audi still parked outside the cabin, which is where he left his phone, he pondered just how many messages and missed calls Heather had left for him. As he continued to stare out of the window, the weather was just as good as the previous day as he felt the heat of the sun's rays through the glass. Meanwhile, every single second that Noah was forced to accept that he never made it home to his wife was starting to fill the detective with equal parts anger and desperation.
With an air of steely determination, Noah grabbed the clothes that had been laid out for him and pulled them on. Knowing that Sydnee had chosen them for him did little to slow him down as the black t-shirt clung tightly to his muscular frame, with the scooped neck and smaller sleeves combining to offer a tantalising glimpse of his strong shoulders and biceps. When Noah fastened the top button of the simple black cargo trousers and pulled up the zip, the fact that they were a perfect fit wasn't lost on him as he realised just how much attention Sydnee was paying to both him and his glamourous partner.
Once he pulled on the modest pair of black socks to complete his look, Noah didn't hang around to hunt for a pair of shoes as he marched across to the bedroom door. However, unlike the night before when the door seemed to be frozen in time, Noah's attempt to turn the handle and escape the room was successful as he stepped outside onto the landing.
As soon as he arrived there, he realised that his bedroom was directly facing the top of the twisting marble staircase which connected with the living room below. To his right, Noah was met with a long corridor that had several doors closed tightly, including the one that was directly next door to his room. Unsure of his footing, Noah reasoned that Denise and Sydnee could still be inside, however, once he stepped forward and looked down into the living room area, Noah could see that Denise was sat on the black leather couch, completely alone.
With haste, Noah planted his feet onto the marble steps and began to make his way down to join his partner. Each of his footsteps was silent due to his lack of shoes, but once he stepped onto the living room floor and looked across to Denise, so many memories of Sydnee's twisted encounter from the night prior began swimming through his mind. Once he was close enough to offer a greeting, a cloud of shame and guilt descended upon him as both detectives knew about the lewd act that Noah had been coerced into performing to release Denise's bonds just hours earlier.
While it was true that Noah had no idea what to say to his partner, all it took was one look at her outfit and he felt the first rush of blood as it headed between his legs. As she took her time to stand from the couch and match his posture, Denise was showing no signs of fatigue as her sensational breasts were testing the limits of a halterneck string bikini top. When Noah's gaze dropped to appreciate just how tight the garment was, it was immediately obvious just how the pale green cups were only covering the centre of each breast, with a healthy portion of her tits being visible below the bikini in addition to the salacious cleavage she was wielding in his direction.
