Emma, a young woman who has had enough of disrespectful and abusive men in her life, decides to take matters into her own hands.
Jenna, the lead detective in charge of finding the serial killer, was struggling to find any leads. The killer was alway...
The woman stares at the man before her with a smile before kissing his jaw, gently, and softly. His entire body shivers despite the fact that he hardly feels it.
"Please..." He begs, his voice low,
"Hurry up, god-"
Her answer is only a mere chuckle, before she gets up, leaving him alone on his bed as a groan leaves his mouth.
She finds it strangely satisfying that his hands are tied to the headboard and that he is unable to move. She has total control. She enjoys having power.
"You know," She says, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You're almost too easy,"
"What is this supposed to mean?" The man asks, doing a poor job of hiding how such a simple statement offended him. She loved those men, how easy they were to break. It was pleasant, really.
"Nothing." Her tone is firmer as she gets closer to him once again.
The woman leans closer to his face, her lips brushing against his earlobe.
"Beg."
"God I-"
She can hear how his breathing becomes unsteady, how his chest quickly rises and falls, and how his voice breaks down with each passing second.
When a few seconds pass and the woman still hasn't moved, he breaks, completely,
"Fuck, please- do something, please,"
"Good boy." She laughs before getting up again.
"It should just take a minute now," She states, calmly.
"Wh-What?"
"Shh, just relax," She tries to soothe him,
"I..." His breathing has slowed down now, and she keeps on smiling at the scene. He looks so helpless like this. So pathetic.
She sees his eyes flutter for a few seconds before completely closing as one last word leaves his mouth in a low sigh.
"Emma..."
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JENNA
Jenna's day didn't start in the best of ways.
Her alarm failed to wake her up in time, and since no one was nearby to help her get up in time, she arrived late and missed her bus. She had to sprint to work because of a terrible headache that brought back memories of the previous evening. Running had always been Jenna's least favourite activity because she detested walking. Except when she was on duty, obviously.
She quite liked the rush of running after a robber or a criminal (she never bothered running for less, though).
When she finally arrived at the police station, only ten minutes too late, which was a miracle given the hour she woke up, she was greeted by her captain and his usual positive attitude.
