•~Rhyna and kidnapper~•

"Sir, sir please! Do we have anything on the murder up till now? How did it happen? Who is behind all of this? Sir, just one question, please!" The reporters followed Inspector Adley and his team with their endless questions.

"No questions at the moment please!" Billy, a fellow officer tried to ward the media off as the reporters swarmed like bees around their team.

"Sir, isn't this the failure of the State machinery? How can you assure the safety of a common man in his own house when murderers like that are roaming around freely? Sir, you need to answer sir!" Bryne Adley heard a reporter yelling somewhere from behind.

He was not a man to mess around with and currently, he was fuming. Hell, if he knew anything about the murder. But he couldn't just turn and yell at the reporter, he needed to keep his image right in the media.

He knew how the media works. He knew that these reporters needed just one instance and he would be all up on the news within hours.

" We are still investigating, if we find something, you guys will be the first to know." He turned around and shouted before disappearing into the house, his team following right after.

"Billy, is the DNA out?" He turned towards the body, which was lying face down, everything looked perfectly all right with him, it was just that there was some blood on his hand and the thumb of his left hand was missing.

"Yes sir, it's his blood."

"Any updates on Nadia yet?" The inspector pinched his forehead as a slight headache started to register.

"No sir, we have lost her. Her phone went dead a few hours back."

He took out a cigarette and lit it up, turning towards the window which was tightly shut from the inside. He had seen weird cases before but nothing like this. There wasn't a sign of any injury on his body except the fact that his thumb was absent.

The forensic team had scanned his whole body and failed to find any scratches or anything that could suggest the cause of his death. Cutting of a thumb could make a person unconscious, taking into consideration that there wasn't enough loss of blood or any infection that could trigger any serious consequence.

Dr. Andrew Collins was found dead in his apartment about 36 hours ago and Nadia, his secretary was the first one who discovered that and immediately called the Police.

Inspector Adley and his team reached the incident place and found Nadia missing and the dead body of Doctor Collins lying there with a note in his right hand.

I always loved dolls, this thumb will look pretty in my collection. I will sew it up with the palm, I just need a pinky finger to complete the right hand. I am Plastic, catch me if you can.

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"I was there when it happened. You should have looked at her face, she was so shocked. He was cheating on her for weeks and she didn't have the slightest clue. I must say I feel bad for her as she is a dear friend but she was probably unsatisfactory in bed. Nicholas looks like a man who would want some big booty to fuck before he falls asleep at night. She couldn't really provide that, I mean look at her, she is so dull. I doubt a person would agree to have sex with her even if I pay him." Nina laughed at her own joke as she looked around the table at her companions.

"I agree but this was a little too harsh, wasn't it? I couldn't imagine something so terrible happening with anyone. I would have been broken if I found my husband's cock wrapped around a barbie's mouth on my anniversary." Sarah spoke in a sympathetic tone, her eyes watering in a dramatic way to add more power to her words.

Rhyna was fed up with the constant gossip of her husband cheating on her. She stood within hearing range and she knew her kitty mates were well aware of the fact. She gulped another drink down and moved outside to get some fresh air.

"Hey," Someone whispered as she stood on the balcony of the hotel. She looked up to find a handsome man, probably more than 6 feet with features as sharp as that of a model standing there, smiling at her.

"Hey," She muttered, unable to recognize the person.

"Will you please follow me outside the hotel and climb in that car parked over there?" He spoke that in a calm tone, looking at her with a sparkle in his eyes. He spoke it in as if asking her about her day and nothing more.

"Are you crazy?" She scanned him properly now. He was wearing a well-polished suit, he smiled at her again and stepped closer to her.

She was drunk but she realized that something wasn't right. She sensed some danger as he took another step towards her.

She was too drunk to push him away as he suddenly engulfed her in his arms, she was about to scream but she felt something cold pressed against her back, her backless dress allowed her to feel some hard object firmly placed right there.

"Don't dare scream baby and move to the car, it will take me just a second to pull the trigger, and then it will be a bloody mess." He whispered in her ear and she stilled.

Her brain was all over the place but she knew that her best bet was to get away in a public place. He wouldn't try to kill her in a public place, she could negotiate and as soon as she gets inside the building, she will be safe.

"Okay, I will accompany you to the car, lower that down please." She whispered in a calming manner, trying to keep the stutter out of her voice.

He lowered the gun and looked at her. "You are really pretty, I would totally fuck you, you know?" He laughed merrily and when she didn't give a reaction, he stepped back.

"What? Nicholas is blind, I am not. I appreciate good pussies." He winked at her.

"How do you know Nicholas?" She spoke with apprehension, looking at him warily.

"Oh, I know everything about you, from your bra size to the color of your pussy. I would love to know what it tastes like if I don't kill you today."

He motioned with his hand for her to move in the direction she just came from. She could hear the obnoxious laughter of Nina from there and she knew she would be safe if she just manages to get inside somehow. She would run as soon as she reaches the balcony doors, she decided in her head.

"Don't even think of that." He muttered in a low tone as she turned and took one step towards the door. She stopped in her place, breathing hard.

"If you run, don't think for a second I won't shoot because I will. I know everything about you Rhyna, everything. I know what you value the most and I already have it. Walk out of the house and into the car quietly. Do that for me, will you?" He spoke somewhere close to her but she didn't turn. His voice was no more frank, he was speaking in a warning tone. Her hand clenched into a fist.

"What do I value the most?" She spoke in a rigid tone, she just had to know.

He came forward and took her hand in his left one as she heard approaching footsteps.

"Your identity," He whispered in her ear, giving her a peck on the cheek.