Logan Gordon walks the clear sidewalk where Ariel was abducted, searching for any clue possible. It was recently shoveled making it harder to find evidence that was there that night.

There has to be something here, anything.

He thought to himself searching the cement ground and alleyways. "Let's speak to the guy who shoveled the snow out." Phil Ross says pointing at the man who owned a Ralph Lauren store who was inside.

They walk into the clothing store showing their badges to the man in the front of the register. "When you were shoveling the snow from the front of your shop did you find anything? Clothes, an object, anything." Gordon asks pointing out the door.

"I didn't shovel the snow I made a kid do it for ten bucks." The man says fixing his hair. "Can't you see I'm too fabulous to be shoveling out there, in the cold?" He puckers his lip rubbing lip gloss on them.

Phil rolls his eyes sighing heavily. "Well do you know where to find this kid?"

The preppy man nods ripping a piece of paper from his notepad writing down the address. "He's my neighbor, his name is Jimmy Tompkins. Usually wears a yellow coat, hard to miss him. He shouldn't give you any trouble." He chews on his gum with a smile. "Y'all take care of ya selves. Especially you, handsome." He winks at Gordon.

"Thank you for your time." Gordon grabs the piece of paper and smiles awkwardly walking out of the shop with Phil.

"Especially you handsome." Phil mimics the high pitched voice of the shop owner mocking Logan bursting in laughter. "Maybe, when we're done with the investigation you could get some ass, Literally." Phil pats him on the shoulder trying to hold back more of his laughter.

"Shut up Phil." Logan frowns entering the cop car driving to the location on the piece of paper.

Twenty minutes pass and they park in front of a bricked house seeing the boy with a yellow coat shoveling the snow off the front lawn.

"That must be the kid." Phil says getting out of the car. "Hey kid!" He yells walking over to him.

Logan gets out of the car joining his partner. "Word on the street is that you shovel snow for cash." Phil smiles.

"Yeah?" The boy with dirty blonde hair looks no more than eleven years old. He looks like he was going to be a stereotypical bad boy when he grows up.

"The man who owns the Ralph Lauren shop in this town told us you shoveled the snow from the front of his shop." Logan says looking down at the boy who stopped shoveling the snow.

"The faggot? Yeah, I did and who are you?" He looks up at both of the detectives.

Phil takes out his badge. "F.B.I, so start talking big bird."

The boy frowns hesitating to speak. "What do you want to know?" He finally asks looking at Logan, ignoring the other detective.

"Did you find anything while you were shoveling?" Logan asks.

"Yeah, a ski hat." The boy digs into his coat pocket taking out a white hat. "I found this." The boy gives it to Logan looking away from him.

"This is what Ariel was wearing in the video." Logan says to Phil. "Did you see anything?" He asks looking back at the boy who looks around aide to side leaning closer to Logan.

"Don't tell my mama about this. I wasn't even suppose to be out late at night, but cash is cash" The boy's tone becomes worrisome.

"We won't." Logan says in a nod.

"I saw this girl get taken away by some guy in a black mask. I hid in the alley way before they could spot me. After that I went running home. I swear!" He anxiously says.

"Easy, birdy. Did you see where he took her?" Phil asks crossing his arms to his chest.

The boy shook his head. "Like I said I went running back home sneaking back in into my window."
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TWO HOURS LATER AFTER THE INVESTIGATION.

I wake up to the feeling of cold water hitting my face making my eyes widen and body cower.

"Rise and shine Red!" I hear the tormenting husky voice yell. I was still hanging from the chains unable to feel my entire body.

He starts to loosen the chains making my arms slip through them causing my body to hit the bloody floor and that blood was my own.

I had various slashes on my stomach and back from a spiked whip he used on me that pierced through my peachy skin making me bleed to his hearts content.

"Get up, it's time to get back into your room." He says looking down at me. I quiver in fear unable to get up from the numbness of my body.

The man stands me up making me look into his coffee brown eyes. He was still wearing the same suit from yesterday. His hair was short and brunette and his skin looked tanned. The man was tall around 6'2 surpassing my 5'4 figure.

"I will see you tomorrow, Red." He smirks kissing my lips as I pull away from his kiss in revulsion. The nameless man puts me on his shoulder taking me back downstairs to the freezing part of the warehouse.

He throws me onto my assigned bed as I hear Sam whisper, "oh my god." Then, he leaves without saying a word putting on his black fedora.

Sam rushes towards me looking at my injuries. "Oh my god." She whispers again. I look up at her seeing a black and blue bruise on her eye.

"It seems we both had a rough night yesterday." I crack a small smile wincing at the sharp pain from my rib cage.

"I'm going to clean you up, okay?" Sam says crouching under her bed getting a box of baby wipes. "This won't do much, but it will clean up that dried up blood."

I nod feeling hazy, feeling tired from what had happened to me.

I wonder where those five women had gone and why did they stop me from escaping? That's all I could think about at the moment.

I feel Sam lift up my red stained blouse that had been torn from the center. She gently massages the wet wipe around my wounds.

It felt smooth and gentle. It felt like days that I hadn't felt something so smooth touch my skin, but it had only been hours.

Sam gasps lifting my shirt up more revealing two swollen dark red marks on my rib cage. "What happened to you?" She asks in worry.

"He shocked me." I exhale shutting my eyes. Then he whipped my back and stomach." I wince feeling the burning pain from my back.

She stood mute cleaning my wounds, turning me over gently to my side to clean my back. "How bad is it?" I lowly whisper.

"Not too bad." She wipes the wounds.

She was lying. I could tell she was because I counted the slashes every time he whipped me.

20 long slashes in total. Probably, going to leave ugly scars on my back if they were too deep.

"You got the worst owner out of all of them." Sam whispers hearing her voice quaver.

"Lucky me." I sarcastically say flinching from the pain. "What's his name?"

"Nobody knows, they call him Sinister. He's known for brutality, fucked up shit." Sam turns me to my back.

"Sinister?" I scoff. "A psycho is what he is."

"Listen to me, you need to obey every thing he says or he'll throw you into the torture room." Sam's body quivers from fright.

"You mean that room filled with his BDSM equipment." Chills start to go down my spine just remembering it.

"No, the torture room is in the basement and it's far worse than some BDSM equipment. There, they..." She stops talking hearing her sniffle.

"What happened to your eye?" I question changing the topic seeing her wipe away her tears from her bruised dark blue eye.

"Rough customer is all." Sam shrugs like if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"We're getting out of here." I whisper to her. "I promise we are." I put my hand on her's as she tries to hold back the tears.
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"Just like the rest there's no lead with this case either." Phil rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"We have to keep looking." Logan says staring at the laptop play over the footage continuously.

"Listen Logan, you need sleep. You haven't slept for two days straight." Phil sips on his coffee.

"I'm not going to-" Logan is cut off by his cell phone vibrating on the office table.

"That's odd. Wife calling ya? Wait, that's impossible because you have no wife!" Phil smirks.

Logan rolls his eyes looking at the screen that read unknown. "Detective Gordon." Logan says waiting for the person to respond.

"You better stop searching or else." The person was using a voice changer making he or she sound deeper from the ordinary.

Not a second later the call was over. "Who was it?" Phil asks sipping his coffee as his smirk fades away seeing Logan's serious expression.

"I think it was the kidnapper." Logan stares at his phone in a frown.

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For those of you that don't know what BDSM means.

BDSM= Bondage & Discipline/ Dominance & Submission/ Sadism & Masochism.

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