Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi & woegman)
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				Title: <strong>Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 22:37:20</strong>
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				Heronsburg embodied everything he loved about cities; its dark skies filled with the choking plumes of smoke and fog, the acrid smell of coal fires mixed with burning wood and human sweat, the claustrophobic closeness of buildings, the labyrinthine collection of steam pipes crisscrossing above and below the ground.&nbsp; It was the perfect&nbsp; environment for his work, for his art, for his passion...a passion that he was pursuing even at that moment.<br><br>He looked down at the girl on the ground before him, her eyes glassy and empty.&nbsp; Her ruffled lace garments, once a dirty grey, were now speckled and splattered in red, painted in her own vitae through the masterful strokes of his shining silver scalpel.&nbsp; He reached down softly and closed her eyes with one gloved hand, and took a moment to stroke her cheek softly.&nbsp; So perfect, so calm.&nbsp; He liked the calm, the stillness.&nbsp; In the distance, he heard the shrill cry of a constable's whistle, and knew he had to finish.<br><br>With a few quick movements, he finished the job, severing the last bits and pieces to complete the piece, to make it perfect.&nbsp; Stepping back, he framed her body and captured the image in his mind.<br><br>"Beautiful," he whispered softly, "Perfect."<br><br>Stowing his knife, he did a quick check of the area, and then fled the scene, disappearing into the fog.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure... (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 00:21:16</strong>
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				The very next day a group of detectives and a growing crowd of confused civilians circled the body of the girl; who was found early the next morning. The crowd whispered amongst themselves, wondering if this was the very same one who murdered the others or if there was another murderer now. It was usually rather peaceful, except for the pick-picketers, but murder was rare. There has only been a small handful of crime in the last year, possibly five murders and now that someone was going around killing like there was no tomorrow, everyone was in fear of just who could possibly be next. <br><br>“Excuse me,” a man in his late twenties scooted his way through the crowd with a suitcase in his hand. His curvy blonde hair was only semi-noticeable, hidden underneath a black bowler hat. The man’s gray jacket opened partway to see a black shirt and the bottom of his pants were only inches away from the ground, if it wasn’t for his pair of boots it was possible his pant bottoms scrap across the cobblestones. “Excuse me Miss, fine dress you have on there,” he shot a smile to the woman who blushed and looked away from him. “Excuse me,” finally making his way through the crowd to there the other detective stood, he smiled at them. “Evening gentlemen.” <br><br>“Took you long enough, Benjamin” one of them muttered, “can’t start without you.” <br><br>He nodded, “yes…very sorry about that. Let’s see…” Benjamin Wothsworth frowned to see the murder scene in front of him and shook his head, this was the only type of crime that he hated worse. Investigating murder. He kneeled down beside her and opened up the briefcase. Inside the case laid rows of small devices, most of them had any bolts and knobs on them. He picked up one of the devices that fit snuggly in his hand. It had three large knobs and a small screen, a tube stuck out of the top of the stick and as he moved his hands long the body, it made small beeping sounds that one would have to listen for. Finally, the tube stopped over her fingers, beeping loudly. Ben nodded as he read the machine, “I’m picking up blood, either from our vic or murderer.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure... (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 20:40:17</strong>
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				"I would assume it's from the victim," a soft, melodic voice came from the fog, and a moment later, Dr. Whyte stepped forward.&nbsp; A respected physician in Heronsburg, Dr. Whyte was often called in to lend his professional opinion on cases.&nbsp; He gave a soft smile to the investigator, and gestured to the body, "After all, she's well coated in it - perhaps from those wounds to her throat."<br><br>Dr. Whyte sat his satchel bag down, and knelt beside the girl, his hand brushing across her cheek.<br><br>"So young, so beautiful," he said with a sigh, "What a tragedy, such a terrible thing to happen in our beloved city."&nbsp; <br><br>He stood, dusting himself off, and frowned in sorrow.&nbsp; Turning towards Benjamin, he straightened, and gave a bow.<br><br>"I don't believe we've met...I'm Dr. Whyte, attending physician of his Lordship, the Mayor of Heronsburg.&nbsp; The chief of the Constabulary sent a runner, saying I might be needed...I do hope this is not an intrusion on your case."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure... (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 02:32:38</strong>
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				That was the first time that anyone spoke when Benjamin was thinking out loud to himself and it annoyed him. He set the device back in the case and stood to his feet, staring at the person that he never met or seen before. “It’s possible, but we don’t want to rule out coming from the murderer. Maybe she was able to scratch him.” <br><br>He sighed as well and nodded. “Yeah…I wish it didn’t happen either, but we can’t fix the past.” As much as Benjamin would like to, murder couldn’t be stopped unless they knew about it first.<br><br>“No, no. I’m just…trying to figure out what a doctor would be good for here. Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m sure you’re great, but…our vic is already dead.” Pointing out the obvious, but it was hard to understand why anyone else would be here. “Detective Benjamin Wothsworth.” He let out his hand for him. “Lead investigator.” He added on, wanting to make it clear who the investigator here was.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 21:57:49</strong>
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				Dr. Whyte gave a slight nod of acceptance as the young investigator spoke, choosing to remain silent.&nbsp; When the man spoke out regarding the need for a doctor, Whyte simply smiled with patent sincerity.<br><br>"No, clearly, this girl is beyond my services to help.&nbsp; Perhaps it was thought she might still be savable, when I was sent for."<br><br>He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket, and dabbed lightly at his eyes before continuing.<br><br>"Regardless, I may yet be of help to you.&nbsp; I have studied many a body, in my life, and have in the past found ways to connect certain...attributes of death to a common killer.&nbsp; Perhaps you would like to discuss this further, should your investigation stall?"<br><br>The doctor reached into an inner pocket, and withdrew an finely embossed card, which he passed to the detective as he shook his hand.<br><br>"Truly, my dear fellow, I mean neither to intrude not intercede.&nbsp; I simply offer you my help.&nbsp; Please come see me, if you wish."<br><br>With that, he adjusted his top hat, gave a curt bow to the detectives, and returned to his offices.&nbsp; He wondered if the young detective would come calling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 10:32:05</strong>
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				Benjamin found it hard to believe that anyone would think a girl, bleeding on the cobblestones could possibly be saved by a doctor. Still, that appeared to be the only reason he would be called here in the first place. He was rather curious to what he was talking about, but he also didn’t need anyone to help him with his job. They didn’t find the killer of the other girls, but Benjamin was sure that he was on the right track and some doctor couldn’t be of any help to them.<br><br>“Thanks for the offer. I doubt that we’ll need your services, Dr. Whyte.” He replied as he took the card and stuffed it in his pocket. Doctors had their job and he had his. The two should never meet and he wasn’t going to give him a call either. <br><br>He watched as the doctor walked away and turned his attention back to the girl. That was rather strange, but he had to deal with stranger things in the past. <br><br>A week passed with no information and ever trail went cold. They were running out of options and Ben couldn’t help feeling like he…actually did need help and it was the worse feeling possible.<br><br>Sitting in his chair, he let out a sigh and nodded to himself, deciding it was for the best…no matter how embarrassing it would be. Benjamin walked over to the phone and called the office on the card, wondering if the doctor was in. Hearing the voice on the other line made him nearly hang up the phone. <em>Damnit…I shouldn’t even be doing.</em> It was for the best…they were in a pickle after all. <br><br>“Dr. Whyte, this is Detective Benjamin Wothsword. It…seems we’ve ran into a wall. Would you mind offering your services to us?” He bit his bottom lip, never feeling this humiliated before. Acting a <em>doctor</em> for help? It was unthinkable, but his last chance. The leads kept running dry and he couldn’t track the killer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 16:55:22</strong>
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				"Detective Wothsword, it would be a pleasure," Dr Whyte replied, and as he did so, a slow, cold smile spread on his face.&nbsp; "Would you mind calling on my office, Detective?&nbsp; I've a rather busy day, but I can easily make time for you, a spot of tea, and a chance to help solve these heinous crimes."<br><br>Giving the detective the address, Dr Whyte bid him farewell, then hung up the receiver on the wall box.&nbsp; He smiled again - this was perfect, exactly what he had hoped for.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, remembering the young Detective, slowly pondering his features.&nbsp; He felt his heart leap a bit as he went about preparing his office for the detective's visit, tidying up a few piles of paperwork, a few books, and then pulling out his polished brass tea set, setting spaces for both himself and the young man.<br><br>"Beautiful," he whispered, satisfied with the artistic balance of the setting, as he sat to await the detective, "Perfect."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 21:54:46</strong>
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				Benjamin would rather stay at home and have the doctor come to him, but he could understand that someone of his status would be rather busy. “I’ll be there at once.” He replied as he jotted down the address on a piece of paper and reading over it. “See you soon, Doctor.” That said, he hung up the phone and stood to his feet. His last resort was to contact Doctor Whyte, even though it was embarrassing to him.<br><br>He took a ride into town and followed the addressed until he stood in front of his building. <em>This is it…just great.</em> Ben sighed and tucked the paper into his pocket before pulling open the door and walking inside. <br><br>The lady at the front desk smiled at him, “do you have an appointment?” <br><br>“I’m just here to see Doctor Whyte. We have…business to discuss.” <br><br>“Oh!? Are you Detective Worthsword? Doctor Whyte said you’d be coming soon.” <br><br>Benjamin nodded and she pointed down the hall, “take a right and there will be a door there. He’s in his office right now, it has his name on the door…you can’t miss it.” <br><br>He thanked her and followed her instructions. Ben stared up at the door and knocked “Doctor Whyte, it’s Detective Worthsword.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 16:31:05</strong>
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				Dr. Whyte rose from his chair, crossed the room, and opened the door.&nbsp; Smiling at the detective, he gave a slight bow, gesturing towards the tea service he had set up in the corner of the room.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please, Detective, come in," he invited, "Have a seat.&nbsp; I will see if the receptionist has the tea ready."<br><br>Excusing himself, Dr Whyte closed the detective in his room, and went up to the front office.<br><br>"Cancel the rest of my appointments for the day, Eliza," he told the woman behind the desk, "I do believe my afternoon will be occupied.&nbsp; Then, bring back the tea I set brewing in the kitchen; it should be done by then.&nbsp; When you have completed all of that, you may take the rest of the day off...with pay."<br><br>Eliza beamed; the doctor had always been generous, and having a half-day off with pay was sure to increase her good will towards him.&nbsp; Whyte smiled, then returned to his office, finding the detective seated at the small dining table.&nbsp; The doctor crossed over to his desk, and removed a small flask from the upper drawer.<br><br>"Forgive my rudeness - I've a peculiar digestive system, and need to take my tonic before imbibing."<br><br>He took a long swig from the flask, then grimaced at its bitterness.&nbsp; Corking the bottle, he placed it back in his desk, then came and sat opposite of Benjamin.<br><br>"Tea should be along shortly," he spoke, "Tell me, Detective...how may I be of assistance?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 21:40:44</strong>
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				Benjamin stepped into the office, glancing over his shoulder as he watched the doctor take off down the hall. <em>Dear God…why did I go this? Asking a doctor for help…he can’t help the dead.</em> He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair, this would take a lot of his pride away just being here. Letting out another sigh, the detective walked over to the chair and took a seat, waiting for the doctor to return. At least he could wash down his pride with some tea. <br><br>He ignored most of what Whyte said, trying to prepare his thoughts for asking a <em>doctor</em> for help. “The investigation has went cold again. Leads have only managed to get us so far and we still have no suspects for the murders. I remember you said…you have a method to link dead bodies to either killers…the streets of London are in a panic and we need this murderer or murderers bought to justice.” It pained him enough to look away from Whyte as he said this. <br><br>“I suppose…I truly need your help. This is <em>strictly</em> for one case. I highly doubt their will be another murderer for years to come. London will return to being pick pocketers and thieves.” 
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				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 16:11:14</strong>
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				Dr. Whyte nodded, all the while watching the detective.&nbsp; He was a wonderful specimen; handsome, young, well-groomed, his blond curls perfectly framing his face.&nbsp; The doctor felt a stirring below, and crossed his legs to hide it.&nbsp; He was about to respond to the detective when the door opened, and Eliza came in with the kettle of tea.&nbsp; He smiled, thanked her, and bid her leave the two of them in peace.&nbsp; He reached for the kettle, and poured himself a cup, mixing in two spoons of sugar and a bit of cream.&nbsp; He could see how hard admitting his need was on the detective, and a part of him thrilled at it.&nbsp; He tried to look comforting.<br><br>"It is alright, detective," he said in as soothing a manner as her could manage, "I...understand the sting of pride.&nbsp; I will not interfere with your case publicly - in fact, I ask for no credit at all, if I can help.&nbsp; This is, after all, your case.&nbsp; Consider me nothing more than a resource, if you will.&nbsp; I do think I can shed some light on things, however."<br><br>Leaning forward with the kettle, he poured the tea into the young man's cup.<br><br>"Do you take sugar? Cream?" he asked.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 22:13:51</strong>
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				Benjamin didn’t expect Whyte to understand this feeling, but he wasn’t in the mood to ask him either. Hearing the doctor offer his help for noting in return was a little…odd. He wasn’t sure his conscious could let him do something like that and not feel guilty about it and lose any sleep over it. “That’s really kind of you, Doctor…but I don’t think I could do that. I give credit where credit is do…” he watched as Whyte poured another cup of tea, “no matter how embarrassing it might feel.” He muttered the last part and sighed. <br><br>“No, no. I’ll just have it as is.” He liked both cream and sugar in his tea, but rather pour it himself, with the doctor offering…he decided to pretend he didn’t need it other than the way it was. Ben reached over and took the cup from him, taking a sip and placing the cup on the saucer. <br><br>“Doctor Whyte, forgive me for asking…but why did you come forth now? We could’ve used you before. Although, I’m…pleased you decided to offer your help just the same. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 16:36:06</strong>
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				"As you wish, Detective," the doctor assented, "I simply want you to understand that my assistance comes with no strings attached - I am not offering it out of desire for fame or accolades, for such things hold little interest to me.&nbsp; Far more important is the practice of the art...of medicine, of course.&nbsp; Part of that art is understanding death."<br><br>Dr. Whyte took a long sip of his tea, and watched as the detective did the same.<br><br>"As for why I came forth, as I mentioned, I was invited by Chief Inspector Alcock, of your own constabulary.&nbsp; Several years back I taught a symposium on signatory evidence found amongst the bodies of victims of the same murderers.&nbsp; In brief, I find that most murderers use a familiar form of expression to do their deeds, that said forms are traceable between victims, and that the evidence they leave behind, in these cases, the bodies, often point to clues that lead to the identity of the killer."<br><br>The doctor paused again to drink more tea.<br><br>"Chief Alcock apparently remembered my symposium, though I do believe he hoped I might arrive before the poor deary had departed, thus saving the need for an investigation at all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 22:03:32</strong>
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				That was a load of crap. Benjamin was positive that were wasn’t anyone out there that would not want credit for helping with anything and helping solve a murder case was a big one on the list. “Sure it does.” He muttered under his breath and too another long sip of tea. Using the tea to drown out his annoyance seemed to be working, but still…he couldn’t help feeling annoyed about talking to a doctor. His pride was bruised, still.<br><br>Only Alcock could invite a <em>doctor</em> to help with the investigation. Ben was relieved that they’d be going somewhere with this, but at the same time it bothered him. They would be able to stop the killer, but have to go public with the fact that they were only able to find the killer because of Doctor Whyte and he could only see the newspaper headlines now: <em>Detectives Need Doctor To Help Locate Killer</em>, <em>Doctor Finds Killer!</em> and <em>Detectives Think Of Hiring Doctor For More Cases</em>. The last one might not happen, but he could picture something like it.<br><br>He nodded and finished his tea setting it on the saucer and placing it on the desk. It was rude, but Benjamin wasn’t in a very good mood. “I can see why. At least you’re here now. Guess we might as well use your help.”&nbsp; He couldn’t keep from being bitter about it, this shouldn’t be happening. <br><br><em>We shouldn’t be seeking his help…I shouldn’t be here. Why did I come here again? Oh…right. Case ran cold again.</em> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:09:40</strong>
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				Doctor Whyte suppressed a grin as the detective finished his tea, though inwardly his growing excitement was nearly palpable.&nbsp; He finished his own, setting it to the side, and as he spoke, he watched the detective for the signs that he knew so well.<br><br>“I hope it isn’t an imposition to admit that I’ve already begun looking into the files regarding the bodies that have been found,” he said to Benjamin, steepling his hands in a sign of feint apologia. <em>There</em>, he noticed, <em>his pupils have begun to dilate</em>.&nbsp; He continued to speak, his town even and calming, meant to keep the detective from noticing the signs the doctor himself was so busy scanning for.<br><br>He reached into his desk, and pulled out a series of photographic plates, lining them up slowly and carefully on his desk.&nbsp; Though not of the greatest condition, they were detailed enough to paint a grisly portrait of the murders.&nbsp; He gestured towards one, and looked at the detective.&nbsp; <em>His hand trembled…and there, again,</em> he noted before speaking.<br><br>“See, here, all the victims…six so far, is it?&nbsp; All of them have commonalities.&nbsp; Note the hair – golden to dirty blonde, mostly curled, some naturally, some no-doubt through steam heat.&nbsp; And the bodies, all slender of build, non too rounded or voluptuous.&nbsp; And of course, the mutilations…the breasts removed, and the throats slit, near where a man’s Adam’s apple would fall…”<br><br>The doctor heard a slight rattle enter the detective’s voice, and he could no longer contain his grin.&nbsp; It spread across his face slowly, and he could see the detective staring at him.&nbsp; The breathing had been the final sign – it meant the paralysis caused by the tea had finally kicked in.<br><br>“Feeling alright, detective?” he asked mockingly, knowing the man could not answer, save through minor expressions on his face.&nbsp; Doctor Whyte pulled his chair closer, moving in so that he was but inches away from the detective’s face.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 19:46:12</strong>
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				This strange feeling was starting to come over Benjamin and he ignored it as much as he possibly could. Instead, he focused on what the doctor was telling him and blamed it on not eating anything today. It was foolish to come over here on an empty stomach, but Benjamin thought that he’d be just fine, since he often goes hours without eating anything. “It’s alright. You probably had a feeling he’d hit a dead end sooner or later.” He muttered, feeling embarrassed about it even now. This odd feeling didn’t feel much like hunger pains and he was wondering if it was something else. <br><br>He glanced down as his hands started to shake uncontrollably and quickly set them on his lap, out of sight. Ben wasn’t sure if Whyte saw, but if he did…surely the doctor would be annoying about it. He is after all…a <em>doctor</em> and he should notice something is wrong with him. It could’ve been something he ate the night before. <br><br>Benjamin leaned forward to get a better look at the photographs and did his best to ignore his shaking hands. “Yes…I--” he suddenly stopped. His breathing became raspy and he couldn’t move from his chair or say a word to the doctor. That smile that Whyte was giving him sent chills up and down his spine as he realized that he just fell into a trap. <em>The tea…he must have done something to it. Why? He has to be the killer! Why else would he feel the need to drug me?</em> He was finally able to see everything in a clear light and felt embarrassed just how easily he caved. <br><br>Doctor Whyte was fishy from the beginning, nosy and acted like he could be of use even though he was nothing more than a doctor. He handed him his hand and felt without so much of another word. They were struggling to find evidence and locate the killer and it was very possible that Whyte was doing something behind the scenes the entire time -- or so Benjamin believed. He was lured with the promise of finding the killer and keeping everyone else safe. It <em>had</em> to be a set up from the start. Alcock probably didn’t even send him over. <br><br>He wanted to glare at him and say something, but his muscles weren’t working the way he wanted to and he could only stare into Whyte’s eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:23:56</strong>
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				Whyte smiled, noting the look in the detective’s stare, knowing that the paralysis had indeed kicked fully in.&nbsp; He extended a hand, and casually brushed Benjamin’s cheek, as he had done to the girls he had murdered.<br><br>“Beautiful,” he sighed in pleasure, “Perfect.”<br><br>Whyte leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on the detective’s lips, his tongue darting out to taste them briefly.&nbsp; Then he leaned back, and continued to explain.<br><br>“You see…they were all close, detective, close to perfect,” he spoke softly, “All very near the image of perfection, save for one small, minor fact…they were women.”<br><br>He rose, bent over the detective, and casually leaning him over his shoulder.&nbsp; He stood, carrying Benjamin in a fireman’s carry, his strength surprising for his size.&nbsp; He walked to the back of his office, to the bookshelf, and there he reached up and pulled a volume of work, <em>Sweet Adonis</em>, and the shelf swung open to reveal a hidden passage.<br><br>“But you, my dear Benjamin,” he continued, his voice showing only a slight strain from his efforts, “You are indeed the image of perfection.&nbsp; I saw you at the station, and knew I must have you.&nbsp; It was easy to convince that fool, Alcock, to come to me should there ever be another murder…and of course, I knew that there would be.”<br><br>The passage opened onto a staircase, which lead downwards.&nbsp; The doctor took the steps carefully, shifting Benjamin’s weight to carry him easier.<br><br>“And now I have you,” he sighed, “At last.&nbsp; Welcome to my world, detective.”<br><br>The passage opened up into a large, dungeon like room.&nbsp; Through out the room were various devices for restraint, torture, and the like.&nbsp; He took Benjamin and laid him out upon one that resembled a large letter X, and then spread his limbs, fastening them tightly with restraints.<br><br>“Seems silly, I know…but the drug won’t last long, and I can’t have you up and about before I am done with you,” the doctor said, “So I fear this is how it must be.”<br><br>With the detective well bound, the doctor retrieved a chair, and sat opposite of him, waiting for the effect of the drug to wear off, and for Benjamin to speak.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 22:57:52</strong>
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				Not able to speak his mind was the hardest part for Benjamin and he was wondering if he was going to be the next victim. It was hard to wrap his head around the fake that he’d just been played and even more difficult to know how easily he walked into a murderers hands and that he might not be able to make it out alive. <br><br>He couldn’t even glare at Whyte as he gently touched his cheek, which sent chills running up and down in spine. It was too gentle of a touch for a killer and yet, it was clear to him without being said that he was the one before the death of those young girls. The kiss would’ve made him pull away and his eyes go wide, if he was able to. He couldn’t fight it and was forced to remain still and take it. Truth was, Ben was into other man…but not when it was <em>forced</em> upon him and felt out of the blue. <br><br>The detective could only move his eyes around as he was carried over to the bookshelf, he listened carefully to the rant. It wasn’t something that he wanted to hear, but it was flattering to hear that Whyte thought he was perfect. Flattering and creepy. It finally made sense why those girls were mutilated like that, but still…it was creepy to think about. His hair <em>did</em> match those girls…but he never thought anything of it and now he learned too late who the killer is. <br><br>Ben felt sick to his stomach to see the torture devices and different items scattered around. He wanted to fight against him, but the drug was still there and it was making it impossible to move a muscle. He was limp in the doctor’s arms as he was forced on the X, spread out and easily restrained. All that was going through his mind was that he was going to join those girls and this was probably the same way that they too were killed. <br><br>Five long, silent and unconformable minutes passed before Benjamin could move around. The first thing he did was move his jaw around to get rid of the numb feeling, while glaring at Whyte and finally, started in on him. “So, this was all some game to you!? Innocent girls killed because they weren’t guys? You’re a sick bastard! You can’t think to keep this up, no matter if I die there will always be someone else looking for you…to put a stop to you!” This position was uncomfortable, but he ignored it, he probably wouldn’t be on this very long anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Murder Under Pressure (iroleplayyaoi &amp; woegman)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>woegman</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 20:27:45</strong>
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				"Kill you?" the doctor asked, his voice seemingly aghast at the notion, "Why would I want to <em>kill</em> you, detective?"<br><br>He walked slowly around the man, drawing a scalpel from a nearby medical tray as he did so.<br><br>"The girls, yes, they had to die, alas," he admitted, "Though I did try with the first few to keep them alive.&nbsp; Still, they were just ever so slightly imperfect, and I had no choice.&nbsp; I couldn't love them as they were, you see.&nbsp; Too many parts in some places, too few in others."<br><br>The doctor drew close then, and the scalpel flew towards the detective's throat.<br><br>"You, though...you have it all, don't you?&nbsp; And I can't risk losing it all...not yet, anyway," he purred, and with a swift flick of his wrist, the scalpel sliced loose Benjamin's cravat and the button that held his collar closed.&nbsp; He was aroused, and the fact was clear to Benjamin as the doctor pressed against him.<br><br>"As far as stopping me...there is only one person who might be able to do that," Doctor Whyte said with a strange smile, as his scalpel continued to slice away button after button.&nbsp; When he finished, he grabbed the edges of the shirt and jacket, and ripped them away, exposing Benjamin's naked chest.<br><br>"I could just take you," he taunted, "Rape you, like a common thug might.&nbsp; But that is not what I desire...no.&nbsp; I want perfection, Benjamin, <em>willing</em> perfection..."<br><br>He bent, and took one of the detective's nipples into his mouth, biting lightly as he suckled at it, one hand massaging the man's restrained inner thigh.<br><br>"And until I have that...the killings will continue..."
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