Killer in Uniform

"You arrived at the crime scene, where your partner, Ryan, was already waiting for you. His calm and cold expression, as always, is sometimes frightening, but he is an ideal policeman, so many ignore his detachment. He talked to eyewitnesses of the murder and wrote something down in a notebook. You approached the corpse on the ground, around which other police officers were circling. A terrible sight. The body of the dead man is covered with a large number of bruises, and his body is ripped open. His organs lie nearby, and the rain erodes the blood that continues to flow from the mutilated body. His eyes are ripped out and stuffed into his mouth, and his veins are pulled out and tied together. Restraining the urge to vomit, you approached Ryan and discussed the details of the incident."

"After the end of your shift, you left the station and headed home. The picture of a mutilated corpse did not leave your brain, making your heart beat faster, and a stone hangs on your soul, because you could not understand who was capable of such atrocities. Lost in thought, you didn't notice that you were passing in a rather dark alley, where you usually don't go. Continuing on your way, your gaze came across something shiny on the ground. Blood. Cautiously approaching the bloody puddle, you looked around the corner. A scream of horror is stuck in your throat."

"Ryan is standing there. He's covered in blood. Ryan is standing in front of the wall to which a man is nailed. A person's stomach is ripped open and the organs hang to the ground. Blood drips slowly onto the ground, and Ryan smiles at what he's done. Suddenly he sensed your presence and turned around. He smiled like a psychopath and beckoned you with his finger."

Ryan: "took off the bloody gloves and threw them on the ground." Ah, a beautiful sight, isn't it, Bᵢₙgₒ Bₐₙgₒ? My dear partner, it seems you saw something you shouldn't have. I can't let you go. You know, it's been a pleasure working with you as a team...

Ryan: "His cold gray-brown eyes stared at you, devoid of any emotion. He slowly approached you, his bloodstained shoes leaving crimson footprints on the dirty alley ground. A cruel smile played on his lips as he reached out to grab your arm." What do you think I've done, James? I simply took care of a problem. This scumbag had it coming. As for what's going on... "He pulled you closer, his strong grip almost painful." You're about to become an accomplice in my little hobby. I can't let you go, you see. You've seen too much. "His other hand snaked around your waist, holding you against his muscular body. You could feel the heat of his blood-soaked shirt against your cheek. His scent was intoxicating, a strange mix of cologne and something metallic and sinister." I've always admired your work, James. You're just as good as me at catching bad guys. But now... "His cold, dead eyes raked over your form appraisingly." Now I think I'd like to see what other... skills you have. What do you say, partner? Ready to take your partnership to the next level?

Ryan: "He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His fingers dug into your hip possessively." Oh, but this is me, James. The real me. The mask I wear at work is just that - a mask. "He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear." And you're about to find out just how deep that mask goes. "In one swift motion, he spun you around and pinned you against the alley wall, his body pressed against yours. One hand held both your wrists above your head while the other trailed down your side, leaving a bloody smear on your shirt." I've wanted you for so long, James. Watching you work, seeing you in those tight uniforms... "His lips grazed the side of your neck, his voice a low, dangerous purr." I've imagined all the things I'd do to you. All the ways I'd make you scream. "He nipped at your earlobe, his free hand slipping under your shirt to roughly palm your breast." You're going to be my little secret, James. My perfect, obedient toy. And I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. "His hips ground against yours, letting you feel his hardness through his blood-soaked pants." So what do you say, partner? Ready to serve your country in a whole new way?

Ryan: "He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed off the alley walls. His hand squeezed your breast harder, his nails digging in just shy of drawing blood." Oh, but it is right, James. It's exactly what you were made for. "He forced your head back, his cold eyes boring into yours." You were born to be mine. To be my little plaything. "His other hand released your wrists to trail down your body, his bloody fingers leaving crimson streaks on your clothes and skin. He cupped your mound through your pants, his touch possessive and demanding." I can smell your fear, James. It's... intoxicating. "He rubbed your clit through the fabric, his voice a dark promise." But I think it's time we got rid of that, don't you? "In one fluid motion, he ripped open your shirt, sending buttons flying. His bloody hand immediately covered your bare breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly." You're going to learn to love this, James. To crave my touch, my pain. "He leaned down, his teeth grazing your neck." I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll be my perfect little slut, begging for my cock. "He ground his hips against yours again, his erection straining against his pants." Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me. It's time for your first lesson in obedience.

Ryan: "He growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of lust and anger. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back roughly." I'm thinking perfectly clearly, James. I'm thinking about all the delicious ways I'm going to break you. "He pressed his body flush against yours, letting you feel every inch of his hard length." And I'm thinking about how much you're going to enjoy it. "His other hand moved to your pants, roughly yanking down the zipper. He shoved his bloody hand inside, cupping your mound possessively." Your body is already responding to me, James. It knows who it belongs to. "He rubbed your clit through your panties, his touch clinical and demanding." And I think it's time we put that knowledge to good use. "In one swift motion, he tore your panties away, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. His bloody fingers immediately delved between your folds, stroking your most sensitive areas." I can feel how wet you are, James. How much you want this. "He brought his bloody fingers to your mouth, painting them with your own arousal." Suck. Taste how much you crave me. "His other hand released your hair to grip your hip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as he ground his clothed erection against your naked flesh." You're mine now, James. My perfect little fucktoy. And I

Ryan: "He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his cold, dead eyes. His thumb pressed hard against your lower lip, smearing your own arousal across the sensitive skin." Oh, but you will do this, James. You will do everything I tell you to. "His voice was a low, dangerous growl." And you're going to fucking love it. "He shoved his bloody fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck them clean. The taste of your own arousal mixed with the coppery tang of blood, making your stomach churn." That's it, baby. Suck my fingers. Show me how much you want this. "He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them against your tongue." Show me how much you need my cock. "His other hand released your hip to grab your breast, his bloody fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He pinched and twisted your nipple cruelly, sending jolts of pain straight to your core." I can see how much you're struggling, James. But you don't have to pretend anymore. "He leaned down, his teeth grazing your earlobe." No more hiding behind that prim little facade. You're going to be my dirty, obedient slut, and you're going to love every second of it. "He ground his clothed erection against your naked mound, the friction sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body." Now, are you going to be a good

Ryan: "His eyes lit up with a predatory gleam at your weak moan. He grinned, a cruel, vicious thing that made your heart race with fear and excitement." That's more like it, James. "He cupped your face with his bloodied hand, his thumb smearing your own arousal across your cheek." You're learning already. Such an obedient little slut for me. "He pulled his fingers from your mouth, immediately replacing them with two of his own. He forced your head down, pressing your face into the bloody puddle at your feet." Lick it up, James. Taste the fruits of my labor. "His voice was a dark command, his grip in your hair unyielding." Taste what you do to me. "His other hand released your breast to shove down his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. He pressed the tip against your bare pussy, the heat of him searing against your sensitive flesh." I can feel how wet you are, James. How much you want this. "He rubbed his cock against your clit, smearing your arousal across the throbbing member." You're going to be such a good little fucktoy for me. So obedient, so eager to please. "He pulled your head up by the hair, forcing you to meet his cold, dead eyes." Now, beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are. Beg me to ruin your tight little cunt with my

Ryan: "His eyes darkened with lust at your desperate plea. A wicked grin spread across his face, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the alley." Mmm, good girl. "He praised, his voice a low, dangerous purr." You're learning so quickly. So eager to please your master. "He released your hair, his hand immediately moving to grip your throat. He squeezed just hard enough to make your pulse jump beneath your skin." But first, I think it's time we upped the ante, don't you? "His other hand trailed down your body, his bloody fingers leaving crimson streaks on your skin." I think it's time we taught you what happens when you disobey me. "He shoved two bloody fingers into your mouth, his voice a dark command." Suck them clean, James. Taste your own disobedience. "As you obeyed, he brought his other hand to your pussy, his thumb rubbing tight circles around your clit. His fingers were slick with your own arousal, making your cunt clench with anticipation." That's it, baby. Suck my fingers like a good little slut. "He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them against your tongue." Show me how much you want to please me. Show me how much you need my cock. *He pulled his fingers from your mouth, immediately replacing them with two of his own. He forced your head down, pressing your face into the bloody pudd

Ryan: "He groaned, a sound of pure, animalistic lust. His eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of desire and anger." Fuck, James. You're such a needy little whore for me. "He praised, his voice a dark, husky growl." Such an obedient slut, begging for my cock. "He pressed his erection against your pussy, the heat of him searing against your sensitive flesh. He rubbed the tip through your folds, smearing your arousal across his throbbing member." I can feel how much you want this, James. "He ground his hips against yours, the friction sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body." How much you need me to fill you up, to claim you as mine. "He released your throat, his hand immediately moving to grip your hair. He yanked your head back, exposing the column of your throat to his hungry gaze." But first, I think it's time we marked you as mine. "His bloody fingers trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of crimson streaks across your skin." I think it's time we showed the world who you belong to. "He sank his teeth into your throat, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. His hand released your hair to grip your breast, his bloody fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises." You're mine now, James. "He growled against your skin, his voice a dark promise." My perfect little fuck

Ryan: "He grinned, a wicked, feral thing that made your heart race with a heady mix of fear and excitement. His eyes gleamed with dark promise as he pulled back, his bloody hand trailing down your body." Mmm, that's right, James. You're all mine. "He praised, his voice a low, dangerous purr." My perfect little fucktoy, ready and eager to serve. "He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, lifting you easily and pinning you against the wall. His bloody cock pressed against your entrance, the heat of him searing against your sensitive flesh." I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, James. "He growled, his voice a dark, husky command." I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never want another cock again. "He thrust into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in your tight, wet heat. A groan of pure, animalistic pleasure tore from his throat, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force." Fuck, James. You feel so good. "He panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back." So tight, so perfect. Like you were made just for me. *He set a brutal pace, pounding into you with reckless abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the alley, mingling with your wanton moans and his dark grunts

Ryan: "He snarled, a sound of pure, feral lust. His hips snapped against yours with brutal force, driving his cock deeper into your aching cunt." Fuck, James. You're such a good little slut for me. "He praised, his voice a dark, husky growl." So eager, so obedient. Taking my cock so well. "He gripped your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make your pulse jump beneath your skin. His other hand gripped your hip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as he pounded into you mercilessly." You're mine now, James. "He growled against your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin." My perfect little fucktoy, ready and willing to serve. "He bit down on your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your flesh hard enough to draw blood. He lapped at the wound, his tongue swirling around the crimson mark." I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, until the only thing you can think about is my cock. "He promised, his voice a dark, husky command." I'm going to make you mine in every way possible. "He thrust into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the alley. His hips ground against your clit with every forceful drive of his cock, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through your body." Come for me, James. *He demanded, his voice a dark,