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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 23:25:54 GMT
Guillermo wasn't certain why, but this time felt different. Maybe it was because he actually knew his victim. Whatever it meant, he brushed it aside. He'd found her house, a lovely little affair in the suburbs, and broken in through the side window which was unlocked. He'd brought his tools, and he'd prepared a lovely little regimen for her, combining physical and mental torture with some humiliation. She'd been the first to discover his identity, so she got worse. Now, he waited for her to return home.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 23:37:08 GMT
Marigold supposed that given her line of work she could typically be viewed as mildly paranoid. Still, she did relax for the most part when she wasn't working. But for the past three days..She'd really antagonized that gruesome serial killer which was not a good thing without an arrest. Cops hadn't made it in time to catch him. So now...She was more worried than normal.
She was motivated. But worried. Typically a cat lived with her. She had her little sister Lizzie looking after her until this calmed down. And she'd made it quite clear that Lizzie and Jamie were not to visit her home under any circumstances unless she said otherwise. She was not getting her little brother and sister mixed up in this.
She'd been doing some digging. Three days wasn't enough to uncover much but at least she'd given the cops the video of what this guy looked like. She'd gotten wanted posters printed with the label Starling Ripper Suspect. Unsurprisingly enough not many people wanted the task of dealing with it. So in her "free" time she'd been going around posting them.
She parked her car. She didn't step out immediately, incident with the serial killer being fresh enough in her head that she wanted an extra dose of caution. Everything seemed fine. No lights on. And as far as she could tell everything was the same as she left it.
Marigold finally turned off the ignition and got out, right hand on her gun holster. She couldn't see much through the windows at this hour. Too dark. Nothing for it but to go inside and hope everything was the same as it had been for the past three evenings. She turned the keys in the lock and pushed open the door, fingers still curled around the gun in her pocket.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 23:43:32 GMT
Guillermo waited in the darkness. He soaked a rag in his hand with the liquid sedative he'd liberated from a previous victim, a pharmacologist working with a drug cartel. He believed the contractor had been someone from the rival cartel, but he didn't care. The sedative was what he cared about. It was fairly powerful, and hopefully would put her out long enough for him to be ready. He waited for her to walk in further and close the door.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 23:47:14 GMT
Marigold hurriedly closed the door and went for the light switch beside it, illuminating the room. Before her eyes completely adjusted she had her gun extracted. Maybe she was just being paranoid or overly tense but something seemed off. She just hoped it would turn out to be nothing and she could laugh at herself.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 24, 2014 23:50:07 GMT
Guillermo pounced, wrapping one arm around her torso and the other clamping the rag over her nose and mouth. "I said we'd be seeing each other soon." He whispered in her ear, waiting for the sedative to take effect.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 24, 2014 23:54:33 GMT
Someone grabbed her and stuck a damp rag over her face. She knew what that meant and tried to hold her breath. Although she doubted that would do much good. She recognized the voice and cursed herself as the sedative started to take effect. The last thing she thought was that she really should have had someone escort her home before she was out. She slumped in his grip and her fingers released their hold on her gun, it clattering noisily to the ground.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 25, 2014 0:09:14 GMT
He began dragging her into the basement. His victims had certainly been very interesting people, and he'd gotten quite a few interesting things from them. One such victim had been very obviously into SM, so he'd liberated some of the supplies. He stripped Marigold to her underwear, and secured her into a garment that went around the shoulders, keeping her arms in a box shape in a pocket behind her. He secured her legs with straps around her ankles and above and below the knee, sitting her in a chair and taking a seat across from her, waiting for her to wake up.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 25, 2014 0:17:01 GMT
Marigold felt...Dazed, confused. She wasn't very clear on anything for a moment. Her eyes fluttered open and she was aware of little more than the fact that she was cold. As the last lingering effects of the drug started to wear off things came flooding back. The Starling Ripper...IN HER HOUSE!
There he was staring back at her. She tried not to panic but...This was a fairly panic worthy situation. Still, she wasn't dead yet. She needed to stay calm and figure out what was what.
Her eyes flitted down and it became very obvious why she was cold. She glared at 'Alex', angry that he'd dared touch her clothes. Focusing on the anger was good. Wrath was better than fear.
But she had to figure out some way out of here. "Even without me they'll find you! I've given them enough to go off of!" She wasn't entirely certain that was true. Yes, they had enough data to really dig. But where was the motivation? If she ended up dead plenty would balk at continuing her work. And then there were the cops that were paid off. She could trust herself. Everyone else's loyalties were questionable.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 25, 2014 0:37:20 GMT
"Your disappearance will be more than enough motivation to discontinue the case." Guillermo replied, beginning to lazily twirl a knife in his hand. He had a table of various supplies set up to the left, mostly sharp instruments. But there were a few extra things from that old target arrayed there as well. He'd have plenty of options, and plenty of time. He'd make her pay for discovering his identity.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 25, 2014 0:45:25 GMT
Her heart beat faster at his comment. Sad but true. She understood better than most the way the Starling police force worked. A pitiful state. Rich people got off. And people that terrified the rich corrupted cops got off. Few were motivated. And...It was just a mess. She still hadn't determined the people she could trust in the department. And unless she was really lucky, it wouldn't matter soon.
No, she shouldn't think like that. She started to thrash around, being uncomfortably aware of the knife he was twirling in his hands. Yeah, it was hopeless. She wasn't going to be able to squirm her way out of this.
"What's your name?" she asked in a surprisingly calm voice. "I'd at least like to know the name of my killer."
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 25, 2014 0:49:40 GMT
"You can call me Brutale." Even if he was going to kill her, he wouldn't tell her his real name. Besides, he preferred being called Brutale. This first part was psychological; he didn't do psychological torture too often, but this was a special case.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 25, 2014 0:57:54 GMT
Brutale, that had to be an alias. But maybe it was one he actually used more often. Maybe she could find some reference or note of it. She tried not think about the meaning behind it too much. She had a feeling this was really going to hurt. It was late at night. She wasn't expecting company. She'd specifically told everyone to stay away from her house. And yeah...This was going to suck.
She tried to think of a way out of this, cling to some hope that she was not going to die here in her basement at the hands of a sociopath she was investigating. Things looked grim.
"Why do you do it? It can't just be for money." If it was the corpses wouldn't look so...mangled. Although it wouldn't surprise her at all if he was paid to kill.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 25, 2014 1:02:35 GMT
Guillermo laid the knife he had on the table, picking up a scalpel. "I have my reasons." He drew it lightly across her thigh, leaving a thin trail of red. "People can and will do horrible things for money. This, however, is personal."
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 25, 2014 1:08:48 GMT
She winced as he made the first incision. It was enough to have a heart attack just watching this sociopath with sharp objects! She knew what he was capable of doing. She knew what he'd done. She knew she was an obstacle to him. These were all really bad things.
"It wasn't personal for me. I was just doing my job." Although she didn't have to attack it the way she did. Starling City...You could get by pretty easily not doing much, just collecting money from the rich who didn't want to be bothered. "I take my job very seriously." For all the good it did her, corrupt cops trying to thwart her at every turn unless it came to the desperate hopeless people who had no chance of affording a good lawyer let alone buying their way out.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 25, 2014 1:11:41 GMT
Guillermo rose a moment, picking up a ballgag and securing it into Marigold's mouth, before nicking her on the neck, hitting a nerve but not a vein. "Well, then consider this an honor. You did your job too well."
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