AMILIO
Tristan, "the girl didn't make it. She's dead."
I nodded my head slightly. This was the hardest case I had taken over in my life. Chasing the
wind was something near to impossible. She could be anywhere, she could be anyone. A
commoner, a lady walking down the street, everyone is a suspect.
Everyone is a criminal, everyone is not to be trusted because anyone could be the capo. The
silence weighs heavy, knowing the truth yet being unable to say it.
Breaking the law is inevitable. The law will not take action against Evanora but I will. Her
case was handed over to me and I have never lost. I will not loose especially not to a woman.
Call it heartless but I'm glad the three year old is dead. Death is better than living a life in
mystery and trauma. If she had lived she'd have been a problem, a burden to another soul
rather. All the traumatic events the sob stories, fake tears all in the name of being traumatized at
the age of 3.
"let's go to a club bro, drink, smoke and maybe we can fuck someone."
"okay."
I finished working around 11 pm, even after all the evidence pointing to Evanora I had nothing.
All the murder cases, human trafficking, drug dealings and still I had nothing on her. If I can just
know what I am chasing.
I just need to know who I'm looking for, just to see her face and after that getting ahold of her
will not be so tough. That's all I need. Everyone makes mistakes, she has to make one as well.
Tristan drove us to a nightclub near the outskirts of town. It was an illegal nightclub but only the
elite went to it. The government let the owner go scott free of course. Probably because the
owner was powerful.
I could raid it, make sure it's shut down with my power but 'I'm just an ordinary powerless police
man'. I believe this club holds answers somehow. I just haven't figured them out yet.
The club was packed today, it was unusual. There was a little order, it had a certain feeling
to it as if there was a presence. An important presence. Behind the glass wall was a live porn
show, a girl, maybe 18 was being rapped, her kicking and screaming aroused the three men
who took turns to rape her.
No one cared to stop them, they did whatever they wanted. They fucked her senseless, with no
care in the world that she was human. They treated her like an object, they turned her into one,
as if she was a toy.
I want stop them but that would be acting on impulse, acting on emotion, feeling pity for her. In a
place like this you have to think with your mind not your heart. She was yet another sacrifice.
" when they're done with her don't let them kill her. Take her home."
I kept people like her, broken, damaged, scarred. They were not accepted by the community but
I accepted them.
There were nude women all over, some seducing wealthy men and others having no sense of
dignity, fucking each other on spot. It was the rules of the place.
The strippers and workers were supposed to walk naked, with no piece of clothing covering
them just their nudity. They were paid quite a lot though perhaps $1000 per day and if they
landed themselves a rich men they earned even more.
All of them where prostitutes, some forced and some loved it. The arrival of a mysterious
woman brought silence into the place as if a single sound would cost one their life.
She wore a sexy black dress, it clinged to her curves and she wore an iron mask. Her hair was
curly, her eyes green with presence as cold as the north pole.
She had a gun hidden beneath her dress and a knife tied to her arms, her skin was dark, she
had a beautiful body for a black woman.
The music went on while she dissappeared into the dark, overtaken by curiosity, I followed her
until I found her in a tunnel. I didn't think this club has a tunnel, but it was a shady place so
thing's like that shouldn't really come as a surprise.
The tunnel was not so dark,it had a few fire torches and the walls looked wet. I was careful not
to make a sound but she suddenly stopped as though sensing my presence. I cussed beneath
my breath when she turned around to face me.
"an officer in a place like this, interesting.", her voice dripped with sarcasm, like this was nothing
new.
She seemed unbothered by the fact that I had found this tunnel. She tilted her head sideways, a
smile creeping on her face.
"who are you?".
"Alara Reltz."
"Barrisa's daughter?"
"yes."
Barrista was a wealthy and powerful man. He was my father's best friend once, he didn't know
my father was in the mafia. I looked up to him, at some point he had helped me get back on my
feet.
Taking advantage of my distraction,Alara pinned me to the wall and smirked.
"I was hoping I could find a good looking police man to fuck."
Her had slid down into my aroused crotch.
"slut!" I mumbled.
I removed the iron mask on her face and ripped of her clothes. She had no underwear but her
gun and knife were still attached to her. I looked at the knife and gun taking them away then
used my cuffs on her. She was bended her ass and pussy on display for me to see, not bad at
all.
Sadism was a fucked up feeling and it worked in hilarious way's. Sometimes I had empathy for
people and sometimes I relished the pain inflicted on people.I slipped the gun into her asshole
and used it to fuck her. She didn't complain, the fact that there was a loaded gun in her asshole
didn't seem to scare nor faze her, she kept moaning loving the violence that was being done on
her body.
Before she could even adjust to the gun being in her ass I used the knife on her pussy. She
cried in pain as the knife slid through her walls leaving cuts inside her but I did not care.
Despite being Barrisa's daughter I wanted to ruin her, she was no one special. I hate women like
her, easy targets.
Each wound inflicted inside her clit would surely need stitches, the knife in her was not meant to
derive pleasure but to inflict pain.
I only pulled out the knife when her pussy was dripping with her blood. The gun did not stop fucking her ass though, I kept sliding it in deeper and deeper forcing all of it to fit just to rip her
apart. With one final thrust the gun slid harshly into her ass, blood flowing out.
When I was done with her she was on the floor in cuffs. Whoever knew of this tunnel would find
her, maybe save her soul else she'd die.
Her pussy was dripping with blood, her anus as well having a flow of blood from it. Her whole
body intact but her fuck organs ripped apart. Maybe next time I'd ruin her mouth and leave her
looking like a chucky doll.
Being grateful to her father didn't mean I'd become a good man to her if that's what she
thought.