He's standing there, looking me in the eyes, sniffing my panties in his one hand, the other one still holding a bloody knife. I feel the burning of the wounds he inflicted on me, a cross going above my belly button all the way to my breasts carved with the very knife he's holding. I can't even scream...
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
For the first time in a long period of time I open my eyes, happy to wake up to my alarm. What has become of me. This psycho has gotten under my skin without me even seeing him. Daniel, also known as "The Cross". His file right next to me on the bed, must've fallen asleep reading it and going through the evidence.
Shower, coffee and a cigarette. Always fixes my mood. Finally I'm in the car to drive me to the center. His profile seemed easy at first, but his charismatic nature made him dangerous, considering the amount of followers he had. He and his gang would kidnap girls in their twenties, torture them via crucification and carving in religious symbolism over their bodies. Then they would gang rape the girl and then starve her out for a few days. As a grand finale they'd strangle the girl out very slowly, often lasting for long painful hours of letting her breathe and back to strangulation. All the girls were tall, blonde, curvy but slim, and all of them from Eastern Europe.
Just like me. It'd be easier for a person who he'd like to extract information.
Catching my breathe after providing my ID, giving out my gun and entering the long hall with the two guards going all the way to his cell, hearing so many people commenting on my outfit and my looks. Ignoring their looks and their taunts I finally reached his cell and looked him in the eyes. The guards tell me of the security measures, including the panic button, and go on their way. The only thing separating me from a lunatic now is just the metal bars holding him in.
"Dr. Daniel Craig?" - I ask with my voice shaking as he turns to look me in the eyes. His stare drifts from my eyes down my body for a discomforting period of time and then he speaks out.
-My, my.... Here I was expecting to be queried by some hulking monkeys. Instead, they send such a beautiful angel with such perfect blue eyes. Come closer, I want to touch your face...