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It had been a long day for Kay Mullone. Court had been the usual dull procession of bail applications and preparing groundwork for various cases. She had worked hard to get to where she was today, but sometimes she had to ask herself if it had been worth it. A day spent playing the game for a bunch of criminals…. Was that all she amounted to? Things were looking up though. She had managed to land a case, which did look far more interesting. The illegal shooting of a seedy club manager, a man called Simons. That in itself was not the main reason of interest here. What was interesting was that nobody was exactly sure who had done the shooting. All that had been found out thus far was that it had something to do with the police, but they weren't saying anything about it, even her most trusted contacts. All that she had been told by them was that they did not know what was going on and they, and her too, should not want to know. The thrill of the chase was her overriding cause in this case. From what she had discovered about Simons, the world was probably a better place for his passing. It had something to do with a woman, as it had occurred in her flat. She had long since vanished. What peeked her interest was who had done the deed? If they were official, then why were they so difficult to pin down? Kay pondered this question as she rode home in her taxi, ready for a Friday night of relaxation and maybe watching a "Friends" DVD with a bottle of wine. "Some high flying party life." She thought to herself as the taxi parked up outside her front door.
Diary Friday 5th 19:30 "Dear diary, it has been a long time in the planning but tonight I begin. So long I have spent planning all of this, it now burns in the pit of my stomach as I wait for my plan to become real. I do not know if I will be alive to see it through to the end, but that is the way things go. Artists as myself are never fully understood or valued until they are long gone. Such is the injustice of life. Talking of injustice, my opening playmate could not be more ironic. I give you Kay Mullone. A jobbing solicitor, now finally given a case that she can make something of herself with. Thing is, to do it, she will have to tear down the walls of people who let the public sleep safer at night. Where is the justice in that? Does she have no conscience? Creature of habit. Here she is now, always within two minutes of home time. I'll give her ten minutes or so to make herself at home and then I think I will pay her a call…. Make her see what real justice is."
A ringing doorbell cruelly
interrupted her snooze. In a way, she was glad of the interruption.
Kay hauled herself off the sofa and answered the door. She did not recognize
the man in front of her, but fear suddenly gripped her. It was not the
demeanor of the man; it was something in his eyes. Something cold and
threatening. Kay pulled back and tried to slam the door, but it was
already too late. He was in her house, bearing down on her. Kay tried
to run, but did not make it far. She felt a huge, crushing blow into
her back, knocking the air out of her. Kay stumbled and fell onto the
same sofa she had been sat on so cozily only minutes before. She raised
an arm to ward off her attacker, but to no avail. His next blow knocked
her clean out. Kay slumped back, unconscious.
Diary Friday 5th 20:30 Well, what can I say? How easy was that? The butterflies in my stomach rose as I rang the doorbell. As soon as she answered the door, I knew I had crossed the Rubicon; there was no going back. She must have seen the look on my face, the way she drew back. I was ready for her though. As she ran back, I aimed a punch straight into her back. She fell down, gasping for breath. I finished her off mercifully with another punch. Now she was mine. I got to work quickly. I hauled her onto her coffee table and began the job of painting my rainbow. First
her legs to the legs of the coffee table, then her hands. That made
sure she was not going anywhere. I decided to tape her mouth closed
and blindfold her to increase the fright she felt. After all, it would
not matter either way if she saw my face or not. Not by the end of the
night."
Kay came round, her head swimming in unconsciousness and a pain in her temple from where she had been struck. She opened her eyes and could not see anything except black. Slowly she moved her right hand to her head, but it was stopped short. It took her a moment to realize that her hand was tethered to something. In panic, Kay tried to get up, but realized she was held firmly. Kay tried to cry out, but only then realized that she was also gagged. No sound, other than a muffled grunt could escape the gag. Not enough to cry out for help. Blindfolded as she was, she had no way of knowing if she was alone or not, or even where she was. Kay struggled to get free, but eventually she grew tired and lay still.
Diary Friday 5th 21:35 "She has put up a good fight. I wondered what had been going through her mind? Shame I will not get the chance to ask her. Watching her struggle has been good so far, but she seems to have given up. Maybe I will give her a little pick me up. I have a great idea."
Kay felt her blouse being undone. He was still there with her and was undressing her. Kay struggled to get away from his probing hands, but could not get away far enough, bound as she was. Kay struggled for all her might, but knew there was no way out. She began to feel desperate and began to sob to herself, as panic and indignation gave way to pure fear. Kay knew there was no way out, no way of getting away. All was lost, how could it have turned out this way? Her captor carried on playing with her, toying with her as a cat does with a mouse.
Diary November 6th 00:00 "How she struggled as I undid her blouse. Even so, after a while, all the fight went out of her. All that was left for me to was finish the canvas. After toying with her some more, I placed the rope around her neck. She struggled frailly, exhausted as she was, but I think she knew it was over. Red
is complete….. hear my song"
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