3/27/16 4:05 p.m.
"Do you think you can last longer?"
"Yes, mistress." The man currently tied by the dominatrix at "Paradise Palace", L.A.'s most seedy strip club, grunted under his breath.
"Alright. I'll be right back, you filthy lit-" She was cut off, and from where he was tied, the man couldn't see anything.
"Hello? Mistress... Hello?" he called out, but got no response. A few minutes later he heard someone come in, hoping to see his dominator. Instead, all he heard was a scream, and he was quickly untied by another girl. He was rushed to the door, but not before seeing the body of the dominatrix on the floor, with a piece of rope around her neck.
3/27/16 4:25 p.m.
"Detective Decker, here's the preliminary examination from the M.E."
"Thanks. Okay, victim's name was Alison Barker, age 28, apparent cause of death: strangulation. So, a dead dominatrix, no eye witness, and no security footage because he rented out the 'private room'. They don't have any cameras in or around there." Detective Decker handed her notes to her ex, Dan Espinoza.
"So, we start with the co-workers, see if they know anything. By the way, you're not calling him, are you?" Dan asked, worried about her other partner.
"No, definitely not. This case would be way too distracting with Lucifer here. I still have to call the victim's emergency contact, though. Hang on." Chloe took the victim's cell, went to her contacts, found "Emergency", and hit call. She was surprised to hear a ringing from behind a door twenty feet away. She moved to the door, and creaked it open.
"L.A.P.D., I ne- OH GOD, OH GOD!" She slammed the door shut, repulsed by what she just saw.
"Really? You have to bring him up?!" A British voice responded from inside, and a few moments later, the door opened to reveal a half naked Lucifer Morningstar. "Hello, detective. How can I help?"