(Bechloe)Boston Police Homicide Department

Case 3 - Part 1 : Alexandra Nicoles.

            "Guys, I gotta go, bye sweeties." Alexandria Nicoles, a twenty-three year-old girl who worked in a library waved her friends goodbye with a warm smile.

"Bye, Alexie."

"Bye-bye, baby Lex."

"Bye, Alexandra."Her friends shouted and waved her goodbye.

They went off to different directions as the sun sets, as she was walking home, Alexandria opened her Facebook account to pass time, constantly glancing up to see where she was going. About a mile away from her house, a van stopped just beside her and a hand took hold of her petite form and was thrown into the vehicle with force.

"Aagghh!" She screamed but no one caught anything as the van drove away from the subdivision faster than a car being chased by a police could drive.

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"What do you want from me?"Asked a blind-folded Alex as she fumbled on her bonds, trying to at least set one of her hands free from being tied too tight.

"Nothing, baby girl, just your hot body my love."She heard a familiar throaty voice tell her as he touches her cheeks, his rough hands touched her in places only her boyfriend could touch and it made her sob in disgust as this pig laugh in delight.

"Please, stop, let me go home, please!"She pleaded but the man brushed off her plea and kissed her exposed neck, he cupped her nude breast and squeezed her ample bosom, "Please, stop! Please, please no, let me go."The man kept on molesting her as she wailed in pain, an emotional and mental pain she'd never want anyone to suffer.

"Really, Alexandra? After what you did to me? My pleas? I kept on asking you. I kept asking you to be my girl, to be mine, but what did you do?You didn't care, you brushed off my every plea, my emotions, my love, because you were to busy with your man who was more of a tool than I was! So that's what I'm going to do to you, too, my dearest. I always loved you, Alexandra, and I'll prove it to you that I can be more than your boy toy, by letting you feel it." As his tongue touch her soft skin, she wished she was dead, she wish she was not in her position now, she wished the man she loved was there.