Sirens ~Nika Mühl

Chpater 13

The killer scowled as he watched from afar as the stalker dragged the detective into a storage unit. He was a fucking idiot, didn't he know there was going to be a massive search party within 30 minutes. Everyone in Storrs was going to be searching high and low for that fucking detective. That moron was going to get them both caught. The killer sighed on irritation as he realized he was going to have to move storage units. Luckily for him he didn't currently have any victims in the unit, so there wasn't a lot for him to do.

His eye twitched impatiently. He needed to kill, someone, anyone and fast. A true predator who constantly needed prey to dominate and destroy. He grinned wickedly as the stalker pulled the detective into the unit, he knew exactly who his next victim would be.
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Cue groaned softly as she opened her eyes, she had a foul taste in her mouth and her head felt as if it were going to split in two. Her hands and feet were by bound by coarse rope, the material rubbed uncomfortably against her skin. The only thing she could move was her head and upper chest. As she blinked, she momentarily forgot where she was. But then she looked around the room she was in and saw hundreds and hundred of pictures of her plastered on the walls. Pictures she didn't even know existed. They made her look godlike.

The memories came rushing back in tidal waves. The chloroform, the white cloth over her nose, finding Buggy unresponsive and hitting the floor as she passed out.

Oh yea, she had been abducted from her home.

Her kidnapper/stalker had his back turned to her, so she couldn't see what he looked like from the front. But she was able to get a basic description of his appearance from the back. He was shorter than her and skinny. His long greasy hair was tied into a ponytail and Cue could tell he was wearing glasses.

She cursed silently at herself, how the fuck could she let herself get kidnapped? She felt so stupid and incompetent, what kind of detective was she? Hot tears burned her eyes as the realization started to set in, she was probably going to die here. She was never going to tell Nika how she felt.

Nika, her Nika.

The thought of never seeing the Croatian girl again, suddenly lit a fire underneath her, instantly killing the self pity thoughts. She clenched her jaw as a new sense of determination snuck into her. Cue Jones was going to find her way out of here, no matter what.

She blinked back the tears, just as her stalker turned around. As soon her hazel eyes met his dark brown ones, Cue could tell he was absolutely insane. As a police officer, Cue had looked into the eyes of a lot of criminals and almost none of them had scared her, but these eyes had a certain glint in them that sent chills down her spine. Fortunately for her, Cue knew that she shouldn't say anything that would cause him to snap. Thanks to hours and hours of police training. These kinds of criminals have very fragile minds and the slightest thing could set them off.

"Ms. Jones." he exclaimed as he hurried over to her, kneeling in front the chair she was in. "You're awake, are you okay? Is this too much? I can tend to get a bit obsessive sometimes."

Cue chuckled at that, fuck no she wasn't okay, but she couldn't say that, so she settled on a joke. "I mean you could've at least bought me dinner first."

A panicked look set in his eyes, he thought Cue was being serious. "Are you hungry Ms. Jones? I can get you Chick-Fil-A, I know it's your favorite." He looked at her in awe, as if he was meeting his idol for the first time. "I know everything about you Ms. Jones."

Cue felt sick her stomach, but she swallowed the bile back down and exhaled heavily. "What's your name?"

He glanced down at the floor, as if he thought he didn't deserve to look Cue in the eye. "My name doesn't matter."