Her Addiction

Chapter five

Prisca closed her eyes hoping to shut off the noise that irritated her, her room was the closest to the bathroom and she had to endure all the sounds they were making. She wished she could fall asleep but isomnia has been her best friend for ages.
She sighed in disgust, she couldn't understand why anyone would like to be touched by that devil's incarnate. She first thought she was his girlfriend until Charlene told her otherwise.
'She is his favorite' she told her and prisca couldn't blame her, she adapted in order to survive.
She had spent her two years in captivity regreting her choice of friends, regreting why she went out with them that night and mostly regreting her bad taste in men.
She had been dared by her friends to pick up a hot guy in the bar for a one night stand in order to prove to them that she was over Jackson.
'Jackson' she whispered the name yet again. She wondered if he ever cared she was missing, more importantly, did he even know she had gone missing?
They were together for five years and she never once percieved his lies and double life. Again she reminded herself of how much bad taste she has had when it comes to men. When it was finally over, he didn't blink an eye and even seemed relieved that she was out of his life. She flinched remembering how he went to the company's dinner party the next week in the arms of the blond bimbo and glowing with happiness. She sulked the entire night and left early to go home, cry, eat ice cream and sulk more.
It took her three months to get the gloomy look off her face and decided to finally agree to a girls night out. Look at how it turned out.
At first she was a fighter, screaming thru the torture hoping that someone would hear her. Nobody ever did. He seemed to love her screams. She only curtailed it and started acting compliant when she noticed he was getting rid of his victims. When Shirley stopped crying in the next room she thought she had escaped, she waited for help but it never came, eventually she surmised what had happened.
She wondered how her parents were faring and how much her friends told the cops; she left with a hot guy dressed in a blue shirt, tight jeans and expensive sneakers, there was nothing distinctive about him except that he was a regular hottie with a killing smile. He was easy to talk to and when she drunkingly told him she wanted a one night stand with no questions asked, he simply laughed and said he wouldn't mind having a good time with her. They left immediately with her friends cheering at the other end of the bar and entered a dark sedan, she was so comfortable until he laid a hand over her exposed thighs and she felt a prick. Before she could react she became unconscious and the next thing was waking up in a dark room with her hand chained to the wall. She was lying on a mat cold and nauseous from the hangover, he only gave her a foam to lie on when she stopped fighting him off, and promised to do his bidding, it was a lost cause to fight anyway.

The moanings stopped and she was grateful for it cos it meant he wouldn't come see her that night. She sought for sleep and began counting, as she counted she thought of her escape plan. She might have settled into the routine but she didn't plan on staying here forever, she also knew the only way he would let her go was in a body bag. She concluded she has to make a plan and escape or she would end up like Shirley.

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Felix dropped the call and lifted up his head in agony, he has reached another dead end in his investigation. The body of the seventh victim of the chopper was found five months ago.
They media called him the chopper because he liked the to chop up his victims and dump them in the outskirts of different small woody areas in red metal boxes. His first victim had been 6 years ago and he has kept the cops working tirelessly to find him. He never left prints or DNA, he was too meticulous and always planned ahead. The pictures were gruesome to look at and the medical examiner's reports didn't help matters, each M.E that did an autopsy concluded that the victims were tortured for a long period of time and they were signs of sexual assault but he never left DNA. It was like he went to a 'how-to-be-a-murder-genius' school, he hoped he would make a mistake. The last persons to see the victims alive all said the same thing; the guy kept to himself in the bar and the girls approached him. They never gave a definite description and he never went to the same bar twice. Yet no matter how much the police warned single ladies, they still did what they felt like doing.
His pattern of killing intrigued him. He never killed in order as he kidnapped them. Though Felix was the only one with the theory, he was very sure he kidnapped a girl called Prisca. Her friends said exactly the same thing- she approached him. He couldn't prove it though and her body was never found. Felix hoped that somewhere Prisca was still alive and breathing.
He looked at his watch and sighed. Every other cop has gone home and his wife has called for the fifth time asking when he would be home. He was just given the appointment to be the lead detective a month ago after the former lead detective 'Joe' had an accident and was hospitalized. Though this was a career boosting case but he wouldn't wish this job on his worst enemy.
He packed up the files, took them and walked out of his office, Helen wouldn't be happy he was bringing work home but he swore he wouldnt rest until that son of a bitch was caught..