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Kill... or Play? (Summers and Lord Dakol)

Roxanne stared at the camera for a long time while he showered, she couldn't believe that she had noticed the device before. Trying her best to army crawl to the camera she found that the ropes only bit into her skin. Her arms still held in place, looking at him come back out she shook her head in disapproval.

"What are you going to do with that?" she snapped at him, not wanting those images to leak on the web or even for him to have. Her eyes watching as he started to dial, a small amount of relief filling her young and abused body. Knowing that with that call she would be left to be found, and no longer tortured by this man.
 
Christopher was silent in response to her question, and instead began talking on the phone. "Ahem... hello? Yes, I would like to report a rape, and the capture of a killer..." he hummed as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.

"Mmhm, yes; this Detective Roxanne's phone. Please send every cop you have to the motel downtown. Top floor, the only room that's been occupied..." he said, shutting the cell phone and throwing it at the wall, destroying it as it clattered to the floor. Glancing at Roxy, he began to laugh deeply and with a sick undertone as he sat down and slipped the tape in his shirt, crossing his legs as he gazed at the door, waiting patiently for the impending arrest.
 
"What are you doing?" she asked, Roxanne had worked long and hard hours on this case and hadn't even found a trace of Christopher until he made himself known to her. Her eyes scanning his trying to see what his plan was, his actions out of character and unfamiliar to her.

Soon the sharp sirens of police squads rang outside, her body still bound she never took her eyes off of him. The sound of men running up to the room he had called in, sharp rasp on the door sounded in the hotel. "Roxanne! Are you in there?....Roxanne were coming in!"
 
As the knock came as expected, Christopher began to cackle deeply, his hard gaze never leaving the door as he heard the other voices. Reaching over to the right, he grasped his favored knife and held it in front of him, Roxanne's blood slowly dripping off of it. But his hand released the hilt, letting it clatter to the floor.

"Hahahaha! Oh, HELL yes she is! Come on in!" he exclaimed with his grin full of malice. The door was immediately splintered as cop barged, swiftly moving towards Christopher and slamming him to the floor face-down, though his laugh and smile was still present as they hand-cuffed him.
 
Roxanne watched in nervous confusion to what he was doing and why he was glad to be caught after all this time he had made it free. Feeling her body being untied she was soon given a jacket and blanket to put on her exposed body, her eyes red from the tears she cried.

Moving over to Christopher she slapped him hard in the face, her face holding the anger and embarrassment he had put her through. "Game over, take him away," she commanded making sure to watch him get pulled away and placed in the car.
 
The young killer cackled as she slapped him, holding his face to the side for a moment to let the pain sink in. He then looked at her with a grin as he was roughly pulled to a stand as he was taken away. "Hey, Roxy! How 'bout we get back together in, say... a week?!" he laughed as he was taken out of the building and to the car, knowing that Roxanne was watching.

Just before he was put inside, Christopher suddenly fought back. Pulling away fast from the policemen, he slipped from their grasp. Kicking one of them in the back of their legs, he took the opportunity to slam his foot down on the turned knee, resulting in a sickening snap as one fell. He turned his attention to the other, who was just getting his handgun out before Christopher slammed his head in the man, sending him to the ground. Glancing at both of the screaming men, he looked back at Roxanne as if he was about to head towards her.

"Hey... I can't wait to see you again... my beautiful little slut!" he exclaimed with a grin before calmly getting in the back of the car and slamming the door shut, leaning back as he closed his eyes, satisfied with phase one...
 
Roxanne watched the whole scene in horror, watching how easily he had moved to fight the cops, clearly being able to escape normal guards. Moving down the stairs she tried her best to help out, most of her friends telling her to go rest. Her heart still pounding she gave them a smile. "Alright I will...just make sure he's on lock down," she instructed watching them pull him away from her sight.

That night Roxanne didn't get much sleep thoughts of him flooding her dreams, his face popping up no matter where she looked or turned. The week head was much of the same routine, by Wednesday Roxanne had gotten her car back and needed to get a confession from the very man she never wanted to see again.

"Bring him in, make sure he has triple the amount of cuffs he needs," she stated, her foot tapping nervously.
 
The very same man was now dressed in an orange jumpsuit with a straitjacket on, looking different save for the wire-thin glasses that were placed on his nose. Like Roxanne requested, Christopher was brought in, secured tightly as well as his feet when he was sat down, chaining him to the chair. Even he knew he couldn't escape his bonds, but then again... he didn't need to know.

With a blank expression, his face held a small, almost-normal looking smile as he looked at her. "So soon, Roxy? I thought said a week..? Oh well, we'll just say three days from today, all right?" he said, his tone of voice normal and even.

"What do you need, bitch? I figured the knife would be enough to lock me away."
 
Roxanne kept her eyes low on the folder she was holding, her demeanor calmer than usual as she looked over something, reading calmly making him wait. Not for the reason that she was thinking, but instead for the reason to show who was in charge in the room. Finally, after a moment she stood walking around to lay the photos out of the women he had murdered.

"Remember them, Chris? Do you recall there screams?" Her voice was a smooth almost eerie tone, moving back to her seat she sat calmly leaning forward to look at him. "You see we have enough evidence to put you away for rape and assault, minimum 15 years; but that's not good enough for me..no I want you away for much longer, anyone could have that kind of a knife...I want a confession," she slid back in her chair looking to him.
 
The young man too was calm, waiting for her to stand up and circling him. As she showed him the photos, a smile slowly grew larger with each dead girl shown. "Of course! I also remember the sweet sound of their death rattle as I slit their throats. Now, in my defense, she -" Christopher directed her attention to the most recent girl, the one he had asphyxiated, "was an accident." he said with a tone of utmost seriousness... before his grin returned.

"I meant to use my knife, but she was able to kick it out of my hands! And so I was forced to choke the sweet life out of her; not my proudest moment, but it had to be done!" he exclaimed, gazing at Roxanne as his mind seemed to switch gears as he leaned in across the table. "So... how's my cum treating you? Still wish you had my cock in that tight little pussy?" he whispered before cackling as he hopped in his seat, leaning back as he waited for her reaction.
 
Roxanne turned her nose up at Christopher, the way about he treated the photos sent a chill down her spine, one that only forced her to sit against her chair more. Moving a little farther away from the man that had been the source of her life for all these months, she gave a tight swallow wondering whether she could take listen to his accounts of the murder.

"You bastard, these were young and bright women just starting out in life and you killed them...I'll see to it you die in prison," her statement cold and full of hate. "And don't worry about what's going to happen to me I'm fine, and won't be carrying your baby," she sneered, moving to the door. "Someone get in here and take his statement, I'm done with him."
 
Christopher clicked his tongue in disappointment, "Oh darn. And I was so looking forward to having a kid!" he said with a mock frown. His eyes trailed her as she walked to the door; he could tell that she had gotten her strength back, but the young killer would soon change that...

"No, no... I'll be out, Roxy. Just make sure you're wearing something sexy in three - no, five - days!" he said, smirking as she left and another cop took her place. Christopher easily gave away all of his information. Soon enough, he was brought out of the room, and was then taken to his temporary jail cell.

The next day were fun for him; it was the time that he had his trial, and so he arrived at the courthouse. He was allowed to wear his familiar white dress shirt and black pants, but was still bogged down by chains and handcuffs.
 
The moment she left the room she excused herself from the office, moving to her car she sat for a long time. To her agitation she couldn't help the warm tears trailing down her check. Her make up running despite all she did to silence her pointless tears, "He won't get out," she told herself, her hands gripping tightly to the wheel.

Most of her time after the confession was sitting at a desk working on papers, filing names and evidence for the attorney to use against the man. Making sure everything was to the dot, to ensue that Christopher was put away from a long time and could never carry out his threat to her.

When the day of the trial came Roxanne sat in the rows, keeping herself behind her the lines and as far away from Christopher as she could possibly get. Her eyes trained on the judge and lawyers, doing her best to ignore the man that was on trial.
 
As the trial began, Christopher stifled a yawn when the judge inquired, "What does the defendant plead?"

Instead of his laywer speaking, Christopher looked up and grinned, "Guilty... your Honor," he answered, leaning back and chuckling. Soon enough, as Christopher's attention began to wane, the judge called the only witness and survivor to the stands: Roxanne herself. This sparked his interest, making him sit as he looked at her.
 
Roxanne rose in her seat, setting down her coat on the bench before following the officer to the stand, resting her hand on the bible she mimicked the oath of truth before settling in her chair. Her eyes doing there best to focus on the lawyers, not even bothering to give him a glance. Watching the stations lawyer approach her she remained perfessional, "Ms. Cort, it is my understanding that you have been the leading detective on this case," the stream of questioning began.

Roxanne did her best to answer the questions with yes or no answers, not really wanting to put much detail into what she was saying. Giving Christopher the slightest of glances she soon turned her attention to his lawyer, looking at the woman with a shake of the head. Wondering why she would defend a man that could do such things to woman that were much like herself. "Roxanne can you please tell us what happened on the night in question," her lawyer spoke. Giving a slight nod Roxanne focused on the wood in front of her starting her remembrance of the events.
 
"Heh, good times..." Christopher muttered, heard only by himself as he leaned back and listened to Roxanne's retelling of that night. The young man crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he waited for the story to be over. Amazingly, he kept his mouth shut, though he would pipe every now and then when she mentioned something specific.
 
"Thank you Ms.Cort, you may step down," Roxanne swallowed hard giving a shaken nod at remembering what had happened to her. Her body moving slowly down the stand to head back to her seat, her eyes dropping to the floor as she listened to the judge finish the trial, her heart fluttering when she heard the conviction made clear, a small smile crossing her face.
 
Christopher was not bothered by the judgement at tall; in fact, he expected it to be made easily, especially with his confession of being guilty. The man was surprisingly silent as he was taken out of the room, but he couldn't resist flashing a malicious grin in Roxanne's direction.
 
Looking up to him Roxanne gave him a wicked smile of justice, she watching until she couldn't see him anymore glad to know that the bastard was locked up. Looking down at her coat she felt better, her smile in place putting it on heading out of the court house. "I'm heading home, call if you have anything else on the Maren killers case," she stated to a fellow detective, wanting to get back to life as she knew it.

When she arrived home she stripped out of the formal wear, turning on the heated water to wash away Christopher once and for all. Her thoughts clearing the moment the balmy water touched her chilled skin.
 
It was peaceful for Roxanne for the first four days. Christopher was admitted to the State Penitentiary. The young killer honestly fun while he was there; he had initiated a few fights, and even deterred every "bitch-making" that was pointed at him. Soon everyone knew not to even touch him, which he was glad for.

On the fourth day, Christopher was completely silent as they sent him to his cell, now ready for phase two to begin...

Later that night, it was discovered that Christopher had somehow escaped, leaving five guards dead and it seemed he just walked right out. Using the set of keys he fished off one of the bodies, he used the car and drove away practically scott-free.
 
"What do you mean he got away!" Roxanne shouted, her hands gripping tightly to the cell that she was listening to. She was frantic now, her mind raging with possibility of where he was and what he was doing. Trying to remain calm she tossed her coat on, her hands grabbing hurriedly for her keys. Moving to the door she slipped on her boots, her hands still gripping the phone tightly.

"Fine, just...just wait there I'm on my way," she stated, her voice clearly shaking over the phone. Her only thought that stuck was if he was going to make good on his promise. She hoped that it wasn't going to be the case, taking in a small amount of air she grabbed the handle and pulled. Heading out of her place to find out the whole story.
 
Luckily - but also unfortunately - for her, she didn't have to look far. As she opened the door, Christopher was leaning against the wall and looking down at the floor as he waited for her. His knife was sheathed in his pantline, and a sick smile pulled at his lips.

"Hello, Roxanne... miss me?" he asked, looking up at her through his glasses. Before she could reach for her handgun the young killer moved and slammed into her with his shoulder, pushing her back into her apartment. Once in, he shut the door and locked it, turning to look at the young woman. "Come on." he taunted her.
 
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, her heart seemed to stop as time itself slowed down to look at the man she didn't want to see. Within moments he rushed her making his way into her home, her body moved back as far away from him as she could, her eyes refusing to believe what she was seeing. How could her system fail her? How could he be able to walk out of a high security prison without anyone being able to stop him?

"Stay away from me," she warned, her hand held up in defense while she stumbled around her apartment, searching for the phone that she had just discarded in her rush to leave. If she could call her guys she would at least, if nothing else, get him to leave her alone or run. Seeing the cordless lying on the couch she looked to Christopher before racing for the phone.
 
"No, sorry. I've fantasized about this moment, babe..." Christopher replied, and noticed her eyes flickering towards the phone.

Fortunately for him, his skill with his knife wasn't just limited to slicing. Unsheathing his weapon, he twirled it once before flicking it at the phone. Just before she reached it, the blade struck the phone through the middle, making it useless to her. While she was surprised, the young killer rushed forward and tackled Roxanne to the floor, moving his hand in an attempt to take away her firearm.
 
Roxanne fought against the man to the best of her abilities, her fear driving her to push all her force into getting the weapon from the man. Her face scrunched tight in battle against the large man that had plagued her nightmares for the past week, she couldn't help her shaking. Her body rattling under his in immediate fear and wonder of what would happen if she didn't win, she couldn't deal with the consequences of what would happen to her.
 
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