Law and Love (Showki fanfic)

Ch. 6: Ride Along

 Warning: This chapter will depict rape, murder, and sexist/mature dialogue. 

Narrator

~two days later after no new leads for previous case~

"Stop! Back up! No," a brunette young woman screams at the older man that was boxing her in. 

"Hahah, don't worry. I will treat you good. So, be a good little whore for Daddy and get on your knees. Maybe, I will give you a goodie later," he says with a wink. The woman tries to run, but the man grabs her by her collar. She coughs as he tightens his hold, and kicks. 

"Stop struggling. You want it," he smirks before shoving her to the ground. 

"Ow! You are hurting me. I don't want it. Stop! I didn't do anything wrong," she cries. He ignores her and grabs her hair with one hand. Using the other, he unzips his pants and pulls down his boxer.

"Suck," he demands. She shakes her head, but he forces her. She struggles but he forced her to suck his dick. 

"Hmpherah."

"Ugh, looks like you want it somewhere else," he says in a tone that teachers usually used. He kicks her until she lied flat on her stomach and....

"Hey! What's going on in here," someone shouts. The man panics and picks up the nearest thing that he could use and whacks the guy who shouted with it. He falls to the ground but not before hitting his head aganist the wall. Blood flowed from where his head impacted the cement wall. The woman screams again. The man growls and grumbles under his breath as he closes in on the woman who was trying to crawl away. He raises the metal pipe that he was holding and smacks it down onto her head killing her. 

When she doesn't move, his throat goes dry. He looks side to side unsure of what to do next. He runs.

Hyunwoo

"We have a 30-12 at 5489 Journey St. A woman in her twenties has been found sexually assaulted and killed. A man in his late twenties to early thirties was also found at the scene with head trauma. We need two buses and backup," Dispatch says quickly through a walkie talkie on my desk.

"10-4. 5127 is on route" I said into the walkie talkie before grabbing my gun and badge of the table along with my keys. 

"Going somewhere without me," an unfortunately familar voice asks.

"Come on then, Ride Along," I mumbled as I ran to my car.