I've written this in response to the story by Adam, I don't know why, I'll be doing more, but I'll only post it if people want me to.
I don't even know where it's come from.
Brock looked through the observation window. The figure in the padded room sat on the mattress, clasping her knees tightly to her chest slowly rocking backwards and forwards, a thin trail of saliva, running from her mouth to a large wet patch on her surgical gown.
"This her? Slayers Balls! What a mess."
"Yes operative, you should have seen her before the surgery, to be honest with you, I'm surprised she's alive."Brock walked in to the room, and walked up to the woman on the mattress, she turned listless eyes towards him. Without saying a word she laid back on the mattress and opened her legs turning her head away from him.
"Ma'am I'm here to help you, we're going to find the man who did this to you and string him up by his balls."
The woman on the bed started to sob, all the while holding the position she was in. The orderly put her head in through the door.
"Sir, I didn't think you'd get much, she does that whenever a man walks into the room, you should leave now, if we make anymore progress with her we'll let you know."
Brock turned to the orderly as he was leaving.
"You make sure she's looked after, I find it hard believing that's a head of department in there don't you?"
"I'm tellin' ya all I know, this tall dude comes in carrying a huge chest and books the room five nights in advance, says do not disturb and goes up to his room. I didn't see him leave, I just went up there when the five nights was up and found her like that."
At the memory the face of the hotel proprietor turns a ghastly shade of white, and he has to sit down behind the counter.
"Okay I understand, but any little thing you can tell me, may help catch this piece of shit."
"Look man, if I knew anything, I'd give him up for free."
"Which room?"
"Thirty one, up the stairs on the left, you can't miss it."Brock moved the Shiver tape to one side and opening the door went into the room, the fetid stench of old blood mixed with faeces assailed his nose, he quickly put his pollution mask on, easing the smell to a bearable level.
Looking about the room, Brock ground his teeth, daubed on the wall in blood were glyphs, shit! He hated Ebb freaks more than anything else, and if one of those empty eyed sons of a whore had committed this crime, he was going to get even more personal on him.
Looking around the room, he moved to the bed, all the sheets were crusty with soaked in blood, lots of it too, this sicko had spent a long twisted sadistic time with her. Next to the bed were items normally only found in hospitals, he'd kept her alive deliberately prolonging his fun and her pain, Brocks normally strong stomach was beginning to turn.
A thorough search of the room turned up empty, this guy was good, whoever he was.
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