THE PREDATORS CH. 06 - FAY'S TRAINING
Vick rubbed his bald scalp with frustration as he stood just down the hall from the recovery room. He checked his phone again, tried calling her again. It was getting late, well past 12am. Fay had said that she was on her way, and then Fay had promptly dropped off the face of the Earth again. What the hell?
'Sorry partner, I can't wait up for you...not with lives at stake,' he thought. Turning his phone to vibrate, Vick walked down the hallway of the hospital ward, its gleaming white floor and bright overhead lights creating an unnatural daytime feel despite the late hour. He knocked on the door softly.
"Miss Carleton?"
A soft, timid voice responded.
"Come in."
Stepping in and closing the door behind him, he turned to see a beautiful young blonde sitting up in bed, and it made his heart ache. Jessica Carleton had been through a lot. From what he'd been told, their two psychos had messed up the dosage for the anesthetic they'd used. They had intended to kill her, but instead the bastards had finally made their first mistake.
"Miss Carleton, my name is Detective Vick Scarlatto. I know this is a difficult time for you, but do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
The girl nodded. "Please, call me Jessica."
Vick pulled up a chair with an inward sigh. He hated doing this. He was no good at interviewing victims. Fay was the one with the knack for this sort of thing. She had the perfect touch, her compassion and active listening abilities ten levels above his. Vick just wanted to find these sons of bitches and nail them to the wall, and he found it hard to hide that aggression long enough to play the role of comforter to a victim. At times like this, he wished he were wired differently. But being an attack-dog detective was just his core nature.
"Listen, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I just want you to tell me as many details as you can remember, even the ones that may not seem important to you. Can you do that for me?"
The pretty girl nodded again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think so." She looked down into her lap, her hands fidgeting, and that's when it came blurting out, a confession he hadn't expected.
"I liked it... I got off on it." She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Until that very last moment, when they smothered my face, I was actually enjoying what they were doing to me...the way they were dominating me...controlling me. What does that say about me?"
Vick shook his head.
"Miss...Jessica, look, victim-blaming isn't part of my job description. No two people are alike, and in my experience -- and I've seen a lot in my years -- people have all kinds of little quirks and distinctive desires. What happened the other night, what those two men DID to you -- that was NOT your fault. Not in any way. You hear me?"
Jessica stared dully at her fidgeting hands, then slowly raised her head to meet his concerned and sympathetic gaze.
"Well, that's kind of you to say."
"I mean it, Jessica. Everyone has different tastes. What these two men did to you, though, that was wrong any way you look at it, and I'm going to dedicate my every waking hour to finding them and making them suffer. Now, can you start from the beginning? Tell me everything that happened the night you were taken..."
For the next 45 minutes, the girl told him everything she could. Vick recorded the conversation and noted some of the key facts on his notepad, but already he felt that sinking pit in his stomach that spelled disappointment.
Had she ever seen the men's faces? No. How had she met them? Through an anonymous app for doms and subs called PunishMe, notoriously hard to trace. Her cell had been taken and destroyed after she'd been kidnapped, so that was a dead end too.
At the end of the interview, Vick politely thanked Jessica for her information and handed her his card in case she remembered anything else of importance. Now, walking down the hallway, scratching the back of his head, Vick swore under his breath.
Fay should have been here by now. What was keeping her?
Fuck it. He was going to drive over to her place and give her the chewing out that she so royally deserved. What was she DOING, anyway? A small prickle of worry shot up his spine, abruptly replacing his anger with something else. Fear.
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MEANWHILE...
The two black men loomed over Fay, wearing their signature black masks. She looked at 'Shorter Psycho' and 'Taller Psycho' as she'd dubbed them in her head, terrified of what they would do next.
Taller Psycho rubbed his hands together. "Let's get her chained up. I want to fuck her."
With Fay's ankles shackled to the floor and her hands chained behind her back to a concrete post, there wasn't much she could do. But depending on how careless they were, she might just get an opportunity. Fay was more physically fit than most detectives, and no pushover when it came to hand-to-hand fighting. Now she tensed up as Shorter Psycho knelt down.
"Don't get any ideas, bitch."
To Fay's disappointment, the black man undid her wrist shackles first, then re-shackled her wrists in front of her before releasing her ankles from the shackles anchored to the floor. She had to go along with her captor when he finally pulled her to her feet, raised her hands over her head, and attached them to a long length of chain which was connected to a pipe along the ceiling. He hoisted her up until she could barely stand on her tiptoes.
"That good, Brother?" Shorter Psycho asked his companion, cupping Fay's nicely shaped ass.
"Perfect." Now Taller Psycho stepped forward, his cock tall and hard for her. He reached forward, petting her nipples ever so lightly.
"Mmm. I'm going to have fun piercing these later."