Masked Malice
Lena walked down the chilly street, alone in a long coat and with an earpiece. After looking and strolling for a while, she asked her team, frustrated: “Still no signs. Guys, you copy?”
“Copy, Lena. ” Her partner responded: “We’ve got eyes on you and most of the street.”
“Just a tad more patience.” This was her sergent: “He had a record of attacking both couples and women alone in these places. It should work this time.”
Lena continued walking, she almost reached the darkest and most narrow part of the streets. Though she had been trained and was actually armed, she still became worried. If the notorious attacker was to come out here, her team would have a hard time backing her up. Hopefully she would not need lethal force, because she had none right now.
There was a shuffle in the bushes by the street, twigs broke and leaves cracked. Under the dim street light, a slightly chubby shadow emerged. Lena immediately reached for her pepper spray and her taser: “Who’s there?!”
An obviously intentional low and ominous growl responded to her, and the shadow revealed its face as it came closer: a man in a full body latex suit, even his face was almost fully covered by a reflective latex mask with Xs on the eye holes and open zippers on his mouth hole. There were zippers all over his body suit, as if they were some kind of scars.
“Stop! Stop right there!” Lena shouted. The notorious attacker took the bait, and now she just needed her team to get here and not let him get away.
“Grrrr…” The Gimp Man walked towards her with his arms extended forward, like a perverted zombie.
Lena fired her taser. The wired darts landed on the left and right chests of the man, and the sound of electric sparks exploded in the quiet night. But his movement was interrupted but for a mere moment. It was the latex.
“Back off!” Lena pulled out her pepper spray and sprayed the burning liquid all over the man’s eye and mouth holes almost at point blank range. Then she took advantage of his unprotected legs and landed a forceful kick between them.
The Gimp Man fell onto the ground, crying, yelling and strangely, laughing in pain as he rolled on the ground. His voices were so loud, that Lena did not think her announcement of her being a cop registered with him.
After a few seconds, the man writhing in pain turned and looked Lena straight in the eyes, even though his were swollen and full of tears, his hands lifted from his crotch area. A bulging object crawled out from between the legs and slowly grew thicker under the latex.
“Please.” The Gimp Man whimpered, coughed and heaved: “Again. None of them would do that to me. Again!”
“Wha - what?” Lena frowned, her hand still holding her badge, though she was not sure the man could even see it at all.
“Please! AGAIN!” The Gimp Man flailed his arms and legs on the ground with visible enthusiasm like he was trying to make a snow angel: “Again! Please! AGAIN!”
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