The Savage in Satin

disclaimer: I'm not writing this to be edgy, I simply have a fascination in true crime and psychology. But I am not any where near to being an extensively knowledgeable person in psychology and I'm going off of what I've found doing research. Thank you.

It's the roaring 20s, Alcohol has been banned and the Great Depression is drawing near. Many American citizens are turning to crime, mostly for the sweet sweet booze. Some, however, are taking the opportunity of the pigs being busy to strike their terror and take out their...homicidal tendencies.
For many it's one and done, just to try it. For the Savage in Satin however, it's a way of life. Or perhaps the stark opposite.

No one knows who they are, the most we have to go on is their gender. Female, as left marked in their victims bodies after a one night stand.

But, Detective Marshall is on the case, a man of mystery is best suited for this case, after all he's known as New York's Sherlock.

Can he crack the case or is this doomed to end as an episode on Buzzfeed Unsolved or Bailey Sarian. Only time will tell.

Caution: This story includes mature themes such as, Murder, Graphic crime scene descriptions, references to rape and sexual assault, racism (The words are never said as I don't have "The Pass" but its hinted to), Alcoholism, sexism, homophobia and transphobia.
If any of the above is especially sensitive to you I would recommend not reading this. Insensitive terms (Such as ones I personally refuse to write as a white cisgender person.) will be either censored. Example: "You fucking F*ggot." while harsher terms such as the N word will not be said at all but merely implied. If there is an issue you are welcome and encouraged to dm me so we can discuss it civilly. thank you.