Blood Games

Prologue

The night was cold and dark. Kylie was standing at her usual business place waiting for her customers. Dressed in a pink miniskirt and a silver sequence bralet, with a touch of makeup on she looked stunning.
"You'll surly have an amazing night Kylie", said Racheal, one of her colleagues.
" Thank you," replied Kylie with a warm smile.
"Okay! That's enough of your chit-chating women. I want at least a £100 today from each one of you, especially you baby doll Kylie", said Carl.
Carl was the manager- recruiter of all the ten young girls who were into this business. Everyone thought he adored Kylie because she was the youngest, most beautiful girl amongst them. But the truth was, he lusted her.

Kylie looked down at the ground with disgust. She hated the cheap animalistic look that Carl gave her. She hated being in this business and everything that forced her to do what she did.
'If I don't get paid well tonight, this evil gargoyle will use me again and ..,' she thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the honk of a burning red Range Rover.
She immediately straighted her expression and walked up to the driver's seat.
" Hello there", she said coquettishly.
"Talk less and get into the car you whore," was the reply she got.
Biting her lip in irritation, she got into the car and the drove into downtown Bradford.
Everyone who knew Kylie thought that she was a sweet innocent submissive girl. But they had absolutely no clue that underneath her petite lamb like appearance was a dangerous, sharp witted woman with a terrible temperament. A woman with dignity and integrity.
When they reached the motel, Kylie got out of the car and went into the room the stranger had booked for his rendezvous.The moment they were inside the room, the man pounced on her and when he was done with her, he threw a £50 bill at her and asked her to leave.
"£50? That's it? Look I need you to give me more money. What you gave me is not enough. It would cost me £50 to go back to my spot, my bo-.."
"Look woman! I don't want to hear your ranting, just get the fuck out of her or I'll throw you into the streets myself", interrupted the man heartlessly.
Kylie grabbed the bill he gave her and dashed out of the motel. She was very far from her apartment and the thought of Carl touching her again made her flinch. She cried silently and wished her parents were alive and she prayed to the Lord to save her from Carl somehow.
It wasn't until half past 2 that Kylie found a taxi and hailed it. Climbing inside she began to think of ways in which she could avoid Carl.
She soon reached her apartment building and paid the taxi driver a whopping £30. Getting out of the taxi, Kylie cursed her luck and everybody.
How she wished her parents were alive, she would have been in the first year at LSE &P.SC now and would have had her own car and everything she wanted and had dreamt of as a child. Little did she know that her life would take such a turn and become topsy-turvy. When her parents were killed in the horrific car crash in Paris less than two years ago her life changed. Her evil uncles and aunts usurped her father's estate and all that was bestowed upon her and sold her to a broker who later sold her to Carl.
'Carl.' Kylie thought. 'What am I going to do now? That stinky shit spackled butthead would touch me now.'
She took a deep breath and told herself that soon everything would be fine. Everything was destined to happen and someday her life would change again, but in a good way and she would be happy. With a mixed feeling if confidence and fear, Kylie walked into Carl's office.
"May I come in sir?"
Carl looked up from his phone.
"Ah! My little doll, how much have you got for me? It better be a £100 or we'll have to play naughty again, hahaha"
Quietly, she place £20 bill on the table.
"Looks like we have to play naughty again", Carl said with a evil smile and began to stroke her arm in a disgusting manner.
"Please don't touch me."
Kylie pull herself away from him.
"Why baby girl? Don't you like Papa Carlos? Come in let's have some fun"
Carl grabbed Kylie and began to touch her womanly abundance.
Kylie struggled to get out of his grip and it then that she laid her eyes on the fruit knife which was on the plate.
Without giving a second thought, she lunged herself forward, grasped the knife and stabbed Carl in his back.
"Argghh", he screamed in pain.
She got out of his hold and began to stab in in his heart. 3,4,5,7,19,48.
48. Kylie stabbed Carl 49 times, until she felt good.

Oh. So I've killed him. Very well, let's get out of here now.'
Kylie ran up o her room with the knife wrapped in a hand towel. She made sure she wasn't leaving any drops of blood behind.
Once she was in her room, she washed the knife first, changed her clothes, put them along with the hand towel in the washing machine and sat down.
She began to think of ways in which she could save herself from the trial. Being an avid fan of murder mysteries she knew that it wouldn't be safe to leave immediately. Soon she came up with an idea. She fished into her wallet and pulled out a £100 and walked down to Carl's office pretending to be tired as if nothing had happened lest someone would catch her. On her way down, she checked if any of the others were home yet. When she felt that the coast was clear, she walked into the office and pocketed the £20 bill she had given him prior to the murder and snatched his chain from his neck which had the key to his safe.
'I'll need money to get out of here,' she thought.
Before leaving, she scrtinized the room carefully to see if she had left any clues behind and when she was satisfied, she rushed back to her room, waited for 15-20minutes and went down again, this time, the £100 bill clenched in her fist.
"Hey girl", said Emily.
" Hi Em"
"Woow, you look dead beat KY"
"Do I? I'm very tired today, I am up since 9 am."
"Ohh, okay. Get some rest. Did you get £100 for that dweeb?"
Kylie showed her the bill.
"Why didn't you give it o him when you came? You know he might think you didn't get the money"
"I had to change my outfit. Tonight's guy spilled vodka all over me. I did go to Carl, he shouted at me and he asked me to change and come and said that the booze smell was unbearable."
"Ohh that's the case. It's a good thing that he is a teetotaller, don't you think?"
"Yes it is or we would have been stuck with an alcoholic dumb head."
"Hahahaha. You're very funny Kyl."
"Thanks"
When Kylie and Emily reached Carl's office and saw him dead, they were petrified.
Kylie was genuinely petrified and it dawned on her that she had committed a murder. Both the girls stood at the threshold of Carl's office and were all but numb and their faced were as white as snow.
"We. Sho-Should. C-C-Call the. C-Cops," stuttered Emily.
"Ye-yes," said Kylie, her teeth clattering.

Soon the police, the ambulance and the forensic personal arrived and began the investigation. The forensic photographer took the photographs, and the ambulance carried away the body.
Kylie and Emily sat on the footsteps, shaking in disbelief.
"So which of you ladies called us?," asked the detective.
"I did," said Emily.
"I'm Detective Rossetti. I know that both of you are in a state of shock right know, but I have a few questions to ask."
The girls nodded.
"When did you reach the crime scene?"
"It was around 5-10minutes before we called you sir," said Kylie.
"Okay. And where were you two when the crime took place?"
"I was out the since 11pm and only reached here at 4 am," Emily answered.
"And you miss?" He asked looking at Kylie
"I was in my room."
"When was the last time you saw the victim?"
"At 3 am sir," replied Kylie.
"Did you hear fight or sounds of struggle? Or was there someone with the victim?"
"No, I didn't hear anything. But maybe there was someone with him."
"Are you sure Miss? Can you tell me exactly what happened when you came?"
"Yes, I am. When I went to meet him as soon as I came, he asked me to go and change since my outfit smelt of vodka and Carl is, sorry was a teetotaller, I heard someone flush the toilet."
"Okay. Thanks for the information, but we'll have to check everyone's room, since all of you ladies are prime suspects. Especially you Miss Kylie ..?"
"Kylie Jameson"
"Right. Miss Jameson"

Two of the officers when to check Kylie's room.
"Where are your vodka stained clothes Miss Jameson?", asked one of the officers.
"They are in my wardrobe."
"Okay."
The search of the officers was futile.
The detective said that the trial will start the day after.

To be continued........