as she entered the complex. Inside was warm. Lindsay walked down the hall to the steps. The complex had an old elevator, but she enjoyed the stairs more. It kept her legs in shape. Lindsay jogged up to her floor and moved quickly down the hall. She wanted to get to bed a quickly as possible before she had to get up in eight hours. At most, she'd get seven and a half. Lindsay inhaled the after effects of her neighbors newly painted apartment. The smell had been around for nearly a week. Lindsay was thankful it would last much longer.
Lindsay fished her keys from her pocket and inserted them into the lock. Her hand accidentally slipped, turning the handle. To her surprise, the door was unlocked. Lindsay pushed open the door to her apartment. She entered slowly. The lights were off, like she'd left them. She walked to her table near the door and opened the drawer. Her hand reached down to find her second side arm, to find it missing. Lindsay immediately drew her hand back. Her hand fumbled down to her pocket for her cell phone. She stepped hastily backwards for the light switch.
The lights flickered on, illuminating her apartment. Lindsay opened her phone and readied her call. She entered slowly, searching for her standard sidearm during her shifts. Lindsay had removed the belt earlier that day in her bedroom and draped the belt on the bedpost in her bedroom. She entered the kitchen first, drawing one of the butcher knives from the rack. The handled felt different than her gun did. She felt vulnerable.
Lindsay walked slowly toward her bedroom. She nudged the door open with her elbow and aimed the knife in the empty doorframe. She angled her head in, glancing at her bed frame. Her holster lay empty across the frame. Lindsay withdrew from the bedroom. Her thumb trembled as she pressed her call button of her phone. She moved briskly for her front door.
Suddenly the echo of her door closing stopped Lindsay. Lindsay turned slowly, her heart raced in her chest. He was stall, short brown hair. A short white shirt, splattered in paint, covered his large chest. Dark jeans, like his shirt, were splattered with assorted colors of paint. Lindsay recognized his face. She'd seen it before. That case had taken a large toll on the team. That was the day she'd first met Aiden Burns.
"Put the phone down, Detective." he said.
"No." Lindsay replied.
He walked to the CD player and turned it on. The music blasted through the silent apartment. He lifted the gun. "Drop the phone."
Lindsay stood tall. Her grip around the knife tightened. She hurled it through the air toward the assailant. He dodged it. The blade embedded itself into the wall. Lindsay used the time to run from the open area of her apartment. She dropped behind the counter in the kitchen. Her hand trembled around her cell phone. She was still given a dial tone.
Come on! Lindsay screamed in her mind.
Suddenly Lindsay was dragged from behind the counter. Lindsay screamed. The phone slipped from her hands, clattering to the floor. He hauled Lindsay across the apartment and into the wall. The sheer force knocked the air from her lungs. Lindsay leaned against the wall, trying to regain her breath. She felt the cold barrel of her pistol beneath her chin. Lindsay opened her eyes, staring up at the heartless eyes of DJ Pratt.
"What the hell are you doing out of prison?" Lindsay asked.
Pratt smirked and slammed the barrel into the side of her head. Lindsay's head snapped to the side. She staggered to the floor. Pratt grabbed her arm and pulled her up again. The barrel came under her chin again.
"That's none of your business, bitch." he replied.
Lindsay felt a wet trickled down the side of her scalp. She swallowed hard, refusing to be afraid of this man. Aiden hadn't shown any fear when Pratt brutally murdered her. If that would be Lindsay's fate, then she'd meet it just as Aiden had. Giving him one hell of a fight.
Pratt grabbed Lindsay's throat. He pulled the gun from her chin and aimed it out the window. He fired twice. Lindsay flinched involuntarily. He tossed the gun across the apartment. Before Lindsay could discover what he was planning, his lips came against hers. Lindsay screamed. Her hands shot up to his chest and began beating against him. Pratt pushed her up against the wall, forcing himself down on her. His hands grabbed hers, easily pinning her hands to the wall in one of his large hands. His single-handed grip easily began cutting off the circulation to her hands. With his free hands, Pratt reached down to her pants and unbuttoned her jeans. Lindsay screamed again, but the music drowned her out.
Lindsay kicked violently at Pratt. Pratt pushed his body against hers, ceasing all her movements. Pratt reached up to her neck and untied her halter straps. Lindsay felt the fabric drift down her front. She twisted her wrist in Pratt's vice grip, trying desperately to free herself.
"Let me go!" Lindsay screamed.
"Not a chance in hell." Pratt replied. He kissed her harshly again. "You sent me to that hell hole, so I'll teach you how to do your job."
Pratt pulled Lindsay from the wall and dragged her into the bedroom. He slammed the door and threw Lindsay onto the bed. Lindsay stumbled backwards onto her bed. She swung her leg over the side of the bed, giving herself as much distance as she could from Pratt. Pratt glared at Lindsay across the room. He moved from the door, around the bed. Lindsay leapt over her bed, racing for the door. Pratt lunged at Lindsay, stopping her before she could reach the door.
"No!" Lindsay screamed. She thrashed in his arms. Pratt easily overpowered Lindsay. He dragged her back to the bed and threw her onto it. He pinned her down, pulling her hands near the backboard. Pratt pulled out a pair of handcuffs, stolen from Lindsay's belt. He cuffed one of Lindsay's hands and set the cuff around the gaps of the wooden backboard. Pratt cuffed Lindsay's remaining hand to the backboard.
"No! Let me go!" Lindsay screamed. She pulled at the cuffs, not getting an inch of movement.
Pratt grabbed a roll of duck tape from the side table and ripped off a strip. He placed it over Lindsay's mouth, silencing her screams. Pratt moved from Lindsay's stomach. He grabbed the hem of Lindsay's pants and pulled them off. Lindsay lashed out with her legs. Pratt grabbed them, and pinned them to the bed. He straddled himself over her body again. Lindsay pulled helplessly against the cuffs. Tears threatened her eyes.
Pratt grabbed Lindsay's thigh, moving to her lace underwear. Lindsay winced as his hands tugged at them. She screamed defiantly. Fighting by any means against her attacker. Pratt slapped her across the face. He grabbed her cardigan and ripped it open. He pushed it up her arms near the headboard. Lindsay's halter-top hung over her chest. Pratt pulled the top down. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pushed it over her head.
Lindsay squirmed under his touch. Pratt's hands touch her bare stomach. Lindsay screamed, thrashing more. Pratt replied by slamming his fist into her stomach. Lindsay cried out helplessly. Pratt pulled doff Lindsay's strapless bra. Tears spilled from her eyes as he kissed her breasts, His hands tugged at her underwear, pulling them off her legs.
Pratt sat up form Lindsay and pulled off his shirt. He leaned over Lindsay and slowly removed his pants. His hands grabbed Lindsay's thighs. He held her tightly as the worst began. Lindsay screamed as loud as she could. She pulled the metal cuffs against the board. Pratt's mouth bit at her neck and collarbone. Lindsay fought feebly against Pratt.
Pratt grabbed her throat. Lindsay took in as much air as she could. He was going to kill her like he'd killed Aiden. Lindsay struggled against him, trying to hold her breath. His hands wrapped around her throat, suffocating her. Lindsay thrashed beneath him, trying to stop him. Pratt watched as Lindsay thrashed less. Her screams ceased. Altogether, Lindsay stopped moving. Her eyes closed and her breathing ended.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
yeah i'm that twisted and cruel
i own nothing
