Ballerina’s Flesh Gallery - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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As a grown woman, I knew exactly what that monster had planned when he dragged a beauty like Victoria Roland into the basement.
"How long did he carry you?" I asked.
"About half an hour."
"Half an hour?" The officer's face flushed with surprise. "That long?"
"Yeah." Victoria's cheeks turned pink again as she absentmindedly squeezed her thighs together. "He was huge—strong as an ox with terrifying stamina."
I didn't miss a single flicker of her expression. Suddenly, an unwanted image flashed through my mind—Emily Ashcroft trapped between those two men.
I touched my burning face, forcing myself back to the present. "What did he look like?"
"I never saw his face." Victoria's voice grew distant. "Always wore a hood. He'd... keep me for hours. Sometimes brought others..."
"Captive Training?" The term slipped out before I could stop it.
The pale officer leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Did he use protection?"
Victoria squirmed under his stare. A dreamy flush spread across her face as she murmured, "N-no... He said... he hated anything between us. That sick bastard..."
Her bitter laughter sent chills down my spine.
"Them? So there's more than one Hooded Rapist?"
Watching Victoria's strange mix of rage and... something else, my mind spiraled again.
Why did both Emily and Victoria seem almost... drunk after their ordeals?
Could it really have been that good?
Even streetwalkers don't take double bookings, I thought bitterly.
Time blurred as dark fantasies consumed me. My legs nearly gave out when the officers finally stood.
"Ms. Roland, we appreciate your time. Call if anything else comes to mind."
I stumbled after them into the fading light.
Outside Royal Ballet Academy, I waved off my team. Alone, I drifted toward the back alley—Victoria's abduction site.
Emily vanished nearby too, I was sure of it.
Why target ballerinas? What connected them?
The question consumed me so completely I almost missed the heavy footsteps.
Almost.
A vise-like arm locked around my waist. Before I could scream, coarse fabric smothered my mouth.
"Don't move." The voice turned my blood to ice.
"How long did he carry you?" I asked.
"About half an hour."
"Half an hour?" The officer's face flushed with surprise. "That long?"
"Yeah." Victoria's cheeks turned pink again as she absentmindedly squeezed her thighs together. "He was huge—strong as an ox with terrifying stamina."
I didn't miss a single flicker of her expression. Suddenly, an unwanted image flashed through my mind—Emily Ashcroft trapped between those two men.
I touched my burning face, forcing myself back to the present. "What did he look like?"
"I never saw his face." Victoria's voice grew distant. "Always wore a hood. He'd... keep me for hours. Sometimes brought others..."
"Captive Training?" The term slipped out before I could stop it.
The pale officer leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Did he use protection?"
Victoria squirmed under his stare. A dreamy flush spread across her face as she murmured, "N-no... He said... he hated anything between us. That sick bastard..."
Her bitter laughter sent chills down my spine.
"Them? So there's more than one Hooded Rapist?"
Watching Victoria's strange mix of rage and... something else, my mind spiraled again.
Why did both Emily and Victoria seem almost... drunk after their ordeals?
Could it really have been that good?
Even streetwalkers don't take double bookings, I thought bitterly.
Time blurred as dark fantasies consumed me. My legs nearly gave out when the officers finally stood.
"Ms. Roland, we appreciate your time. Call if anything else comes to mind."
I stumbled after them into the fading light.
Outside Royal Ballet Academy, I waved off my team. Alone, I drifted toward the back alley—Victoria's abduction site.
Emily vanished nearby too, I was sure of it.
Why target ballerinas? What connected them?
The question consumed me so completely I almost missed the heavy footsteps.
Almost.
A vise-like arm locked around my waist. Before I could scream, coarse fabric smothered my mouth.
"Don't move." The voice turned my blood to ice.
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