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Two weeks later

We never did as much research as we did on this guy. We thought he only abused children, but he didn't.

He sexually assaulted women as well.

Especially women who wanted a job, he always did the 'interviews' at his place. At that apartment.

Which was not the best place to kill and torture someone, the neighbors would obviously call the police if they heard someone scream.

And they tend to scream when I cut their dicks off.

Fortunately for us, he also rented a girl, also to that apartment. We gathered that information because Shirley tapped his phone.

We paid her to give us information about his apartment. She said it was a big apartment, more like a penthouse.

With on the top floor, a music studio.

Exactly what I needed.

A music studio probably had some noise canceling things against the wall, to keep music, and now screams, inside.

A lot of girls filled a complaint against him for sexually abusing them, even a couple of mothers did, because he assaulted their 12 years old daughters.

But he paid everyone who worked on the case off.

Case closed.

Until now.

I knocked on his door at precisely 8pm. Weird time for a job interview, right?

He opened the door and smiled. "Ah hi Scarlett"

I obviously didn't use my real name. I used Scarlett Johansson's name. Who played Black Widow in the movie.

Yeah, I always dropped little hints here and there, but they never got them.

"Come in" he nodded, let his eyes travel down my body once again. He guided me to the kitchen, offered me a drink.

Which I accepted. I put my purse down on his kitchen counter. "You're heavy packed" he nodded at my purse.

My big purse, filled with ropes.

"Yeah, I need to check in my hotel later" I smiled, grabbed the drink and sipped from it. "You don't need to go, you can stay here if you want" he said.

Which kinda surprised me, I thought he would at least do a fake interview before, but he just went straight in.

I was still wearing my coat for fuck sake.

He walked in front of me, causing me to take a step back, until I felt the kitchen counter against my back.

"You don't have to be scared" he mumbled, he let his finger brush against my cheek. "How badly do you want this job?"

"Well, I really need this job, you see, my mo-"

"Then you better be a good girl and kneel down" he was already pushing me down.

This man. I wanted to check if he would show some remorse or whatever. But there was no hesitation.

I had to admit that I wasn't prepared for that. The syringe with valium was between the straps of my bra.

And I couldn't get it because I was still wearing my coat.

So I kneeled down. "Good girl" he said as he unbuttoned his pants.

And while he was lowering his pants, I was unbuttoning my coat.

I grabbed the syringe out of my bra, quickly took the cap off, I didn't want to accidentally stab myself with the syringe.

He already had his dick in his hand. "Open up"

"I am gonna take my coat of first" I said as I got up, I looked him straight in his eyes, smiled before putting the syringe right in his neck.

"What did you do?" He quickly grabbed his neck.

"Oh, just something to make you relax a little" I said as I put the syringe on the counter. "Trust me, no one ever played with your dick like I will do tonight"

That were my last words before he fell on the ground and my phone went off just in that moment.

"Yeah?" I said as I picked up, put it on speakerphone because I already knew it was Shirley.

"Damn, that was a fast one" she laughed.

I grabbed the little camera off my shirt and looked at it. "He didn't even give me time to take my coat off, can you believe that?"

"Unbelievable" she chuckled. "Now grab his phone and laptop and-"

"Yeah yeah I know what to do"

Grab everything I could find, let Shirley wipe everything on his phone, everything that had to do with me, or this 'meeting'

"See you tonight" she said before disconnecting the call.

I unlocked his phone with his finger, put my thumbs up at the camera so Shirley could do her thing and put the camera away.

She didn't want to see the next part. She never did.

Even though this was definitely the fun part.

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