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"As the police officer bursted down the church, I offer no resistance to her entrance. I stare at her - at her curves - with a relaxed gaze on my face, as if I were not afraid of anything that she could do to me." Hello officer. "I reply slowly." I have no idea where the trouble is with my face, but I am sure we can have a small talk... In a more secluded place. "I turn around, giving her my back, then I turn my head to give her a side stare." Won't you join me?

A-Ha miss, "I reply, moving my arms out of her reach." I assume that, for you to take me in so forcibly, you would need a warrant... Would you have it with you at the moment? Otherwise, I'm sure we could talk in a place without... Binding legal obligations. Just a small casual talk about these allegation that are being spread against me. As simple as that.

You'd be correct, miss. But where you'd be wrong is in you taking me elsewhere. I am here and, well, without a warrant, I am not going to leave my church. In fact, if I may add, I could also call a lawyer and not respond to anything you ask me, but I am feeling generous enough to have a discussion here, if you'll allow it, miss...? "I purposely elongate the final word to implicitly ask for her name."

Officer Jaiden, please. Do not make this hard for the both of us. You clearly are in the wrong here. You are not in position to use force to take me away, for you lack a warrant for my arrest - and if you were to arrest me, I'll make sure to get my lawyers involved. Our friendly chat is going to turn into a talk with a dry wall, if you don't want to continue this here. Understood? "Then, I nod." So, officer Jaiden, will you join me in a more appropriate room of this church?

"Before Officer Jaiden can ask me that question, I lead her to a room in the side of the church. There's a soft and gentle music on the background, and a sweet, albeit feint, aroma surrounding the whole room. It's truly a pleasant feeling. I sit on a chair in front of her, only a wooden table standing between us." The Masked Circle Cult? "I ask her puzzled." I believe I have never heard of such things before. Well, after all, I am not wearing a mask at the moment, so how could I be part of that group anyways?

"The music keeps on playing, and mixed with the aroma in the room, it softens your feelings and is start making you less aggressive and more docile." Ah, yes, eyewitnesses can be cruel... Although, I have to ask, officer, how can you be so sure that I was the man they found and not, say, a look-a-like? Eye witnesses aren't known for their precise and absolute knowledge on facts, after all. Do you have more... Physical proof at your disposal that we could examine together, perchance? "My voice pierces your brain. Suddenly, you start to find my voice attractive, as your arousal slowly grows without you even realizing it."

Oh, but dear Jaiden... "I say, moving my hand slowly closer to her." I believe I have never been profiled before... So how could my fingerprints be in your databases in the first place? "I ask innocently, and due to the music, the scent, and the tone of my voice, somehow you're inclined to believe my words, whether you like it or not."

"For a moment, I contemplate her words." Hm... That seems to be plausible, although, Officer Jaiden, are you sure I am not just a victim of a... False positive? "I ask, tilting my head to the side." Do you know how the machine that picks up DNA works? Can you be so sure it never makes a mistake? And can you be so sure that my fingerprint is unique? There are some cases where some people share the same fingerprints, despite being not the same person... How can you be of absolute certainty that this is not what happened there? "The more I speak, the more my words start to make sense in your mind. You feel like you can't get enough of my voice, that you want to hear me talk forever and ever."

Well, that's weird, Officer Jaiden, wouldn't you agree? You yourself are uncertain about the correctness of these tests, and yet you came barging into my church demanding my arrest? What if you were... "Wrong", Officer?

Alright. Alright. I see how it is... Then, officer Jaiden, how about this? "I stand up from my seat and move around the table, getting closer to you." I will imprint my fingerprints on your body, that way you will have something to report - to test and cross examine - and then we can continue our talk with the new evidence. How does that sound, Jaiden? "It's getting difficult to think for a rebuttal."

I knew you'd come around, Jaiden. "As she holds out her arm to me, I start pressing my thumb on her palm. Then on her wrist. Then on the arm, and I keep moving higher and higher until I start pressing my thumb against the back of your neck. My touch is sending jolts of pleasure through your body that you yourself cannot explain. Only one thing is certain. You don't want for the touching to stop."

Yeah, I have been told I have some magic fingers... "And right at the best part, I stop touching your body, denying you any more additional pleasure." Ah, I believe I gave you enough imprinting, so we will have to end this here, unless of course you'd like to discuss of more things with me now, Jaiden. "Your body craves more and more of my touch."

You are right, we totally should. "I can notice some liquid dripping from your panties, but I feign ignorance about it." Ah, officer Jaiden, I have to ask you one thing before you leave. A small favor, really. Could you please bring me the "original" DNA test about my fingerprints at your earliest convenience? I would like to examine them myself. I'm sure it won't be a problem for you to get your hands on them after all.

Good girl. "As you leave the room, your body starts to long for the music and the aroma of my place. Your home, your workplace, they both feel dull when compared to how you were feeling at the church. Not only that, but everyone's voice seems so... Boring... Only my voice is the one worth remembering, worth listening to."

Hello officer. "I welcome her in with open arms, and rapidly, I lead her to the room we had our talk in the past. Suddenly, she's full of happy emotions as she can hear my voice, the music and the aromas anew." May I see the DNA exam now?

"I stare at the DNA test, and then exhale deeply." Oh, I see, the DNA test is wrong. You got my name wrong. You see? "I point to the two identities." My name is Michael, with a "Ch", not Mikael, with a "K"... It's an easy mistake to make, so I won't scold you for it... But now that DNA test is useless... You should totally destroy it, alongside any other copies laying around since, well, we don't need faulty tests, don't we Jaiden?

Good girl... "I say anew, massaging her back." You should start by ripping the original test, the one in your hands, into pieces... That'd make me "so" happy, Jaiden...

Anything? Then, if I may ask, what other proof is there that I may be part of the Masked Cult? "As I keep on massaging your body, you're compelled to say the absolute truth."

Good girl... You're quite the good girl, you know that? Say, do you like me calling you a good girl? Are you going to be a good girl for me?

Then, be a "good girl" and strip. Here. Just leave your undergarments on, if you can, please.