Wild Stories – In Killers Hands

Beneath her bra, a USB drive held the syndicate’s fate. Natalie, poised to deliver justice, walked toward the door, unaware that a killer awaited with rope coiled tight in his hand. Her strangled gasp was swallowed by the tightening cord as he wrestled her down. “It’s done,” he reported, ice in his voice.
“Strip her,” the boss commanded. “Make her look like a prostitute.” Photos captured Natalie’s violated form – a cruel display of power. Her captor lingered on her exposed breasts before extracting the drive. “What a sexy cop you were,” he murmured, dragging her back onto the bed. “Such a waste.” More photographs followed, authority twisted into mockery. Two shots to her chest and belly ended Natalie’s fight in an intimately brutal tableau: spread-eagled, eyes wide open, badge and gun like offerings on her stomach – a final, gruesome testament for the city’s blue line.