Homicidal
Chapter 37
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Bella's finger points to the bound man's face and wrists. "Here. And here. Don't they match the color of the threads Dr. Q found?"
Leaning in for closer inspection, I have to admit she's right. How the fuck she caught that with everything else going on in that picture is beyond me.
"It's definitely a possibility, but it's kind of a stretch to assume it's the murder weapon isn't it?"
"Not when this picture was posted in a BDSM group both girls frequent to promote kinky sex toys."
"Fuck me," I mutter. "I need to join better groups on Facebook."
A/N: why's it always gotta come back to penises, da Ho? *remembers your name*. Oh yeah... never mind.
Sorry for the delay, peeps. I've been eating bacon. Excuse me while I go have a heart attack. #atleastI'lldiehappy
xx ~ HT
