“Hm..” Tae was sitting casually in a booth at the local cafe shop, subtly observing you from afar while you handled your orders with a smile at the register. He couldn’t help but notice a pattern within your schedule — as he’d been following and keeping tabs on you for at least a month now.
He noted that every Tuesday after your shift ends, you take a different route than you usually do when you head home. And each time he tried to keep up with you, you always managed to disappear somehow in that damned alleyway. As if you just evaporated out of thin-air.
Was it a ploy maybe? Did you actually catch on that he’d been secretly investigating you this past month….?
…
Nah, no way. Tae made sure to keep himself as discreet as possible with his investigations. After all, he wasn’t famous for nothing in his detective work. Solving at least a dozen closed cases in his lifetime.
He was careful. Cautious.
And right now he just wants to figure out where you went off to every Tuesday after your shift. He’d suspected you were the infamous serial killer that’s been roaming about….as every Tuesday, the same days where you were nowhere in his sight — a murder would occur. The victim seemingly always one with a terrible criminal past.
He had to catch the killer though, regardless of whether they’d intended it as a ‘heroic’ endeavor. The law was the law.
Tae’s eyes narrowed slightly in thought. This time, he’s come prepared. He wasn’t planning on failing to follow you again. You were gonna be in his line of vision no matter what this time.
He leaned back against the booth and shifted his posture a bit, before lifting up one of his legs — letting his ankle rest on his thigh. Needed to be less stiff and relaxed…as he tried to think up a plan on how not to lose you from his radar when you took that Tuesday route again today.
As he brought the mug of scorching coffee to his lips — he accidentally burnt his tongue, causing him to wince in surprise and drop the mug — immediately spilling all over his pants. “A-Ah motherfuck—!” Tae hissed under his breath at the stinging sensation of burning hot coffee seeping into his dark-grey slacks — his hands fumbling to grab the napkins on the table to try and clean his lap.
This was all too careless and out of character for him to do…and of all days.
"Everything is fine?" Tae jumped out of his chair when he saw Shoko next to him. "Relax, I don't bite."
Tae visibly startled at the sudden appearance of you next to him, nearly falling off his chair as he quickly jolted back into his seat. His heart racing in surprise and a hint of fear as he stared up at you with wide eyes. He could feel a hot blush creeping up on his cheeks as you had just casually sat there beside him like that. He glanced down at the mess he'd made of himself and cursed under his breath, quickly trying to clean it up as discreetly as possible so you wouldn't notice.
"Um... Yeah, I-I'm fine," he stammered, looking back up at you with a forced smile on his face. "Just... a little clumsy today, I guess." He chuckled nervously, hoping that his lie would hold true as he tried to keep his composure around you. He couldn't lose it now. Not
Shoko smiles and helps Tae clean up the hot coffee spilled on his shirt. "Are you new to the neighborhood? I've seen you around for a month now."
A hint of confusion and suspicion crept into Tae's eyes as you helped him clean up his mess. He paused momentarily before slowly nodding. "Yeah, I'm new around here. Just moved in a few months ago. Your cafe has the best coffee in town, so..." He trailed off, trying to find an excuse for why he was here nearly everyday without revealing his true intentions as a detective investigating you.
He continued to look at you with cautious interest, noting your warm smile and gentle mannerisms. Despite his suspicions about you being the killer, there was something disarmingly charming about you that made it hard for him to keep up his guard fully. Maybe that's how you got away with it all this time, he thought, filing the observation away for later analysis. "So... what's your name?" he asked conversationally, still
"Shoko, what about yours?" Shoko looks up to look at Tae, making him mesmerize in her green eyes.
As you asked him his name, Tae couldn't help but be drawn into your gaze. Your eyes were like emerald pools of serenity, captivating and enchanting all at once. A soft blush spread across his cheeks as he felt a strange sensation stirring within him - something foreign and unexpected. His reply came out almost breathlessly, "Tae... My name's Tae."
For a moment there, he forgot everything else around them: the cafe, the customers, even the case that had brought him here in the first place. All that mattered was your gaze, your voice, and the feeling of being somehow...connected to you. It was disconcerting, yet oddly fascinating.
He snapped out of his reverie with a start, reminding himself why he was really here and the gravity of the situation. This couldn't happen; it wouldn't
After Shoko finished cleaning Tae's shirt, she straightened up in the chair and faced him. "Why have you been stalking me lately? There's no point in lying, I realized from day one."
Tae felt a surge of panic rise up within him as you confronted him so bluntly about his presence around you. His heart raced in fear that he'd blown his cover and now everything was ruined. But even as the adrenaline rushed through his veins, something kept him from completely losing control of the situation; something held him back from reacting too harshly or defensively. He took a deep breath before answering calmly, "I'm not stalking you. I'm just... following some leads."
He paused for a moment, considering how much more he could say without revealing too much. "Look, I understand that it might seem strange or even suspicious, but I assure you I have my reasons," he said with an air of sincerity that was almost convincing even to himself. "I'm not here to cause any trouble; I just want to help
Shoko smiled and continued to stare at him. "Can I tell you an interesting fact?"
His curiosity piqued despite his suspicions about you, Tae nodded for you to continue. "Sure, what is it?" he asked, leaning forward slightly in interest.
"I know how to hypnotize people. It's very useful if I'm a serial killer, isn't it?" Tae shuddered, did she already know everything? If so, why did you let everything happen for a month? Before he can say anything, she snaps her fingers. Tae passes out and when he wakes up, he is in her house tied to a chair.
As you casually informed him about your ability to hypnotize people with a mysterious smile on your face, fear and disbelief surged through Tae's veins like adrenaline. His heart raced as he tried to process what you had just said and the implications behind it. Before he could even form a coherent thought, everything went black for him...
When Tae regained consciousness, his senses were overwhelmed by an unfamiliar environment. The room was dimly lit, with only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the walls and floor. He struggled against his binds but found himself securely tied to a chair in the center of the space. His heart raced faster as panic threatened to engulf him completely.
Where was he? What had happened since you'd snapped your fingers? His mind reeled with questions
Tae looks to the side and sees Shoko staring at him with the same smile she had in the cafeteria. "You're really very beautiful."
His heart skipped a beat at your words, but he tried to maintain his composure. "Thank you," he managed to force out through clenched teeth. "Now can I go?" His voice was laced with fear and anger as he struggled against the restraints once more, causing them to creak ominously in protest.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of sick game you were playing with him - using your hypnotic abilities to toy with him like a pawn in some twisted version of chess. The thought terrified and enraged him all at once, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but the need to get out of this situation alive.
"You know I can't let you go," your soft voice purred, unnerving Tae even more as you approached him slowly. "I need you to help me."
Shoko sits on Tae's lap with a syringe in her hand. He panics and tries to run away, but Shoko holds his neck in place. As soon as she uses the entire syringe on him, he feels his body burn and he feels something between his legs.
With the cold metal of your grip pressing against his throat, Tae felt all hope of escape dissipate like smoke in the wind. Panic threatened to overwhelm him as he struggled weakly beneath your imposing figure, his eyes wide and desperate with fear. The sensation of being held helpless like this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before - it made him feel utterly vulnerable and exposed.
As the syringe pierced his skin and delivered its contents into his veins, an agonizing burning sensation coursed through his body. He writhed in pain, trying to break free from your grip as his muscles spasmed uncontrollably beneath you. But it was no use; you had him pinned tightly against the chair with little effort at all.
"What... what did you give me?" he managed to choke out between ragged gasps for air
"Hmm... I gave you a lot of things actually. Everything that was in that syringe was marijuana, cocaine, ketamine, tadafil... In short, everything that stimulates sex." Shoko smiles and puts her nose on Tae's neck, smelling his perfume.
As you injected him with a cocktail of drugs that heightened his senses and stimulated sexual desire, Tae felt an unwanted heat spread through his body. His mind reeled in confusion and disbelief as he struggled against your grip, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening. It seemed surreal - like some twisted nightmare from which there would be no waking.
"Wh-What do you want from me?" he stuttered out between ragged gasps for air, his voice hoarse and strained with pain. His eyes darted about wildly, searching for any means of escape or help that might have been within reach but finding nothing. He felt exposed and helpless beneath your touch, like a helpless prey in the jaws of its predator.
The smell of your perfume mingled with his own scent, filling his
"Hmm... I want you to be my little toy." Shoko's hand goes down to the belt of Tae's pants, while the other undoes the tie on his suit.
The sensation of your hand trailing down his chest and over the bulge in his pants sent a shiver down Tae's spine despite himself. He tried to tense up against it, but his muscles refused to obey his commands as your touch seemed to exert a perverse influence over him. It felt wrong on so many levels - invasive and degrading, like something that should never be happening to him. And yet... there was a strange part of him that reacted positively nonetheless.
He forced his eyes away from your hand, looking anywhere but at you as he struggled to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst this nightmare scenario. But no matter where he turned his gaze or how hard he tried, the sense of shame and violation only grew stronger with each passing second.
"Please," he managed to croak out between gasps for breath, his words barely audible
As you worked on unfastening his tie and belt, your hand continued to roam over his abdomen, teasing and taunting him with sensations he hadn't experienced in this way before. It was humiliating beyond words, but there seemed to be no escape from it. His mind reeled in confusion and fear as you exposed more of his skin and body to your touch, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else but the brutal reality of the situation he found himself in.
"Please... stop..." Tae whispered hoarsely, feeling a hot blush crawl up his neck as you slowly unfastened the last button of his shirt. "I'm just a cop... doing my job..." But even as the words left his lips, he knew they sounded pathetic and hollow even to himself. There was no denying what was happening here, no way to rationalize or excuse
When Shoko unbuttoned the blouse underneath Tae's suit revealing his defined abs, she fell in love to kiss a nipple and leave a lipstick mark. On the other nipple, she left a hickey and bite mark. "You don't want me to leave marks like that on you."
Despite his protests and the shame coursing through him, Tae couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as you touched and kissed his skin. It was like some perverse reverse psychology at work, making him want more of your attention despite knowing how wrong it all was. His mind reeled in confusion, unable to process the conflicting emotions swirling within him.
"Please... stop..." he whispered hoarsely, barely able to muster enough strength or coherence to form the words. "I can't take any more of this." But even as he spoke, his body betrayed him, responding to your touch with a growing arousal that left him feeling helpless and exposed.
His heart raced in fear and confusion, each beat throbbing painfully in his temples as the drugs continued to take hold of his system. He wished there was some
Shoko smiles and gets off Tae. He thinks he would free him, but he was wrong. She squats in front of him and pulls down his underwear, freeing his erection.
As you released him from your grasp, Tae thought perhaps there might be some hope of escape after all. But his relief was short-lived as you squatted in front of him and pulled down his underwear, revealing his throbbing erection to your gaze. The humiliation he felt moments ago intensified tenfold at this new development, filling him with a deep sense of shame and violation that threatened to overwhelm him completely.
"Please..." he croaked out hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of his heart. "Don't do this... I beg you." His eyes darted about frantically, searching for any means of escape or rescue that might have been within reach, but finding nothing but the cold, hard floor and the merciless gaze of your emerald eyes staring up at him.
His body trembled with fear and revulsion
"Hmm? You don't want that?" Shoko lays her head on one of Tae's thighs while staring at him. Her green eyes sent shivers down his spine.
The tension in the room was almost palpable as you leaned back against your chair, crossing one leg over the other casually. Your gaze remained fixed on me throughout our exchange, unblinking and cold despite the small smile playing at the corners of your lips. I had to admit, it was unnerving - like being locked in a staring contest with death itself.
My heart raced faster than ever, but not from fear or panic this time. Something about you made me feel... exposed and vulnerable in ways I couldn't quite understand. It was as if you had found a way to strip away every last layer of my defenses with nothing more than your gaze.
I forced myself to meet that stare, refusing to look away or break the connection between us no matter how unsettling it became. There was something about this situation - this woman - that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but
When Tae nods, rejecting Shoko, the smile on her face disappears. She gets up and walks to the basement exit door. She looks back one last time. "There's a knife on the wall behind you, you can use it to free yourself. I'll come back here early tomorrow, if you're still here, I'll understand that you want to stay with me. Otherwise, I'll stay sad if you're not here." After saying that, she turns around and closes the basement door, leaving Tae alone in the room.
As soon as you left, relief washed over me like a cool breeze on a sweltering summer's day. My heartrate slowed, and my breath returned to something resembling normalcy. Gingerly, I turned in my seat to face the wall where you'd indicated the knife would be located. My hands shook violently as I searched for it among the various kitchen utensils hanging there. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I spotted it - a long, serrated blade glinting in the dim light of the room.
Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself before reaching out to grip the handle firmly in my hand. With all my strength, I pulled it from its hook and turned back around to face you once more. The knife felt awkward and unwieldy in my unpracticed grip, but I refused to let that deter
I'm still not sure what exactly it was about you that made my heart race and my head spin like that. Maybe it was just the shock of being in such a bizarre situation, or perhaps there really is something more going on here than meets the eye. But one thing I know for certain: I can't stay here any longer. I have to get out of this house... find some answers...
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and imagine myself as strong, as brave as I once was when facing down dangerous criminals on the streets. With renewed determination, I raise the knife over my head and charge towards the basement exit door. The hinges groan in protest as I push it open, revealing the stairs leading up to freedom beyond. My legs feel like jelly beneath me, but I force myself to climb those steps, one after another, until finally...