unknown L&O/Psycho/Bondage story

she felt nothing, only the coldness of the metal against her back and face, then the drop came, a cold icy drop from a loose pipe overhead. Again and agin it pounded into her, hitting the same spot every time. She felt cold. felt as if some unsean and malviolent presence hung neer by, poluting the air with evil. suddenly she heard metal scraping against metal somwhere in the distance. she tryed to shut her mind, tryed not to her the mans footsteps coming closer to her, tryed not to cringe when his hands touched her bare chest.She felt his breath, heavy witth boose, upon her thies, felt his rough dirty hands kneeding her brests. the the hands moved, slowly ever so slowly towards her riped and swolled womanhood[?].

then she felt him enter her, felt him penetrating her very soul. again she tryed to shutherself off from her tourtured exsistance. the mans rythm steadly increased. faster and faster going harder and deeper with each unrelenting thrust. she felt his body stiffn and his muscles become tence. Then she felt him come, spreading his evilness inside her, poisioning her body. then the man left her, alone in the darkness. And she knew, deep insode, that she would cary his poison within her. that she would give birth, birth to a monstrosity, a bastered child.

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"Tad Harrington, aslo know as "Happy the Clown", was released from prison at 12:00 this afternoon. Tad Harrington was found not guilty in the accused molestation of thirty-eight children spred from Harlem to Chinatown. The investigation, led by Detective Frank McGee, turned up pictures of the children bound and gaged in Happys appartment in lower Manhatten. Also found were bloody and soiled sheats. But most disturbing of all has found in a closet, chains and tourur devices hung from the walls. Later that day Happy was arrested and placed in police custody till his trial today. However the key items in the investigation were seized without a warrent and the case was dismissed by Chief Justice Warren. We go now live to Carlos Meniez in front of the courthouse...Carlos, has there been any new developments?"

"No, Mary, the case is still closed...wait...there goes Dective McGee...I'll try to get an interview..."

Frank McGee saw the reporters rushing at him. Like sharks smelling fresh meat, eager to get that one sound bit for ther respective chanels.

"Detective McGee. Why didnt you have a warrent?"

"Detective McGee.How do you feel about Happys release"

"Detective McGee.One word please."

He hurredly rushed passed them, politly shaking his head no. He smiled at the cameras and reporters when inside he was fuming. Ignoring all the qoestions he was about to get into his awating patrol car when he heard one more question, "Detective McGee. How do you think the public will react to your stupitity. Because of your, lets say, Gun Ho, police style a pedaphile is now released into the city, free to do it again. Where is the justice, Detective?"

Frank turned toward the reporter and his anger boiled over. Frank lunged at the reporter and tosed him to the ground. His anger satisfied he got into the car.

"You know he's gonna' raise hell with the captain," Franks partner, Alex Gosman, said as they sped away from the media frenzy.

"Yeah and you know what...I DON'T CARE! Its not my fault that Happys released..." Frank hollers as the car coes to a stop light.

"Well..." Alex begins as a gun shot rips throught the New York City air. Screams and panic soon folow suit. Frank hops outof the car, gun in hand, and sees waves of people runing from the corthouse. Wading and pushing his way through, Frank sees Happy laying on the ground, a cool wave of crimson red spreding beneath him. Frank rushes over to Happy, checks his pulse, then closes Happys dead eyes. The click of cameras and the murmerof reporters fill the deafining silence. Frank gets up to leave but a hand, coated in red, grabs his leg. He looks down. Happy stares at him, evil and triumph in his eyes, "You'll never...find....the others..." Happy croks as his final words. Then the media begins to swarm around, cameras pushing, people yelling, each continualy filming. Microphones and recorders are shoved in Franks face. A barage of questions assault him from all directions, eveywhere he turns more and more questions, no excape. Nothing. No fealing. No responce. Only five words echoing in Franks mind, "You'll never find the others."

 

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