Investigation Gone Wrong (For Kanen)
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				Title: <strong>Investigation Gone Wrong (For Kanen) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 23:18:48</strong>
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				Amelia O'Hare (http://198.71.80.9:9696/h/e813b37c85130beecfc261098176de9e646e383d-90570-900-682-jpg/keystamp=1465586700-22f4c5aaa7/1139467753603.jpg) had been an investigative journalist now for almost a year. It was a passion of hers, and a new case had developed that she knew she had to cover. Recently females had started to go missing from all over the city. All of them suspiciously young of age and were herbivores. As far as Amelia knew, none of them had anything in common with one another. She was starting to think that she wouldn't be able to find anything that could help her search. <br><br>That was until she got a tip about someone seeing some masked men in the Rain forest district forcing a young woman into a van before driving off with her and taking her to what they believed was Tundratown. <br><br>Amelia knew that it was a long shot, but it was the only lead she'd gotten so far and she needed to check it out. So she hopped into her car and made her way to the Rainforest district where the latest victim was last scene. Apparently she'd been outside of an abandoned shop when she'd been grabbed. Though she wasn't exactly sure what it was she was doing there. Of course, she would try and find as much evidence as she possibly could. Once she was at the spot where the woman was taken, she parked her car and got out. Pulling out an umbrella to protect her ears and fur from the rain. Making her way towards the alley where the latest victim had been kidnapped. <br><br>Looking around at the ground to see if she could find anything. Stopping when she noticed that there were what appeared to be wolf prints in the soft and wet soil. From the looks of it there were about three different pairs of prints. And then of course there were the footprints that belonged to the victim. Appearing to belong to a dear. <br><br>Amelia was about to snap a picture of the prints when she heard the sound of tires screeching along the road. Her head snapping up in time to see a large white van jerk to a stop by her car. Her eyes going wide as she tried to make a run for her car, just as the back of the van opened and two wolves dressed in black jumped out and rushed out and grabbed hold of her. Lifting her off the ground and carrying her towards the back of the van. "No! Let go of me! Let Go!" she screamed, hoping that someone would hear her. The two wolves quickly tying her hands and feet together while the driver reached back, holding a rag in his hands. Even though she tried to pull away, he pressed the rag over her mouth and nose. Amelia's eyes widened and then became very heavy when she breathed in the chloroform that was on the rag. <br><br>Her head lolling to the side as her eyes fell closed and she passed out. Not knowing what these wolves planned on doing with her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Investigation Gone Wrong (For Kanen) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kanen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 21:23:46</strong>
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				Alexander Trent has been running his operation for a few months now and it was becoming a success.&nbsp; His client list was growing by the day regardless of his careful selection process.&nbsp; After all, he didn't want to allow anyone into his circle of sin, someone could blab or be some sort of undercover cop.&nbsp; Heaven forbid.&nbsp; <br><br>Alex's business was simple.&nbsp; He was kidnapping females and essentially forcing them into the sex trade market.&nbsp; At first he did it just for him, taking some sick joy in turning prey animals into his own person servants - or more accurately slaves.&nbsp; Then he got some attention from a local crime syndicate that decided to invest versus muscle him out.&nbsp; Now he managed a number of girls, young, pretty, prey animals that had been more or less cowed into submission.&nbsp; Typical nefarious elements got a kick out of dominating weaker creatures and thus Alex provided.<br><br>Of course he still kept a few for himself and had been on the lookout for a rabbit, something to complete his collection.&nbsp; <br><br>Through a well paid informant, he learned that someone was sniffing around where his last victim was taken.&nbsp; Sure the ZPD were on the case as well, but he had enough cops on his payroll to confuse the investigations and give him a heads up if any raids were in planning.&nbsp; Thankfully he hadn't had to move shop for some time as he was beginning to like his dark and foreboding house in the mountains of Tundratown.&nbsp; It was spacious above ground but below was a rather elaborate network of tunnels and facilities to keep his organization running.&nbsp; And there was room to grow.&nbsp; On the outside it just looked like a really expensive house, surrounded by trees on the very edge of Zootopia, far from the inner city.&nbsp; And private.<br><br>When his phone range that evening he received good news, his target was acquired and was in transit.&nbsp; Excellent!&nbsp; The standard procedure when getting a new girl was to dress her down, apply the collar and find accommodations - essentially what he called their cells.&nbsp; Most of his girls were happy to work as it earned the niceties and food and water.&nbsp; Other more resistant ones had a harder time adapting.<br><br>It took him a bit to go from the upper levels to the lower levels.&nbsp; And by the time he worked his way into the network of tunnels and came before the clear barrier of essentially bullet proof glass, he could see his prize within.&nbsp; Finally, a rabbit to call his own.&nbsp; <br><br>She had already been stripped of her clothing it was warm in here and what does a slave need with clothing?&nbsp; She could earn them later if she was willing.&nbsp; Alex dressed in a rather comfortable looking white robe to nicely contrast his dark fur a series of tribal tattoos marking his arms.&nbsp; He moved a metal stool up to sit in front of the glass cell.&nbsp; There was an obvious door, that was sealed with a red light indicating it was locked.&nbsp; There was also a delivery hatch.&nbsp; On the inside there were facilities, a toilet and a sink and a simple bed that looked about as comfortable as one would imagine from a prison cell.&nbsp; His prize had been set rather gentle on the bedding until she woke up naturally.&nbsp; <br><br>The only thing that she wore was a collar around her neck with a place to latch a leash to as well as a little metal box.&nbsp; It wasn't anything fancy, just a GPS tracker so he could tell where his girls were at all time.&nbsp; Obviously it was locked around her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>So there he said, waiting patiently for her to rouse from her slumber.&nbsp; When she came to, however long it took, she would find herself in the concrete cell, a single light above illuminating the room with a mirroring light on the outside illuminating the wolf.&nbsp; The hallway stretched to the left and right into darkness.&nbsp; More cells lined the one side of the hall.<br><br>"Good evening" his rather soft voice would drift through the small holes in the cell wall as she came to.
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