0. Prologue
To think as a detective, I only receive murder cases, would be an understatement of the highest variety. Although I deem murder a crime most foul, I indulge in several sorts of crimes. Even if most are in fact, murder cases. But, on the rarest occasion, I'll come upon a thief, extortionist, kidnapper, or in this case, a rapist. A Serial Rapist. And this case did interest me. Out of my youth, I was easily interested. So it may come as a surprise to know that.
In this case there were 6, which soon became 7 girls. Now each of these women. With the exception of 6 had all the same components. They were all:
-Visibly Raped
-All of their voluntary muscles Paralyzed, without any way of explaining how
-All laying in bed, with the covers on them up to their neck
-Very Much Alive
Number 6, sadly, was not alive. Number 6 had her throat slashed open with her own kitchen knife, that naturally had the fingerprints wiped off. When the Autopsy came back, we had learned that before death she had NOT been paralyzed as the other girls had. She had been raped, and laying in bed with the covers on her up to the slash in her neck, but not paralyzed and not alive.
In my younger age I was curious to know, why? Why had six not lived? Why was she not paralyzed? Before I had gone on the case, most on it thought he had found paralyzing his victims boring and had switched to murder. But I begged to differ. If a certain mode of accomplishing your crime has been working, why change it? This of course, was before I had come across LABB Murder Cases. I thought that if I could figure out what went wrong with Number 6, I could easily solve this case.
I was right. Once I had figured out what had happened to 6, I was able to solve this case and bring the man to justice. But this story, isn't about The Las Vegas Serial Rapist of '98. This story is about the girl who worked with me, or as my stand in, if you will. I had known her before I picked her, so yes, my judgment was a bit more biased. But as I have stressed. I was merely 19 at the time. Stupid, Naïve, and Curious to what laid outside the boundaries of being The World's Greatest Detective. I was foolish, and almost caused the rape of another young lady. The young lady that I cared so much for in my young age. And still, if I were to see her again, would perhaps still care about her.
So here I present you, to whomever reads this, whenever it is read, (Most likely after my death) The Las Vegas Serial Rapist of 98. Or Better Known as The Perverted Paralyzer of Sin City.