Taking notes is not really a part of the plan. However, after looking him up a bit, we realized that he always had a knack about detective stuff and police-work. In fact, I think he's studying a crime fighting-related degree in a university somewhere in Ma.s.sachusetts. From what we can see, Justin is not taking notes to know what Special Agent Barnes is going right... He is, in fact, noting the many things that a detective shouldn't do. Special Agent Barnes is Justin's model in judging what a failure looks like.

That's harsh. Even for me.

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The following conversation between Subject 1 and Special Agent Barnes were recorded in Justin's vantage point along with some of my commentary. I must note that even with all the tech we have, we still had to heighten the capacity of our mic to hear what the two of them were saying. Which really exemplifies the fact that... Justin is a mutant wh.o.r.e, I guess?

"You're awfully nervous, aren't you?" Barnes said after he saw Subject 1 downing a federal agent's drink, something he truly enjoyed to see. It's not common to see someone drinking someone else's drink after all, let alone from a stranger who so happened to be a federal agent.

"Wh?" Subject 1 said as his eyes widened with the glisten of an innocent child. "How did you know?"

"I just know. Part of the job." Barnes lied, but using his ident.i.ty as a detective always worked in his favor. The fact that he used that approach to Subject 1 means that the special agent is interested. "Don't worry. I find it adorable when you do that."

"Do what?" Subject 1 nervously mumbled with a chuckle.

"That. You know, trying hard to get me." Barnes whispered as he leaned closer to Subject 1.

Subject 1's eyes fell onto the ground after hearing what Barnes had said; he was rendered speechless, for he thought that the special agent had seen through his facade. Nevertheless, he continued to march on, thinking that maybe he's just overthinking.

"Hmph, so you're reading my mind all this time, huh?" The man said, leaning forward as well, but this time, he faced the entirety of his body to William Barnes with his legs opened wide. "I don't like that. I don't like that at all." Subject 1 finally found a way to overcome his fear one way or another as he tapped his feet on the ground.

The special agent noticed this as he paused to think about a response while looking at Subject 1's hardened crotch. Not that Subject 1 is actually not hard at the time; he just placed a banana in his underwear. This is Justin's idea, of course. Shocking.

"You can say that." The federal agent failed to say a snappy reply, for the allure that the man was exuding halted the functionality of his brain as he felt his blood traveling to his lower half.

"Why don't I buy you a drink, then, Mr. Psychic?" Subject 1 said. This is the cue for the bar owner to give Barnes the drug by spiking it in his drink. After the event that transpired earlier when the bar was still close, Subject 1 was now reluctant to trust the bar owner from doing his side of the bargain. However, Subject 1 was not aware that Justin had promised the bar owner that he would come back to him for another round if he did as they had planned. Apparently, this fat guy right here is easy to persuade. "Give him what a bourbon. He always drinks that when he comes here."

"Oh?" Barnes whispered with his head placed on his hands. "And how did you know that I frequently come here, boy?"

Subject 1 couldn't remember what he had said to make Barnes ask that question out of the blue, but he was not a nervous wreck anymore. A few random quirks and absurdities wouldn't be the reason for his plan to fail.

"I guess you're not the only psychic around here, Mr. Detective."

Barnes was amused after hearing Subject 1's reply. When the bar owner placed the spiked bourbon in front of him, Barnes chugged it down in one go without much thought. He noticed that the drink smelled a bit differently, and it tastes somehow bitter but not in a conventional way. Not to mention, it has a twinge sour taste that he had never tasted before in a bourbon. Nevertheless, he didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward with his newfound partner, so he smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"You're not the only one out here who can chug uhh... a drink." Barnes stammered as he wiped his wet lips. "Say, why don't we leave this place and..."

"And?" Subject 1 responded after seeing Special Agent Barnes hesitating to speak.

"Ugh..." Barnes suddenly felt a ringing noise in his ears while his sight suddenly turned into that of a kaleidoscope, making the wan in front of his appear to have made multiple copies of himself. He then stood up but failed as his feet slipped, making him fall into Subject 1's arms.

"I didn't know you're a lightweight, Mr. Detective."

Barnes' mind is so muddled that he couldn't think properly, but his mind could process information enough to see the broad smirk painted on Subject 1's face.

"Dude looks f.u.c.ked. Why don't you take him home, man?" The bar owner playfully suggested with a chuckle.

"You heard that, Mr. Detective? You'll be coming home with me!" Subject 1 said while lightly tapping his hands on Barnes' cheeks with an obviously fake and sarcastic sounding childish tone.

As Barnes' consciousness started to dwindle, he tried to take what remains of his already failing mind to take the phone in his pocket to call his partner subtly without anyone noticing.

However, before he could even slip his hand in his pocket, he suddenly felt the cold, thin hands of somebody behind him, gripping his arms.

"Shall we take him home together, sir?"

And thus, as he heard the voice of a stranger behind him while gazing at the face of yet another stranger in front of him, Special Agent William Barnes' consciousness faded.

When he regained his consciousness he felt that all the weight of the world had befallen towards him. Not only that but he noticed that he's lying on a stranger's bed. As if that wasn't bad enough, after moving for a bit, he noticed that he was tied tightly on that said bed from top to toe. I'm not kidding. Whoever tied him up had done such a great job that even his toes were tied up.

He noticed the naked figure of a man in front of him as he holds headphones while smiling in a... I can only describe it as triumphantly evil, like that of Lucifer, flipping the usual narrative as he stomped on Gabriel's defeated figure.

As Barnes' eyes moved all around, he noticed that there were s.e.x toys everywhere his eyes could reach, from the ceiling to the wall. Heck, there might even be some s.e.x toy on the ground that he couldn't see.

"Wait for a while, okay?" The naked man said in a chuckle. "I'm still tweaking this recording."

Surprisingly, Detective Barnes looked calm as if he didn't find anything wrong in whatever is happing at that moment. He just thought that maybe this man just has some kind of extreme bondage fetish. Though he's not a big fan of BDSM, Barnes is not afraid of trying it out every now and then. He just didn't like the drug-play that he did in the bar earlier. Maybe the voice he heard behind him and the hand grabbing his arm earlier was just a part of his hallucination.

"There you go! It's all done!" Subject 1 exclaimed in a child-like tone, further capitalizing on the fact that he's younger than the detective. "Let me just put this in you for a bit, okay, Mr. Psychic Detective." Subject 1 continued with that same childish tone, but the look in his face was not at all kind nor innocent.

Barnes heaved a deep sigh, troubled about all these foreplay. He just wanted to f.u.c.k after all.

After a few static, William Barnes finally realized that this is not at all foreplay. No, it is foreplay, but not for s.e.x.

"Good day. If you're listening to this clip, know that you're already dead. I'm going to kill you bit by bit."

After hearing this, Detective Barnes groaned, wanting to scream, but he realized that there was a ball gag in his mouth covered by multiple layers of duct tape.

"I will start from your feet so you can feel everything that I will do to you."

The monotonous voice of the recording was obviously from the man before him. He recorded this just for this very moment. Barnes could do nothing but to see the naked man in front of him move about the small room that he later identified as a gigantic van used by those people that his colleagues would identify as "white trash."

"I will explain in this recording everything that I will do to you."

Barnes shook, his entire body started wriggling, although he wasn't consciously controlling it. He continued to listen to the loud but silent recording as he saw the man holding a dull knife while he held a rather gigantic-looking d.i.l.d.o in his other hand.

"You will die."

Subject 1 took a step towards William Barnes. The special agent noticed that the man was wearing his ID. He doesn't know why; I don't understand it too. Still, one thing is true. Seeing this made Barnes shake more than ever.

"You will please me."

Subject 1 leaned on the bed as he slapped the pink, gigantic d.i.l.d.o on William Barnes bare but caged member. The way he slapped his member strengthened every slap he makes, making William Barnes squirm. He couldn't accept how hard this entire thing is making him feel as he felt the metallic cage around his d.i.c.k gripping his other head. Nevertheless, as Subject 1 slapped his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, he just gets even harder and the pain just gets even more unbearable.

"You will not like it."

Subject 1 finally stopped slapping his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, giving William Barnes enough time to a.s.sess the situation with a relieved sigh.

"It's okay."

However, the man slowly lifted the knife in his other hand, pointing it at his caged d.i.c.k. At this point, Barnes is already trying his very best to shout for him to stop, but with the way Subject 1's eyes glistened like his sharp knife, Barnes knew that he wouldn't stop no matter how much he cried and begged.

"Just let it happen."

Tears started to burst out of his eyes like that of a dam with a cracking wall.

Subject 1 then moved his arm, signaling that he was about to stab one of Barnes' b.a.l.l.s if not both.

When it happened.

A noise.

A rustling sound.

A footstep.

Not from Justin.

No, this one is too heavy, too thick, too confident for it to be Justin's timid and unconfident steps.

"Good evening! This is the police. May I come in?"