The Jennifer Case

It was dark. And damp.

Jennifer thought. It was close to midnight. The cold breeze hitting her as she stood in the sidewalk in some almost dark alley and with how tight her black mini dress is, she's really going to freeze if she stays there for another couple of minutes. Her long untied red hair was barely keeping the cold away from her naked back. Thanks, backless dress.

And god! The water leaking from some pipe in the building near her really grossed her out. Especially since it's falling into that dirty pile of garbage lying around.

"God, what happened to not littering?" Jennifer muttered as she tried to keep herself warm by rubbing her arms. She sighed. Frustrated with how she became.

Fucked up life and fucked up work. Jennifer stated in her mind. She knew she'd be in this line of job for a long time. A very long time if worst comes to worst that is. Real life when you're from the orphanage who basically throws orphans out when they turned eighteen coupled with other things such as not having enough money to support her and having to drop out of a public highschool since she can't even afford that really fucked her up. No one in this town will employ her because of some over the top requirements.

"Fucking job requirements. Why can't I work just because I did not graduate highschool? I want to work to finish highschool, assholes." She angrily muttered. Because of how hard life is, she can barely afford to finish public highschool since despite being eighteen years old, she does not have the means to. Who says you can work during legal age when you're in this town who has some high stuff requirement?

"Hey, red hair. You free, right now?" Jennifer looked up immediately, stopping her rants from the society she grew up to. She saw a man inside a car, windows slightly rolled down. She walked onto it immediately, leaning and showing some of her cleavage.

She twirled her hair, trying to look seductive to her prospective client. "Yup, hon. Do you need some company for the night?" She asked sweetly. The man, however, did not answer but instead opened the car. She hopped as fast as she could, hoping to be free from the cold and also not to lose this client. She knew better than to let them wait, especially when they can find some other girls in the street who are also in dire need of a customer.

"So.. where are we going, hon?" Jennifer asked when they passed by some motels on the way. The blinding signs of those motels has made it really impossible for it to go unnoticed. "Not a fan of talking, huh? Well, just know I'm up for something. Whatever you're thinking of and wherever."

There is no need to be picky or act modestly if you're trying to feed yourself. That's Jennifer's motto.

***

It was dark and damp.

That was the first thing that Jennifer noticed when she woke up, bound in bed and naked. She didn't notice that she had fallen asleep. Well, all the nights she spent staying up late and staying on the cold sidewalk would really make her fall asleep the moment she sat in that man's car.

Despite being tied up, she was not scared. Most of the guys she got onto with were fans of BDSM. It was rather common, with other girls she got friends talking about it most often. She never had an opportunity to experience it though until tonight that is. They were talking about how good it is so she's really looking forward to this. Well, not really.

"You're up." the man stated. He walked down from the stairs. She noticed that his face was covered up with some sort of mask she saw on robbers in movies.

"Yes. So, BSDM? Should we use some safewords or what?" Jennifer asked, still smiling and trying to lighten up the mood when minutes go by without the man talking. He was busy fumbling something on the wall located in front of the end of the bed.

"Hmm, sure. How about, you know, stop?" the man stated, finally looking at her. Jennifer was stunned. He looked like someone who's not the type to pick up some prostitutes like herself. He was the type that prostitutes tried to have.

"Yeah, sure. Sure." Jennifer uttered.

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Click.

The photographer took some photos. They wore this white suite as they took photos of the place.

And the body.

Detective Mikael gazes at the victim's body. It was dismembered. Several of its limbs were gone. But not hidden, rather it was in the body. On the victim's mouth and on the genitalia. It was grotesque. It was inhumane.

As if it was some sort of trophy everyone needs to see, the body was put on top of the garbage lying around. The leaking pipes did not help as the blood dripped all other garbage bags onto the pavement. And the eyes, the eyes were stuffed on the victim's mouth which they would have not been found this early if not for the blood dripping on the victim's mouth. Both pairs were stuffed into her mouth, forcefully stuffed. It looked somewhat squished. And that did not help at all. And the word 'flameofgod' carved onto her head made it really too messed up.

What the culprit did was inhumane but that word carved on the victim's head? It made it seem like it was not a random killing and rather something that was done to mock the god.

"Do we have a name for the victim?" Mikael asked. One of the officers with him turned some of his small notebook's pages.

"Uhm.. Jennifer Ramirez. She's been a prostitute for about a year now. She was last seen..uhm.."

"Where?" Mikael asked. The officer gulped and looked at where he was. He was getting irritated. Murders kept happening in this province. He asked to be transferred here for some peace but that's far from happening right now. Who would even terrorize this town? Most of the citizens were seniors for Pete's sake!

"Uhm, right where you were standing, Sir." Mikael closed his eyes. His composure was this close to being nonexistent. He sighed and stepped from where he was standing, going near the road. As if sensing that he's been on edge lately and is nowhere near in a good mood, the officer dropped something. A lead. "Sir, we have found something. It was brought to our attention by Phil that the murder patterns have some similarities with a book published online."

"Book?"

"Yes, sir." The officer answered.

"Are you fucking kidding me, right now?"

"No, sir!" The officer answered immediately. He took his phone and typed something before he showed it to Mikael.

A Macabre Series of Murders.

"The modus operandi of the killer matched all those that was written here, Sir. In order of the chapters released. And we think that the author's name is also what made it connected to our case."

Mikael glanced at the screen once again and froze.

A Macabre Series of Murders by flameofgod