"Well, I'll be damned," Lex muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth. Though he had spent years on the police force, it still churned his stomach to see a dead body. And now, kneeling beside the poor girl, he found his lunch rising up again. That hamburger he had was not planning on staying in his stomach much longer.
The coroner shook her head, pushing up thick, wire-rimmed glasses while shifting from one foot to the other. "I'd say she's been dead only a couple of hours. She's still warm and her body's barley stiff." The woman, Patty Holmes, shook her bright white head again. "Poor thing."
Lex muttered something incoherent, picking up the white rose with his gloved hand. "Yo, Ortega," he called out when the coroner left, his eyes narrowed as he studied the rose.
Ortega nodded to a young police officer and made his way to Twain. "Yeah?"
"Is this the mayor's kid?" He glanced down at the girl, her nude body covered by a white sheet that was pulled up to her chin, covering the bruise around her neck.
Ortega shrugged, folding his arms over his powerfully built chest. "We don't know, but I'm pretty sure it is, especially with the long blonde hair. We're going to call the Mathews boy to identify the body. I know it's wrong to do that to a kid, but the mayor already said that he and his wife couldn't. Seems his wife had a panic attack and he's trying to calm her down. He's sending Mathews over to the morgue later. Some family member, huh?" Ortega glanced down. "God, she looks so young."
"I know. She can't be more than sixteen." Twain shook his head in sorrow.
"Didn't the green boy call and tell where the body was?" Ortega crouched down next to Lex.
"Yeah. It was weird. He called and said that the Goth had had a nightmare and that she thought that there was another body. I didn't believe at first, so, since I was off from my lunch break, I decided to check it out and humor them. And, damn if there wasn't a body. There were no eyewitness around that could have said anything to that goth kid. If I didn't know better, I'd say that she actually saw the murder while sleeping. I'll head over there and question them after I show the Matthews kid the body."
Ortega nodded. "I thought this man only killed three weeks after one went missing."
Lex squinted against the sun, standing up and heading to his car. "Yeah, so did I. Either this is a copycat killer, or our man is breaking his flow. We'll have to test the girl for any signs of…anything."
"Was she raped?" Ortega asked, catching sight of the press heading their way and scowled. Normally, he was a nice, calm man, but the press really pushed his buttons. All they cared about were their stories' and they didn't care if they hurt anyone in the process of getting it.
"I'm pretty sure. There was blood on her thighs, which is usually a sure sign. There are no scratches or anything, but I could see faint bruises on her hips, breasts, and knees in the shape of fingers. But, at least she wasn't strewn all over the place like the last one. This time, all he did was strangle her. We haven't found the murder weapon yet, either." Twain ducked under the yellow police tape, pushing a microphone out of his way when a reporter shoved it in his face.
"Detective Twain, has The White Rose Killer struck again? Do you know that girl? Was it the mayor's stepdaughter? How was she murdered? Was there a white rose by her body? Do you have any—"
Twain turned to the cameras, his face serene but his fury torrid. "Look, we just found another dead girl's body. I do not want to answer these questions until I have some answers myself. So, I recommend that, if you have a heart, leave here."
The woman reporter's eyes narrowed. "That was a little callous, detective."
"You haven't seen harsh yet." He walked away, growling when a stream of questions still issued form the reports. He knew it was their job, but don't they get it that these kind of cases hit home with the police force? Most of the men and women he worked with had daughters around the ages of the girls they were finding.
He sat down in his car, pushing down the image of that poor girl. The paramedics were already zipping the young woman up, ready to take her to the morgue, where he would face the Matthews boy.
But what still threw him off was that Raven kid. How the hell did she know exactly where the girl was? He never knew that, with her powers, she could…see the future? No, that wasn't right. See through victims' eyes? None of the research he had done said anything about her having that sort of power. Did she even know she did or was it a mere fluke?
He groaned, rubbing his pounding head. What he wouldn't give to just go home and hold his wife in his arms, lay a hand on her stomach and fell his baby kick.
He turned on the radio, not even hearing the music, and stopped at a red light. This was the worse part of his job. Confronting the parents of the deceased, or having the loved ones identify the body. They always screamed or sobbed or fainted. Hell, some had even attacked him in their anguish, but it never hurt…at least not physically. Pain always clouded their strength and all he ever suffered was a few scratches, especially from the women. He actually had a faint scar across his cheek where the mother of the last victim had scratched him with her ring.
Though he hid it, their pain tore at his heartstrings. He had cried in his sleep on more than one occasion, especially after a hard case, but his wife was always there to comfort him.
Pulling into the hospital, he turned off the ignition, spotting the Matthew's boy immediately.
He watched him from a distance, already noticing the kids red nose. And it wasn't from the cold. He climbed out of his SUV, tucking his hands in his pockets.
"Are you Ethan Mathews?"
Theboy nodded, sniffing but trying to keep composed.
Lex cocked his head to the side. "Look kid, I know this'll be hard for you, so just bear with me. When we go in there, try not to break down before I show you her. And second, I know you've probably never seen a dead body before, so, if you need to hurl, there'll be a trashcan right near you. And try not to attack any hospital personnel."
Ethan nodded, clenching his jaw. He followed the detective into the hospital, his vision blurring. He couldn't help her…he couldn't save her…he'd never be able to see her smile for him, only him, to hear her deep voice filled with amusement and not resentment.
Hannah was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. His heart broke even more as a sob choked him.
Detective Twain held the elevator door open for the kid, waiting patiently. Pressing a button, Twain chewed on the inside of his lip. He should try and reassure the teen, right?
"…You know…it might not be her." Damn, he was letting hope bloom inside the kid, and personally, he knew that it was probably the mayor's stepdaughter.
Matthews said nothing, just stared at the wall with his jaw clenched painfully. Lex sighed, dreading what was to come when the elevator doors slid open. His shoes clicked against the tiled floor as he made his way to the morgue. This Ethan kid was handling this pretty well, for a seventeen year old.
A plump, balding doctor nodded his head in greeting when Twain walked in. The obese doctor clutched a metal folder to his large chest. "I did check a few things when the body arrived, but it's stuff you can already gather. She was raped, brutally, from the looks of it, and then strangled afterwards. Her wrists were shackled together by a thick rope that cut into the skin, so there was no way she could have scratched her murderer. The sides of her mouth were cut, so I figure he used a cloth to keep her quite. But, I can tell that she fought him." Ethan flinched at the thought. It sickened him to even picture what Hannah must have gone through. The man sighed and walked to the metal body cabinets. He pulled one out and Ethan almost gagged. He had yet to see her, but knowing what he was going to…
Bracing himself, unable to stop the tears that flowed, he watched as the doctor drew back to covers.
"Oh, God," Ethan sobbed, covering his mouth with trembling hands.
"Is it her?" Twain asked quietly, laying a hesitant hand on the boy's shoulder.
Ethan's wide, tears-filled eyes were his answer. "Okay. Doctor Whiles, this is—"
"It's not her."
Twain turned to the kid, taken aback. "Excuse me?"
Ethan shook his head. "It's not Hannah…but I do know who she is."
"Who?" Twain glanced at the gray, lifeless girl, then back to Matthews.
Ethan swiped at his tears, almost sagging to the floor with relief and horror. "She's in—was, I mean, in tenth grade. Her names Bethany Brundly. She dated an enemy of mine for a while." He rubbed his eyes, his heart still pounding. It wasn't Hannah, it wasn't Hannah. It was all he could think. Thank God, Hannah was still out there somewhere. He still had a chance to help her.
The large hand on his shoulder lifted in a quick pat. "Thanks, kid. Sorry to have brought you in here. Is still can't believe it's not her."
"Hannah doesn't give up that easily." Ethan snapped, his body shaking form shock, relief, and the thought that Hannah was still out there, hopefully alive.
"Okay." Twain ignored the look Ethan threw him. This was totally weird. Their killer was changing his ways on them. Maybe he was trying to throw them off, or maybe he was pissed, or, like he said before, maybe it was a copycat killer. His head pounded painfully. Damnit, this was just getting more out of hand then he liked to admit.
XxX
"Maybe I was just dreaming and it was…just a nightmare." Raven watched Beast Boy fix her herbal tea and cuddled under the covers. She pushed down the image of that poor girl, though she had no idea if she even existed.
"Rae, with your powers, I think it's possible." He muffled a curse when he couldn't find the tea packets. "Jeez, everything's so freaking…neat and in order."
"It is in the cabinet above you," she offered.
"Hmm. How can you stand this stuff?" He held the top of the packet and shook it.
"How can you stand tofu?"
"'Cause I've been most of the animal you eat." He filled the teakettle with water and shoved it on the stove. He sighed, making his way over to her. He jumped over the couch and landed with a plop next to her, making her bounce.
Tapping his index finger on his thigh, Beast Boy chewed on the inside of his cheek. What was he supposed to do? Maybe say something that would be of comfort to her?
"Rae, what exactly did you see?" He turned to her, sitting sideways on the couch. Okay, so that was a start.
She cleared her throat, staring at a spot on the wall. "I didn't see it."
"What?" Confused, his eyebrows drawn together, he stared at her. "What—"
"I said it didn't see it…" She turned to him, her eyes burdened with the memory of what that girl went through, what Raven went through. "I felt it. It was as if…I was her, Beast Boy. I didn't see, I felt. I was her. I saw through her eyes, felt like I was in her skin, I could feel her pain, her anguish, what was floating through her head when he raped her. God, it like I can still feel his hands in me—I mean her. And the pain," her shoulders shook that the memory, "the pain was unbearable. But, I never saw who the man was and I woke up just as he strangled her with a yellow scarf."
She jumped when Beast Boy laid a hand on her shoulder. Her startled gaze collided with his and held.
He had planned on saying something intelligent, really, he did, but all rational thoughts fled. He had never really noticed before, but her lips were full…and completely alluring.
No! Bad, bad, horny Beast Boy! He couldn't kiss her! Especially not at a time like this, when she had felt what that girl had been through, felt that bastard hands on her. Oh, how his mother would smite him down if she knew what he was thinking!
Raven watched his gaze lower to her mouth and she knew her face heated with a blush. But what threw her off the most was the fact that she wanted him to kiss her…was that even sane? This was Beast Boy she was thinking about.
Anyways, Raven never thought about kissing men …never…save when she was dreaming, but now she was wide awake! This was totally scandalous.
She sighed and moved quickly, innocently kissing his shocked mouth. She didn't pull away, not immediately, but gloated over the fact that she had done something completely unlike her. As she was about to pull back and throw a sarcastic remark at him, he lifted his hand to her cheek and pulled her back to his mouth.
Well, I guess he can take over from here… Just as the kiss was starting to get really interesting, the kettle hissed loudly, making them both jump apart. With heavy breathing, Beast Boy jumped up to get the water.
As he poured the steaming liquid into the cup, he licked his lips. Raven just kissed him and he did nothing to provoke her. Maybe it was his masculine charms…
He grinned, dunking the tea packet in the water. Yeah, it was defiantly his manly charms. No woman can resist Garfield Logan.
He brought the tea to her, and plopped down again. Raven watched him with one raised brow, calmly lifting the cup to her lips. "You sure look overly happy."
He just grinned. Then, with the arrogance of a jock, he leaned back all unruffled and slick, resting his arm just behind her head. She gave him a dull look, setting the cup on the coffee table. Standing up, she went to the bookshelf.
He hopped up and followed her, grabbing her waist and pulling her against him.
"You know you can't resist me." He said against her ear, his voice deep with amusement. "Nobody can resist the manly charms of Garfield Logan."
She rolled her eyes but made no move to walk out of his embrace. "Yeah, keep thinking that and maybe someday someone will agree with you."
"Ah, you hide your attraction very well, Raven. But not good enough, for I can see straight through you." He gave an evil chuckle, nibbling on her ear.
She shuddered, heat pooling in her stomach. "You wish."
He chuckled. "Yes…but in my dreams…no, you will never know." He traced the side of her jaw with his lips. "My dreams are for me only."
She tilted her head to give him more room. She told herself that it was just more comfortable leaning her head to the side. She wasn't doing it for Beast Boy…
"You know Rae…you taste really good." He smiled against the crook of her neck when he felt the heat of her blush.
"I…uh…" Don't say anything stupid, don't say anything stupid… "Thank you?" She almost groaned in mortification when he laughed, his breath hot on her throat. "No problem." He lightly bit her skin, then soothed the minuscule pain with his tongue. "But one of these days, I plan on tasting more of you than just your mouth." He spun her around and kissed her stunned lips.
XxX
Robin stood back, tilting his head to the side to study the artwork on the dark redwall.
"It's a tad bit crooked, Star." She nodded, her head tilted the same as his. He glanced over at her to see…nothing… He looked up to see her floating in the air, her legs crossed Indian style.
"Shall I fix it?"
He nodded. "Yeah, considering it's seven feet above ground and I'd look really weird jumping up and down to try and fix it." She blinked, then giggled quietly, flying casually to fix the painting. She paused, examining it after it was straight. "I never knew you take pleasure in the fine arts."
He shrugged while his eyes roamed over every part of her. "Me either. It was just here when I moved in and I decided that it should have some place to stay."
She nodded, not even noticing the way he looked at her. "Oh."
"You know Star, you're not supposed to—"
"Fly? Yes, I know. It will be a hard habit to break." She dropped back down, from seven feet in the air, to land gracefully on her tennis shoes. "I must get use to walking on foot and never using star-bolts."
"Hmm…are you hungry?" He asked, pushing boxes out of his way to reach the refrigerator.
"A tad, yes." She jumped on the counter when she reached it, tucking one leg under her while watching him. "How do you suppose Raven and Beast Boy are faring?"
"They're probably tearing each other to shreds." He grabbed things to make a quick sandwich, shutting the metal door with his foot. He dumped the things on the counter next to her and she picked up the things that tipped over.
"Where did Cyborg say he was going again?" She asked, unscrewing the lid on the mayo jar.
"I think he said that he was staying with one of the officers." Starfire nodded, watching the way Robin pilled meat on bread.
"Is he still besotted with Bumblebee?" Starfire took a slice of tomato from the pile Robin had cut up and gently bit into it.
"Yep, though he won't admit it. Every morning he sneaks off to call her. I even caught him once. I've never seen Cyborg blush so much."
She smiled, sucking the juice from her fingers. He watched her, completely transfixed. "He should not hide it, especially from her. But, then again, I have noticed that Earth men are more resistant to feelings than on my planet. Tameranian men are the first to admit how they feel. It is usually the women who are resistant. I think it is because women are more emotional to rejection than men. Once rejected, it is hard for us to move past the hurt." She shrugged one slim shoulder. "But, that is on Tameran."
He blinked, returning to his job at cutting the tomatoes. "Hmm. Well, he needs to ask her out and get it over with."
"I agree." Laying down the knife, he reached for a jar. He wrestled with the pickle jar, trying to pry the lid open. "Damn lid," he muttered, hitting the top against the counter in hopes to loosen it. Starfire took it gently from him before he shattered it and easily pried the lid open with a deft flick of her wrists. He gave her a humorous look and muttered, "I loosened it." She chuckled and screwed the lid back on. She handed it to him. "Would you like to have another try?"
He sneered. "I'm not weak."
Her lips twitched. "I never said you were."
"Give me that." He snatched it from her and twisted the cap. It popped off easily. He grunted, setting it back down. She scooted to the edge and swung her legs back and forth. She crossed them at the ankles.
"Am I still to come over here to dinner?"
He glanced up briefly, spreading mayo on the bread and licking the remains from his fingers. "Yep. There is no way you can get out of it, either. If I have to, I'll come to your apartment. Believe me, I'll tell you when you don't have to come, which…will be a while."
She braced her hands near her hips and leaned back. "I was merely asking."
She grinned as he grabbed plates from one of the boxes. He glared at her. "What's so funny?"
"You."
He glared at her from the corner of his eye. "And how am I funny?"
"You just are, especially when you're angry."
"I am not mad. I have no reason to be mad."
"I have bruised your ego." The death glare he gave her made her throw back her head and laugh. "My ego is far from bruised," he muttered, biting back the urge to press his mouth to the base of her throat.
"Umm-hmm."
"Why would my ego be bruised?" He put his hands on his hips.
"You were unable to open—"
"So? I can't do a lot of things you can, like lift two tons without flinching. You'd probably beat Wonder Woman."
"Who is…Wonder Woman?" She asked innocently.
"She's in the Justice League with my mentor. But I don't want to get into that right now."
He cleared the counter and sat the sandwiches down on the table. She turned her head to watch him. She swung her legs up and scooted to the edge, about to jump down, when Robin stood in front of her. She glanced up at him, surprised when he stepped between her legs and pulled her against him. She was still sitting, and with him standing, she was pressed intimately against him. Her cheeks flushed. She had never, ever, been this close to Robin or any other man. When Robin had kissed her before, he hadn't gotten this close to her.
He leaned in to kiss her softly, just a whisper of a kiss, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. Confidently, he slid his hands under her shirt to rest them on her slim hips. Her skin was warm and soft and he slowly rubbed his thumb across her ribcage. He pulled her flush against him, his groin pressed against hers. She whimpered lightly.
Truth was, he had never had sex with a woman. He had dated of course and things had gotten far before, but he had never really had sex. It wasn't that women weren't attracted to him like that, but every time he had gotten close, the thought of maybe hurting Star made him stop. He knew that she felt more than just friendship for him, and though he knew he couldn't be with her, he couldn't risk hurting her in anyway. He knew he did, just by dating other women, and it killed him. He shouldn't be guilty, trying to have a personal life, but then he put himself in her position. What if it was Starfire dating and sleeping around with different men? His gut clenched at the thought of someone else touching her. But he couldn't be with her, ever. He was forbidden to be with her. She was his teammate, friend, but never his lover. He could make out with her all he wanted, but it could never go beyond that, no matter how his body ached for her. He could only really have her in his dreams and only there.
Regrettably, he would never do anything other to her than kiss her. Maybe, later on, he'd let his hands wonder, sometimes even his mouth, but nothing else. One of these days, he'd have to grow up and leave her to be with other women. And he dreaded that day with a fierce passion.
With skilled ease, he pressed her back so she laid all the down against the counter and he followed, his hands braced beside her head and his lower body between her legs. She lightly scraped her nails against his back when he moved to her neck to lightly suck on the skin.
Starfire tilted her head, her heart pounding in her throat. Hesitantly, she raised her knees and rested them against the side of his waist. He groaned softly when the move pressed him against her even more and moved back to her mouth. Balancing on one hand, he slid the other one under her shirt, his touch becoming bolder and resting just below her breast. He never moved it again, though.
She should really stop him. But she couldn't, even though she knew that this would just end in heartbreak. Robin didn't want to be with her. He probably just wanted "someone to warm his bed" as Raven often said when Beast Boy would bring home another date. She didn't know the meaning of that, and Raven had just blushed when Star would ask. But Star got the gist of it. He only wanted her physically, not emotionally. And, here, she wanted him emotionally, not just physically. But, beggars cannot be choosers. If this was as far as Robin would ever move with her, she would be happy.
He moved his hips against hers and they both gasped as foreign pleasure shot through them, igniting feelings that never knew they possessed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, slightly arching her back. If possible, Robin's kiss became more ardent, demanding even.
He really needed to slow down before not even he could stop himself from doing something he would really regret in the long run. But…he just couldn't stop. He had never felt like this before, not even when he got past second base with his first girlfriend.
With his mind clouded with roaring passion, the knock on the door had the effect of a gunshot. Starfire yelped and he tumbled off the counter and landed hard on his back with a colorful array of oaths that had Starfire cringing. She leaned over the counter, her hair in disarray around her flushed face, her lips swollen from his kiss.
"Robin, are you injured?" With a groan, he shook his head, jumping up to answer the door. Part of him thanked the person behind the door and the other wanted nothing more than to wring their neck.
He jerked open the door with a scowl. But not even Robin was prepared for the shove the person behind the door gave him. His already sore backside hit the wall, the persons grip bruising his muscled shoulder. Behind the blonde man with pale eyes, Robin was aware of how Starfire was ready to fight. She was already heading for them, her eyes aglow, but Robin shook his head. She froze, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. She made no move, but watched Robin and his attacker like a hunter watches his prey.
Before he could utter a word, the man, no more than twenty, grinned. The grin was far from menacing and Robin was thrown off. "You have to help me."
Robin snorted. "Tell me one reason why I should help you."
The blonde man grinned. "Because, Robin, I know exactly who you are."
Robin gawked. "Wha—what?"
"I know that you are the leader of the titans, and your undercover to find the White Rose Killer."
"But…"
"Please, just listen to me." The grip on Robin's shoulder lessened and the Boy Wonder almost slid to his knees in surprise. Hell, he would have if Star had not bolted over to grab him around the waist. He glanced at her briefly, then did a double take when he spotted his mark on her neck. He grinned, knowing that that was his hickey on her.
"Robin, are you well?" His eye snapped up to Star's and he blushed. "No, not really. Our cover is just blown. Now, we'll never get the—"
"Wait, please." The kid held up a hand. "Look, I'm Ethan. Ethan Matthews."
"Oh." Robin managed to stand on his own two feet, but Star still kept her hand in his waist.
"I want to help you anyway I can. I…I want to find Hannah."
"Is Hannah not the one who was reported missing?" Starfire asked, moving Robin over to his couch and sitting down with him. Ethan stood, rather shyly, beside them until Star told him he was free to sit. He grabbed the chair that faced them and pulled it closer.
"Yes, she is. And…they found another body this morning." He held up a large, tan hand with extremely long fingers when Robin opened his mouth. "Hold on, and I'll tell you. My uncle received a call this morning from Detective Twain saying that they thought that they found Hannah. You see, I had already known who you were and planned on paying you a minor visit. But, when I got the news from my uncle, I thought I'd die. I guess I really never knew what it would feel like to lose Hannah. I mean, I was never close to her. If anything, I was cruel and callous to her. My uncle hates her, so when he told me that they had found Hannah's body, the bastard was practically grinning.
"He sent me to identify the body when my step-aunt broke down. When I got there, they had pulled the body out. I couldn't believe what I saw though. It wasn't Hannah, but another girl. And my hopes soared. Either Hannah is still out there, or that pedophile does have her. We only have less than three weeks if he really does have her. And, please, before you say anything, I just want you to know that…well, this might seem cruel, but if you do not allow me to help, I'll tell the press who you really are." He gave a shy smile that made his words seems casual.
Robin and Star exchange looks of bewilderment. "Give us one minute, please, while we discuss this matter." Starfire jerked Robin up and dragged him to the kitchen. They could not be heard from there, but she could keep an eye on the boy in Robin's living room.
"What are we to do, Robin?"
He shrugged, propping a hip against the counter. "I don't know. He could ruin everything. If he tells…" Robin sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Starfire leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I think we should allow him to help."
He was shocked, not by her words but by her actions, before he relaxed and lightly circled his arms around her slim waist. "You feel sorry for him," he mumbled against her hair, his voice mild, yet amused.
She chuckled, inhaling his scent. "He seems guilty. I think he is truly serious and would not ruin the only hope he has to rescue Hannah. He is just desperate and wants her back. But I don't know he can help."
"Me either. But…" he stroked her back from the nape to the curve, just above her butt. "I guess we can allow him, since, well, he just seems… hopeless." She lifted her head to give him a glare and his kissed her quickly, but with enough passion to leave her head spinning. He moved to the living room to have a quick chat with Ethan while Starfire tried to calm her pounding heart.
XxX
The man slammed down a fist, bellowing curses. They had made him do it! It was all their fault that he had taken another victim. They had soiled his plans. They were the reason he had taken his anger out on that blonde girl! It should have never happened! Now, it would seem like he was losing his touch.
He took deep breaths, glancing over at the girl who he now held. She caught his look and glared, though he knew she was scared. He grinned and walked over to her, gloating over the fact that her chest rose with shallow breaths when he got closer to her. He lightly touched her silken cheek, tracing the shallow cut he had given her in his anger. She flinched.
The man smiled, his voice almost like a coo. "You don't have to fear me."
"Go to hell you—" He slapped her hard enough to split her lip. He grabbed a fist full of blonde curls and yanked her face close to his. "Listen here, bitch. You're lucky I haven't raped you yet. Push me any farther, and I swear I'll take you so hard that I'll tear you apart."
He stepped back, letting his hands roam over her. She flinched again, closing her eyes as his foul hands touched her skin. The white dress he had made her wear was thin, the silk wet with sweat, tears, and water. Some parts were already specked with blood.
She held back a sob when he pushed her skirt up with his hands. He grinned, watching her face. Her fist tightened above her, where metal shackles held her wrist above her head. Her short nail dug into her skin. He fingered the band of her underwear and just as he was about to rip them off, his cell phone rang. He jumped back, searching for the duck tape he kept close by. He quickly tore off a long piece and slapped it over her mouth. As he reached for his phone, he bit out, "One sound and I swear I'll kill you."
Hannah watched as the man talked on his phone, her breath too shallow to get enough air to her lungs. It wouldn't be long before he raped and murdered her. It wasn't enough time to come up with a plan. She closed her eyes tightly, tears trailing down her cheeks. No one even knew he had her. Did anyone even care? Was this how she was really going to die?
She tried to calm herself down, wishing that she had truly killed herself when she had the chance.
XxX
Okay, so the scene between Star and Robin got a little…heated. But, until I feel comfortable about writing lemons, the scenes between characters will never exceed PG-13, though it might come close. This goes for all my stories, not just this one. One of these days, yes, I will end up writing a sex scene between characters, but…not now. I'd probably suck at it anyways So, I just wanted you all to know that. Well, until next time! Oh, by the way, I'm working on the next chapter for The Beast Within.
