Police station. The day was just the same just like other days, sunny and bright.

Emily's P.O.V.

“What is the update on the case?” I asked.

“There hasn’t been any update ma'am, we haven't been able to find out anything, the other officers are following the trail from the beginning”.

“Okay has the post-mortem arrived,” I asked while taking a sip of my coffee.

“Yes ma'am, it is with the doctor”.

I walked to the mortuary, and a strong bad odor hit me, all my years as an officer I never got used to this. The mortuary was big, it was quiet and dark the only shed of light was the small bulb right across the room, the white tiles all around the room made it look creepy, dead bodies all around the room with tags on them, some bodies haven't been claimed yet. The doctor stood in front of the body holding the reports.

Doctor Andrew is in his mid-thirties, he is dark, body built he has a frown on his face, and he had a straight pointed nose, I would have liked him if he wasn’t completely bald.

“Officer Black,” He said.

"Doctor, Good morning".

"Morning".

“Doctor what do I have to know about the body?”.

He let out a breath before speaking.

“She died between 2 am-3 am on the 3rd of this month, her death was brutal”.

“She died three days after her kidnap, why did he wait for three days until he killed how was she killed?" I asked.

“ if you look at the marks on her body,” He said while pointing at her hands and shoulders. “The victim was raped but the marks on her hands show that she was tired but she tried to struggle, she was drunk I found traces of alcohol in her blood, she was raped multiple times to the extent her organs got damaged”.

“Any DNA or sperm particles or fingerprints found on her body”.

“no, she was cleaned with alcohol after the rape”.

"The rape led to her death".

"No!."

“What led to her death?”.

“Internal bleeding and she was strangled with a rope to an extent it crushed her windpipe”.

“How old is she?”.

“fifteen years old”.

“Could you give the file containing all the information to Officer Lewis”?

“Yes, ma'am”.

This was the fifth case this week, Girls have been murdered every week, and The city wasn’t saved anymore, I was worried about which kind of psycho will do that to someone, who murders brutally. I felt sick in the stomach, I felt disgusted. The police station was covered with posters of missing people, some were found dead while some are still missing. The killer has been on a run for a long time, we have tried everything to look for him, it is like he knows how to get away from things, he never leaves any evidence, not even a single mistake. A few weeks ago a body was found in the well, she was found naked, and people complained of a strange smell coming out of the well.

I was on my way to my office when I saw officer Lewis, Lewis drinking a cup of coffee and flirting with one of the security guards.

Lewis is tall he has this serious aura around him, Lewis didn't smile much, he isn’t muscular nor is he body built, he is slim, he is soft, and sensitive, Lewis couldn’t stand the sight of blood, he became an officer so he could get justice for his sister and other people that we’re killed just like her. Lewis tried a lot to get to his sister’s killer’s but he couldn’t get to them, he never wanted any officer to join him in the case and no one did. I had no idea what they did to her. Or who were the people I tried asking Lewis a few times but he didn’t give me an answer and after some few years he stopped tracking her killers and gave up?

“Hey,” I said getting his attention. “collect the information regarding the body from the doctor and get me the file containing the information about the missing girls”.

“Sure ma'am”.

I entered my office, it was spacious, there were files scattered on the wooden desk, the walls are painted navy blue, photo frames of great officers hung all around, a huge couch right across the room, a carpet in the center, everything in the room matched the painting. My nameplate was beautifully kept on my table.

Miss. Black.

I preferred my first name “Emily”.

We haven’t been able to find out about the body, It has been a whole week since no one has come to claim the body, I was arranging all the files when I heard a knock.

“come in."

Officer Lewis came in, his beautiful blue eyes looked tired, and his eyes said a lot, one could read his mind just by looking at his eyes, his shoulders were high indicating he was tensed and stressed, he came close to me, and I could smell his scent, he smelt like roses.

I like it.

“Ma'am here are the files,” he said while handing them over to me.

His breath smelt like mint my inner voice said.

"You look stressed ma'am". He said.

"Just been a very tough week, Any missing case today”

“no ma'am”.

“any information about the body and any information about the girl that got kidnapped”.

“No information about the body”. He said while taking a seat. “Sara knight got kidnapped, her parents are coming tomorrow so we can get more information about her”.

"Any information about how she got kidnapped".

"Not yet ma'am the officers are on it, the last people that saw her are being questioned".

"What are we missing?, Why is he always ahead of us?". He just looked at me, he didn't say a word, just inform our informers we need to know more about this kidnap”.

“Yes, ma'am”.

Today has been a hectic day, the media is making a fuss out of this, Sara the daughter of one of the richest businessman got kidnapped last night, and we still haven’t been able to stop all the kidnaps that have been happening all these weeks, the police has been blamed for every unfortunate happening, we need to protect our people.

She sat down on the floor quietly, slowly wiping her tears with her hand, she thought what went wrong?, what does all the bad things happen to her?, Didn't she deserve happiness, she was lost in her thoughts when he came in to continue from where he left off. Her heart pounded when she perceived his scent, her heart as if she ran a marathon. She wanted to run away, she wanted to hide from this devious monster.

“Oh Sara, my beloved Sara,” he said while coming closer to her, the strong smell of Alcohol hit her nostrils, she could perceive his perfume, he smelled like vanilla but in a terrible way, almost like vanilla mixed with a hint of weed.

Sara wanted to run, she wanted to hide from him but she couldn’t, she moved back a little bit so he won’t touch her, she kept moving until her back touched a hard wall, she thought at first it was a wall but when she felt warm watery breath on her skin, she knew it was him.

She couldn’t see anything all she felt was his hands roaming on her body. She never felt this useless in her life, all her life she wanted happiness but all she got was hatred, tears, and broken life.

“Please..s..stop, Don't do this," she said.

“No”. He shouted.

"Please don't do this, I beg you, I'm begging you, stop, stop it".

He didn't care about her cries, and went deaf to her pleas, His hands went down to her thighs messaging them, then he went up and up until his hands reached her panties, he moved them and started rubbing her p***y, he took her off guard when he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping in and out of her. She hated every bit of it, she screamed, she begged, she cried but he didn’t stop. He kept tormenting her with his fingers.

She kept crying until she got tired, she tried to stop him but she was tied, she remained still and allowed him to continue what he was doing, he was about to take off her panties when she spat on his face.

“f**k, how dare you?, You b**ch, ” his voice was loud, she knew she has woken the devil.

“I'm..I'm. Sorry”.

“That won’t fix it”. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson b***h, you will never forget what happened today?". He said harshly, he used a tissue to clean the mess on his face.

He stood up roughly and left the room, she was scared, she wondered what he was going to do? , he wasn’t back for hours she started falling asleep when a thick rubber made contact with her skin, making her wake up. The rubber hit her again, she let out a scream.

She is used to being hit, it was like a daily routine in her house, everyday her step-mother would hit her, she never said anything, she attempted suicide a lot of times but failed miserably, she recalls her stepmom's words.

Flashback.

She mistakenly dropped her stepmother's phone which made the screen crack, she is so mad at me, she could hear her heavy footsteps, she was coming towards her room, she didn’t know what to do? she sat on her bed thinking about the horrible things she could do to her.

She roughly opened her room and dragged her off my bed.

“How dare you b****h? Why did I even adopt a problem like you?" she yelled, next thing she knew she felt a hot skin make contact with her cheek, it hurt so bad, all she could do was cry and beg. Her step-mom slapped her countless times, she took out the belt from her trouser.

"Take off your shirt" She shouted. Sara did as she was told, she turned around so her back would face her step-mom. The rubber made contact with her naked skin.

"I'm sorry, please stop it, it hurts, I'm so sorry mom, it won't happen again".

"Shut up, this will teach you a lesson" she hit her again, Sara was soon out of tears.

“no food for you today, you are a curse, you are useless, you are a failed product, you are a problem, your mother must be happy she abandoned you," her stepmother said while leaving her room.

She sobbed, she had no one to clean her wounds, she cried until darkness consumed her. she wasn’t given food that day nor the day after. She used make-up to hide her wounds so no one would see them in school.

End of Flashback.

“I’m back Sara, did you miss me?” He said, he was holding a whip, he kept the whip in a hot water to make it painful when it touches her. He dragged her by her neck, he pushed her on the hard floor, she landed on her face, she tried standing up but it was hard. The whip made contact with her skin again, he kept hitting her until she stooped shouting. Her body was red marked with wounds, her wrist was marked with black marks, and her body screamed pain.

"Please...please...I'm sorry. Don’t do this, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".

"We are just starting baby doll, you will be sorry later".

She thought he was done but little did she know he just got started, the beast just got unleashed, he took out the knife from the fire and laid it on her delicate skin, he placed the knife deep into her skin, which made a permanent mark on her body, she was already bleeding but he didn’t seem to care, her cries were music to his ears, he found happiness listening to her screams.

"Ahhhhhh. I'm sorry, please stop. Don't do this". Her screams soon sounded like a whisper, her body couldn't produce any more tears, she trembled, she let him keep hitting her until darkness consumed her.

FlashBack.

“Mom, please, mom am sorry,” I said when she roughly fully pushed me, making me land on a wooden chair.

“I am not your mother” shouted while lighting a candle. She came closer with the candle sited in her right hand. She placed the candle on my lap making the hot oily substance drop on my lap. It was burning my skin.

Why did I wear shorts today?

“Am sorry, I didn’t know Alice will do that” I bit my lips to stop more tears from dropping. Mom only rolled her eyes every time I spoke.

Alice is my best friend or should I say my best friend. Alice is the only one that knew what I was going through, she has been there for me all the time. Today Alice made a huge decision without asking me.

She reported to the police, and she told them about what I was going through, and how my foster parent abused me. When the officers came, mom was very furious, she tried to convince them that nothing was happening.

Dad and mom made it look like Alice was mentally unstable, she needed help, I was forced to testify in court, and I lied about Alice.

Believe me, I wish I could help her, I wish I could stop everything from happening, But that day Dad gave me two options.

Alice's death

Or

Alice is to be taken to the asylum.

After some days Alice was taken to the mental asylum for treatment, I go there every day to beg for her dedication, I can never forgive myself for what happened to Alice, she only wished good for me.

“am sorry Alice, I am". I tried visiting Alice in the asylum but she refused to meet me.

End of FlashBack.

I woke up with someone softly shaking me.

“Wake up, wake up” I heard a faint voice. I slowly opened my eyes to be welcomed with darkness, I was having a nightmare again.

“Are you up” I heard the voice again. It seemed like a girl's voice.

“Who are you?.” I said to the voice that woke me up.

“your new friend”.

I was confused when realization was drawn to me, the new friend he was talking about, the girl that saved me from almost being raped. But what if she is like him? what if she will do bad things to me? My body hurt from last night's events, I tried moving but it hurt more.

“Will… you… hurt... Me” I said while stammering.

I heard a short laugh “no”.

She seems nice, maybe she will let me.

“Will you let me go?” I said already knowing the answer.

She didn’t say anything for almost two minutes, I thought she won’t speak but she did.

“No, he will kill me if I do,” she said.

I turned my attention to the noise my stomach was making, I am starving, and I was about to ask her for food when she spoke.

“I can take off your blindfold if you want”.

Yay, do it.

“Yes”.

My blindfold was immediately taken off, My vision was a little bit blur, I tried blinking my eyes so that I could see properly, The room is small, very small, It was almost like we were in a box, it was painted brown

.

Who paints a room brown, that's odd.

There were lights all around the room making it so bright, there was this hammer and other tools scattered on the floor. There are no windows but there was one wooden door.

I was right I was sited on a hard concrete floor.

I turned to the left to look at my savior. She isn’t what I expected, she looked crazy, she is fair, her hair was scattered and messy, she bit her lips and she was playing with her dress. She kept scratching her hair and talking to herself occasionally.

She seems mentally unstable

If she is what I think she is, I will be able to track her easily.

“Hi,” I said making her look at me.

“Hello”.

How do you make a crazy person obey you?

I don’t know what to do. or how to talk to her? That is when I got an idea.

“I'm Sara, what’s your name”.

“Evelyn”.

"That is a good name".

"Really?".

"Yes, you know I have a sister named Evelyn, she loves to cook and explore food.

Lie, I don't even have a sister my inner voice said.

"Wow! That's amazing, I love food a lot, your sister seems like fun".

“ yes she is, what do you like doing” I suddenly ask her.

‘hmmm... I like dressing up” she said.

That gave me an idea.

“I love dressing up too, would you like me to dress you up”.

She nodded a “yes”.

“but for that, you will have to untie me”.

“no, you will run”.

“I won’t, I promise” I gave her my best puppy eyes.

“ok”.

She stood up and turned me around, she began untying my hands and then my legs once she was done.

“ok let's dress up, I love pink it's like the best color ever." She said.

I nodded and smiled when I got

I pushed her roughly on the floor but not so hard to hurt her I used that opportunity to grab the ropes and tie her. She was trying to say something but her voice hardly came out.

I took the hammer to advance to the door, There was a huge lock on the door, it was locked from the inside, I used the hammer to break the lock.

It's not as easy as they show it on TV my inner voice said.

A slow creepy sound came along as I opened the door, I was welcomed by trees, and I was about to step out when I heard a voice.

“Where do you think you are going?" The voice was loud.

I didn’t dare look behind to see who it was, I decided to do what Alice will always say.

“Run, Run fast, and don’t look back”.