A/N: Chapter two.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. I'm just eating my slice of cake.
"Are you serious?" Odafin Tutuola yelled into the phone. "Another body?" He sighed. "Where at?" He listened for a minute, pulling out a piece of paper and jotting down an address. "We'll be there shortly. Don't touch anything." He motioned over to Jon Munch, who was sitting at his desk doing paperwork on their other three cases. "We got another girl, Munch. Cragen wants us to go out there." He headed for the door, not bothering to look and see if his partner was following him.
He jumped in the squad outside, sat, and waited for Munch to come out. He walked out the door a minute later, still trying to get his gun attached to his belt. And yet he wondered why all the other detectives wore theirs all the time. It made things easier.
Munch got in the van and Fin headed for the address given to him by the guy on the phone.
The body had been cut to shreds. Fingers were randomly spread about the bedroom floor. An arm was out in the living room and a leg was on the stove. The rest of the body was lying in the bathroom. This case did NOT look promising. So far, they hadn't been able to lift any fingerprints. Or DNA or anything that could help them catch the perp.
Munch was currently in the bedroom, attempting to lift something helpful off the fingers. Fin was in the bathroom, taking pictures of the naked body. The tub was full of blood, the drain plugged to catch it all. It looked as though all the disembodying had been done in the tub. The only other blood they had found was just drops on the floor from the limbs. They must have been carried into the other rooms from the bathroom.
After Fin was done in the bathroom, he was to take pictures of the blood trails and the other limbs. He had gotten the fingers before Munch began his work, so as to have them before Munch began to work. Olivia and Elliot were supposed to be here shortly; they were going to relieve Fin and Munch for the day.
Munch came out of the bathroom, looking pale and sick. "I don't feel so good, Fin," He said.
"Well, Munch, not to be frank, but, you look like shit." Fin set the camera on the counter before walking over to Jon. "Why don't you go sit outside for a few minutes? I'll finish up in here and give Liv and El the report when they get here." Munch just nodded slowly, his right arm hugging his stomach. He headed towards the front door, opened it, and walked out. Fin didn't expect him in anytime soon.
Fin walked into the bedroom, surveying. There were two fingers hanging from the ceiling; the victims two thumbs. On the pillow were here index fingers. Both of them. Sitting on the dresser, dressed with rings, were the two ring fingers. The pinkies were on the window sill. The middle fingers were nowhere to be found. Yet.
Fin took the fingers down that were hanging from the ceiling. He put them in a bag to give to Melinda when she arrived. He walked out to the living room and picked up the arm. He held it for a minute, examining the top of limb. He was trying to figure out what it had been cut with. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the leg. He set all the limbs in the bathroom, near the body. Then he went back into the kitchen to grab the camera to finish pictures in the bedroom.
Elliot and Olivia walked into the house, immediately overwhelmed by the metallic scent of blood. They had seen Munch outside and he had warned them about the gruesome mess inside. So far, they hadn't seen anything except the blood on the stove. They walked towards the back, where Munch said most of the mess was. They saw blood on the floor and decided to follow the trail.
They hit the bathroom a moment later and Olivia gasped. The body was lying in the bathtub, the head near the faucet. She only had one arm, one leg and no fingers. The tub was full of blood. It seemed as though the victim had bled to death. But they wouldn't know anything for sure until the ME showed up.
"It's a mess isn't it?" Fin had snuck up behind them. Both Elliot and Olivia jumped.
"Yea. It's pretty gruesome." Elliot stared down at the body, his face white.
Olivia looked pale, but not as bad Fin had thought she'd be. "Let's just get this cleaned up so we can find the guy," Olivia winced, turned around, and left the bathroom.
Two hours later, the body had been taken away and everyone was back in the precinct, lost in their own thoughts.
He had followed her home without making a sound or alerting her to his presence. She was completely oblivious to his presence. She walked into her house, shutting the door without even looking behind her. She didn't even lock the door.
He walked up to the house, peeked in her front windows, and saw nothing. Not even a light. He looked around quickly and then walked into the house. He had already been through the house a couple times when she wasn't home; he knew the house by heart now. Right now, she'd be in her bedroom getting ready for her shower. After her shower, she'd get dressed in sweats and a tee- shirt and make herself supper. She always kept it simple; pizza, hot dogs and mac and cheese, sometimes ramen noodles. But never anything that took too long to make. She was tired when she got home. She'd go to sleep right after supper, saving dishes for the morning.
He heard the shower go on and waited another minute. Then he walked into her bedroom and hid in the closet. He didn't want her to see him until he was ready.
A few minutes later, the man heard the shower go off. He smiled, totally ready for this. He heard the bathroom door open and saw a shadow move across the floor. He had the closet door open just enough that he could see her, but she wouldn't be able to see him.
He watched her drop her towel, her naked body glistening from the water. He felt himself growing heard, turned on at the prospect of what was about to happen. She began to towel off her body.
He waited three more seconds, until he was absolutely sure that she wouldn't turn around. Then he slowly opened up the door and crept out. She put her towel on the bed and reached for her clothes. He grabbed her around the neck, throwing a knife to her throat. He covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream. She immediately grabbed his arm and began to struggle. He threw her on the bed and was on top of her before she could move.
He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, his gloves already on. He had put them on in the closet. He shoved the handkerchief into her mouth, all the way to back of her throat. The he grabbed a scarf off the floor and tied it around her mouth to keep it there.
He pulled a pair of handcuffs out and cuffed her to her headboard. She was continuing to struggle, still trying to make noises. He pulled some rope out of his bag and tied each of her feet to the bottom base board, keeping her legs spread wipe open. She was fighting against the restraints, the handcuffs rubbing her wrists raw.
He undid his belt, unzipped his zipper and pulled his cock out. She doubled her efforts when she saw him, knowing immediately what he was going to do. He slapped her, stunning her and stopping her struggles for a minute. He got on top of her before she could move and held her down by the shoulders. Then he began to grab her breasts. She began her struggles again, harder than the first time. But her efforts were fruitless. He shoved himself inside of her, already wearing a condom. She tried screaming through the gag, only achieving a small squeak.
He began to thrust, continuing to squeeze her breasts. After a few minutes, he started to moan, getting closer and closer to his orgasm. A few minutes after that, he came inside her. He got off of her and she went limp.
"See? That wasn't so bad?" He told her sarcastically. She had begun to cry sometime during the rape, the tears continuing to fall down her cheeks. He smacked her again. "Stop your blubbering," He said, "Or your death will be much worse than it needs to be." At his words, she began to struggle again, her tears falling harder. Her wrists were bleeding now, the cuffs having rubbed them raw.
He shoved his cock back into his pants, zipping up and doing his belt buckle up. He pulled a knife out of his bag and the girl tried to scream again. He slapped her one last time. "Shut the fuck up!" He hissed in ear. He bit her earlobe and she jerked away from him.
He uncuffed her from the bed, took off her leg ties and dragged her to the bathroom. He tied her back up in the tub.
He grabbed her hand. She couldn't get away because of the cuffs. He pressed the blade of the butcher knife against her thumb, pressing until a drop of blood appeared. She screamed through her gag again, panicking and trying to pull away. He laughed. He pushed the blade down, easily slicing through the skin, nerves, muscle, and bone. She screamed from the pain, the tears coursing down her cheeks. He held up the disembodied thumb up to show her.
"This is what happens when you don't listen to me," He told her. He held the thumb above her face, letting the blood drip down onto her face. Then he threw it into his bag. She kept crying, the sobs choking her because of the gag. He walked to the bottom of the tub, running a finger up and down her legs, closer and closer to her vagina. He stuck a finger inside of her, slowly moving around inside her. He began to add more and more fingers, until he was able to put his whole fist inside her. Then he began to thrust in and out with his fist. She kept trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let her.
He pulled his fist out of her, holding the bloody knife up for her to see. She stared at it for a minute; he had it positioned so she could see a glint on the blade. He lowered the knife. Then, in one fluid movement, he shoved the knife inside her. She screamed through the rag, louder than earlier. She cried harder, begging him to stop through the rag in her mouth. He laughed, twisting the blade. He loved watching the blood flow out of her.
He pulled the blade out and stood above her. She lay their glaring at him, her eyelashes stuck together from tears. She looked so vulnerable. "Are you ready to die now?" He asked her, tilting his head a bit. She shook her head quickly. "Okay," He said teasingly. "Your choice."
He grabbed her hand again; the one that still had all the fingers. He took her pointer finger, set the blade at the joint, and swiftly cut it off.
He did this with the rest of her fingers, as well as one of her arms and one of her legs. She died somewhere in the middle of it all.
When he was done with her body, he cleaned up everything he thought might incriminate him. Then he went to strategically place the limbs. When he was done with that, he walked out the door and back to his house, his bloody clothes gone and her two middle fingers wrapped in his bag.
E/N: So, I know that was like really, really gruesome. That was almost too gruesome for me. So I ended it sooner than I thought. But that's okay! And don't worry, I think pretty soon I'll have him reveal himself. I almost gave it away in this chapter! :X