Sitting in his police cruiser. Constable Deputy Frank Houser sits outside an old mill. Once used to process lumber now sat dormant and quite spooky after fifteen years.
Frank has been on the job for twelve years. Becoming a well-regarded figure in the police station. He was here now to check on fellow officers. Bethany Pierce had been on the job two maybe three years. She had been his partner for most of those three years until the powers that be decided to split them up.
Her last transmission had reported she was going to investigate some suspicious activity inside the mill. Getting out of his car Frank checks his pistol before sliding the gun back into his holster. Pulling his flashlight out.
Frank descends into the mill holding the light. Frank held his breath looking around struggling to maintain his calm. Drawing the pistol Frank decided this was not a good situation. The old mill had about one hundred drafts blowing air through making creepy whistling feelings.
In his time as an officer almost every night he felt a cold prickly feeling. Gripping his gun and flashlight. He walks around using the light to see everything. A small creak caught his attention raising the gun. A shotgun blast struck over his shoulder. Raising the gun Frank fires back striking the darkness.
Screams of pain and agony made Frank rush forward looking down to see the perpetrator was now holding his shoulder. Rolling him over.
“Dispatch Car thirteen I have a suspect in custody need backup and ambulance hurry†getting off the radio. Frank steps forward looking around trying to find some other clue to find Bethany.
Descending the stairs. Frank began to hear what sounded like women’s muffled voices in the basement. Descending the stairs his eyes go wide as he sees a young woman wearing a blue bra and a pair of blue and lace panties her arms and legs cruelly bound with silver tape. Raising the flashlight to her head he could see a girl brown hair. Her eyes wincing from the lights. Frank lowers the lamp and crouches down cutting the binds off
“Miss you are gonna be okay, there was another officer here is she okay?â€
“Mhm... omphf hmmphf†the girl nudges her head towards the corner with a whine or whimper. Looking over through the flashlight he looks down in the corner to see a woman wearing thick ankle-high socks wearing dark practical black panties and a thick black sports bra kneeling in a corner.
“Betsy†Frank speaks and the form makes a strange squeak before Frank leans down and lowers the flashlight. Looking to the girl's eyes Betsy’s red hair tied up tight in a thick bun. Her big blue eyes expanded by the silver tape sealing her mouth.
“You are okay I got you†a tear came to her eye before she let out a quiet sob.
one hour earlier.
The middle of the graveyard shift. Bethany Pierce had received a call in regards to activity by the Mill. Calling into dispatch saying she was going to investigate. She did not bother waiting for backup.
Expecting it to be childish pranksters or foolish thrill-seekers. She took her flashlight and begin to walk inside. There were no flashlights but a hundred and one weird noises inside. Walking down the stairway Bethany found her breath had slowed. But her heart only quickened feeling the blood pulsing to her ears.
Coming to a staircase she stops to hear what sounds like a shriek. Echoing from the basement she looks down seeing only darkness. She turns the flashlight down that direction. While all she could see was the stairs she rushes around down the staircase.
Coming to the basement scanning the room with her light she catches the sight of a girl taped to a small fold-out chair. The girl's mouth was taped shut her green eyes large and rounded with fear.
“It is alright I will have you out in a minute†kneeling down she goes to cut her bonds when the pump of a shotgun catches her mind.
“Stand still and keep your hands visibleâ€
“How can you see it is dark†Bethany speaks before feeling a hard smack against her head. Falling forward she feels a mans boot against her rump.
“When I let go you will undo your belt buckle and disarm your gun belt then you can stand, to strip†Bethany looks up from the concrete floor.
“Just stay calm okay, I will do it†the man removed his boot to step back. Sitting to her knees she began to remove her gun belt and toss it aside. Beginning to unbutton her blouse before throwing the shirt aside.
“Now undo the bulletproof bra†rolling her eyes Bethany pulls it off and sets it beside her shirt. Standing up she began by pulling her pants down pulling her boots off with them. Breathing heavily.
Her athletic body now stands wearing her dark underwear awaiting the man to proceed.
“Face that corner and keep your hands behind your backâ€
approaching steadily she walks an inch or two from the wall trying to calm her breath. Before she feels a pair of coarse work gloves grab her by her arm pulling her back and beginning to peel tape over her wrists. Then her elbows before turning her around. The perpetrator stood wearing a bandito style bandana over his nose.
Sitting Bethany down he taped her ankles and knees. Before using an oil-covered rag he stuffs her mouth and presses the tape to her lips wrapping it around her mouth and head.
“That should hold until I can figure what the hell to do with youâ€
the Perpetrator walks away. Leaving Betsy to squirm and wiggle fighting to pull her binds off. Sadly the darkness had not allowed her to see anything except two little cracks in the walls. Allowing what little moonlight passes through. Trying to find her belt she began to wiggle around. Calling to the girl trying to speak through her gag.
As she wiggles forward attempting to find her belt or get through to the girl. The woman in the chair now sat her head stumped forward pitifully moaning her eyes closed as if sobbing.
“Hey!†the perpetrator snarls marching forward she heard him grab something metallic. Before her eyes grew wide to see the chain. In his hand. Wrapping it around her neck Bethany’s eyes were wide before the perpetrator threw her back into the corner before winding the chain around a metal pole using a D link to lock it in place.
“This should keep you in place. You stupid twit†the perpetrator snarls. Marching away. Bethany began to sob helplessly. Shamelessly embarrassed why did she not wait. For backup.
Present.
Two ambulances come one to take the perpetrator escorted by fellow officers of course. The second to look over the two victims. Seventeen-year-old Rebecca Birnbaum had been abducted the morning before.
Her parents had filed a report at six pm that night. While Frank was going to get questioned for his shooting the suspect no one doubted the brass would kick up a fuss.
Frank himself decided to go see how Betsy Pierce was doing. Seeing her wrapped in a blanket with an ambulance medic.
“Hey Betsyâ€
“You know I hate being called that†Bethany spoke with a small growl in her throat while Frank simply shook his head.
“Just like I hate when my trainees fail to follow my instruction given to protect themselves and those under their protection†Betsy began to pout with a look of sadness. Her pride had been damaged and she had been scared what she needed right now was a comforting feeling.
Sitting down on the opposite side of er Frank put an arm around her.
“Don’t worry you’ll get him next time kid†Betsy looks to Frank a smile brimming their faces. Frank stands up and walks over to another officer collecting evidence.
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