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You: F21. Please let me know if you are reading - looking for a male to rp a detective/criminal story line

Hi I'm Sarah, I'm 5'10'', my legs make the most of that height, I play volleyball competitively so I am in good shape, I have long dark hair and pale skin, my eyes are auburn. My breasts aren't that big, I get away with not wearing bras if my clothing is thick enough, most of the time I am in sports clothing. My thighs are pretty thick due to the nature of my sport

PROMPT: We have been detective partners in Toronto's police force for 2 years now. We've never expressed feelings for one another but deeply care for each other for a long time now. Our latest case has been a sequence of rapes and murders by an unknown serial killer. I would spend weeks at a time staring at the traumatizing photos, trying to learn more about the killer. I made a break through in the case and wanted to drive to the office to write my report and findings. I never got to the office, that was a week ago. I have been missing ever since... I pull at my wrist restraints that are attached to a water grate above an industrial shower I am in a dirty bra and panties, my hair clinging to my back as he periodically turns on the water to torture me. (Please introduce yourself and continue. I was hoping my partner could at first play the criminal and then the partner that would come and rescue me. Limits: scat, urine, amputation)

Stranger: M 31. I'm reading

You: Thanks

Stranger: (6'1, 190lbs, athletic build, white, short brown hair with neat facial hair, blue eyes. Names Ryan. I'll continue from there as the criminal.)

You: (Perfect!)

Stranger: Your heavy metal wrist restraints clank against the water grate, prompting me to check up on you. Up the stairs, you hear a door open as I make my way to you. Once there, I walk around your mostly naked body, wet from the water trickling down the grate, and only illuminated by the light on the level above you.

Stranger: As every other time you've seen me, I'm wearing my trademark black mask, black jumpsuit, and make sure to stay out of the light when approaching you.

You: I look around at my surroundings, trying to figure out where I am. It's been at least a few days, I can tell he has been busy covering his tracks, making sure that no one finds out where I am. I have access to water but I haven't had much solid food in a while now. My ribs show at my sides more than they used to. I look at my wrists, there is a ring of broken skin and blood where I have been pulling from the cuffs. I pant, scared of what is about the happen.

Stranger: I continue my circle around you silently, inspecting the restraints, seeing if you've made any attempts to escape. Your damp body, forming goosebumps either by the rush of cool air when I opened the door, or by my breathing inside my mask as I get behind you. Behind you, I tug a rope fixed to a pulley on the grate. Nearly pulling you off the ground as you stand there with your hands above your head.

You: I am like a rag doll when he pulls me up, my feet struggling to stay flat with the ground. I wince and groan from the pain in my shoulders from being suspended. I thought I could be strong and fight this somehow but with every minute I am here I am starting to think of myself as a future barrel in another dumping ground. "Don't fucking touch me" I snap

Stranger: I let out a quiet laugh through my mask, as if amused by your reaction. This time I pull the rope with more force, lifting you from the ground as your feet struggle to find the dirty floor you've called home for the last week. I lock the rope in place, keeping you suspended as I walk to a table in front of you where I placed your case files on. To further taunt you, I toss them all on the ground at your feet, the photos and reports within scatter all around you.

Stranger: (I hope you got the last message.)

You: (Yep replying!)

You: I feel sick having to look at the photos and close my eyes. Amber Hoffman, Natalie Pryce... Amanda Scolfield... All dumped in barrels in a lake. I let out shallowe breaths as I try to adjust to the burning pain in my shoulders. "I know where you work, my partner will figure it out too". I groan

Stranger: "Not before you end up like them." I respond with a deep voice, distorted by the mask. By now, you must know your time is running out. Evidence shows that most of these victims were only kept for a couple weeks. Or until I get bored. I again walk around your body, hung by the iron locks on your wrists, before adjusting the rope again. This time lowering you until only your toes reach the ground.

You: I stumble and gasp when I manage to relieve my shoulders from keeping all of my body weight up. My feet are quite cold and discolored by now. I have really been stripped down to just an animal, trying to survive. "You're a pharmacist" I continue "Last name Garette, Byern, or Samid, my guess is on Garette."

Stranger: "Good guesses." I reply coldly while attempting to hide my concern. After all, you were right about me being a pharmacist. I head back to the table, this time to open a box that lies on top. "How about a little game?" I ask with a sinister tone "With each wrong guess, you get something from this box."

You: "I don't like games" I reply sternly. I look at the box, concerned with what a man like this would consider to be fun and entertaining. "You shouldn't have killed all of those girls from your roster of patients. They all had medications at this one location. That's how I figured you out"

Stranger: Annoyed and upset that you had figured that out, I dig in the box and pull out a folding knife before walking up to you. I flick it open and gently slide the edge against your bare pale skin. "And they were easy targets." I boast, before I cut the strap to your dirty bra. Then pulling it off and letting it land at your feet.

You: I try to flinch away but I am very cautious with where he is keeping the knife. One move and my artery is at risk. With my bra off, my breasts are exposed, they are covered in goosebumps with the rest of my body, my nipples are hard and purple from the cold room. My ribs show more too now that my arms are above my head. "I am not your MO, I am way too old for your special treatment"

Stranger: I stand in front of you, scanning you up and down. "You're right, but you have what I want." I say before flicking your hard nipple with my free hand. Then proceeding to cut off your dirty, yet modest looking panties. After I cut the panties off your left hip, they slide down your right leg until they're on the ground with your bra.

You: I bite my tongue, trying to take in the information, trying to cope. My lips shake as I try to continue the conversation "And what is that?" I can't hide my panic well, my chest heaves up and down with every shallow breath

Stranger: "You're vulnerable." I reply shortly, as I look at your naked body as if you're a piece of meat. Your unrestrained legs press together once your panties come off, but they fail to form and sort of cover or protection from my stares.

You: My eyes fill with tears so I close them to not show it. Everything is in pain as I still struggle to find my footing on my toes, when I slip I get increasingly more panicked

Stranger: "You may not be as young and naive as the last ones, but you'll make for some decent rape material." I go on to elaborate, before walking behind you. I lift the rope up slightly higher, though you can just barely reach the floor with your toes. I watch on as you struggle, like you're putting on a show for me.

You: (I have to go soon, would you want to continue on discord?)

Stranger: (I'd like that.)

Stranger: (Also, how much longer would you like this phase of the roleplay to go?)

You: (Depends, do you wish for it to go longer?)

You: (We can time skip to after he is done with me too)

Stranger: (I'm thinking another week of torment would do your character some good)

Stranger: And my discord is Snarv#8982

You: (Sure! Then feel free to time skip when necssary one sec brb)

Stranger: (You got it!)

You: I thought I could bare it, I thought I could fight him off somehow, stop him from touching me. The more he lets me dangle from the ceiling like a prize the more panicked I get. Another few minutes and I am a sobbing mess, twitching and crying, my shoulders burning from the weight of my body.