An Extraordinary Day - segment 01

Chapter 01

Dozens of police officers surrounded the busy grocery store, guns drawn, adrenaline flowing. Reliable witnesses reported seeing Hank Simpson in the vicinity, but the officers did not know just where to find the escaped serial killer. Just one month out of the academy, though, Officer Susan Wilson stood ready and eager for action.

“Wilson, take a look behind those stacked boxes.” Captain Mallory yelled this from a point a short distance from the young officer. As she walked slowly behind the boxes, an arm shot out and grabbed her. The feel of a cold knife held against her neck had Susan standing still, too shocked to move, her recent hostage training forgotten.

“Now, look what I’ve got here, a pretty lady.” The killer’s harsh voice whispered this in her ear, and she felt his other hand moving tighter around her waist. After unhooking her utility belt and letting it fall to the ground, he reached over to take the gun from her hand. This he tucked into the waistband of his trousers.

Susan heard an angry voice yell, “Let her go, you bastard.” Standing among the other police officers was her partner, Jeremy Byrne. The 32-year-old Irish officer only recently received the young recruit as his partner. The fact that he was single and she was a cute brunette had nothing to do with his feelings for her.

Instead of answering, Simpson dragged the now-struggling officer away from the group and toward an empty police car. After he pushed her into it, the last clear memory Susan had was his fist slamming against her jaw, then only blackness. She never felt the car starting to move as he took off in the stolen vehicle.

She regained consciousness when the car turned into the parking lot of a deserted warehouse. Susan’s first sight was of gulls flying overhead, and she realized they were somewhere on the Embarcadero. The first sound she heard was the roar of police sirens as her fellow officers raced up the long pier stretching out into the bay. Five police cars screeched to a stop, including the one driven by her partner.

Before she could escape, Simpson was dragging Susan out of his stolen vehicle, the knife back against her neck. He looked behind him at the warehouse door, just out of his reach. “All of you, get back, or I’ll kill her,” he yelled, starting to walk backwards closer to the door. “I’ve nothing to lose but want some fun first.” His free hand, now holding her around the waist, started moving upwards. When some of the police officers surrounding him started toward him, he started laughing. This caused chills to go down Susan’s spine from the evil sound of it. The knife pressed against Susan’s neck even harder, and she felt wetness going down under her uniform collar.

“You over there,” he said, pointing at Jeremy, who was near the front of the group. “Yes, you. Throw your gun on the ground.” Jeremy did as Simpson ordered, but failed to discard the second “throw away” gun attached to his left ankle.

Chapter 02

Simpson waved his hand at Jeremy to have him come closer. Unsure of what would happen next, Jeremy slowly walked within a few feet of the serial killer and his captive. “Now you’re going to help me have some sport with her.” Jeremy frowned at his next words. “Take off her shoes and socks and throw them in there.” His free hand pointed to a large mud puddle just inches away.

When Jeremy hesitated, Simpson pressed the knife even harder into Susan’s throat. “Do it now or the bitch dies.” Seeing the murderer was on the point of losing control, Jeremy knelt down and slowly removed the required clothing. Susan felt his warm hands circling her naked ankles before he once again stood.

“Very good, mister, you’re doing just fine.” Simpson’s free hand then came up to the top of her uniform’s blouse. “She has too much on for what I’m going to do with her, so I want you to help me out some more. Undo this zipper, all the way down.”

Susan heard swearing from the officers standing yards behind Jeremy. They realized what was about to happen to her even as the murderer started whispering in her ear. He murmured in explicit words how he would use every inch of her naked body. Once he had her alone in that building behind them, Susan would be at his mercy. Horrified as any woman would be, Susan looked at Jeremy, who still hadn’t followed that order.

Simpson looked impatiently at Jeremy. “Now, mister, get moving. I want to see what I’ll be getting.” After saying those words, he leaned toward Susan and stuck his tongue in her ear. She pulled away from him, without thinking, but felt more wetness going down her neck. “You’ll enjoy this, so stop fighting me. It’s going to happen.”

When Jeremy saw the steady trickle of blood now soaking the blouse, he reached over and slid the zipper down to the bottom. On hearing the next command, he slowly removed the blouse, an apology in his eyes as he did it.

“The slacks next. Come on, I know all you men want to see her naked as much as I do.” Susan looked around at the male officers and wondered if this comment was true, but she could not read their faces. The two female officers standing with the men, however, could feel her almost palpable terror.

As Jeremy slowly undid Susan’s slacks and pulled them to the ground, Simpson kept whispering what he soon would be doing. When the slacks joined the other items in the mud puddle, she stood there in her underwear, shivering, unsure if it was from the cold on her skin or from fright.

Simpson said loudly so all the people around him could hear, “Oh, you feel so good, honey.” His hand moved up from her waist to cup her left breast. She could feel his heat through the bra’s material, and then winced in pain as he squeezed it tightly. “You’re going to love what we do, but I’ll have to punish you first for this guy’s slowness to follow my orders.” He looked at Jeremy, who was standing quietly, now a couple yards away from them. “Oh, you don’t like what I’m going to do? You want her yourself, do you? Go join the others like a good boy, and maybe you can have her when I’m done.”

Moving a short distance away, Jeremy’s eyes blazed in anger. At that point, the knife came down from Susan’s throat to cut through the front of her bra. Simpson seemed not to care when the knife bit into the skin between her breasts. Jeremy took a step forward, but the knife was back against her throat before he could reach her. The material fell away onto the ground leaving Susan covered by only one piece of black silk material.

“You can get back with the rest of the cops now,” Simpson said, motioning Jeremy back toward the suddenly quiet group of police officers. “I can handle this from now on.” The leer on his face left the men and women knowing exactly what he would be handling in the next few minutes. Never removing the knife from her throat, Simpson’s other hand wandered over her body. When he pulled her up tightly against him, Susan felt his arousal growing harder, pressing into her back.

“I could take you right here,” he whispered, “and those guys would be able to watch us. Would you like that?” As tears finally started down her face, Susan knew there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. Through her tears, she saw Jeremy standing close to Officer Rafe Jackson, another recent academy graduate. Captain Mallory was near the door of the deserted warehouse, also unable to stop what was about to happen.

Simpson must have seen him since his next command was to Captain Mallory. He looked over at the stocky man and called out an order. “You, open that door so I can get started. She’s ready for me, aren’t you?” This last he said to her, but he never took his eyes off the captain. Pointing the knife at the door he wanted opened, this was the first time Simpson had removed it from Susan’s throat for any length of time.

Chapter 03

Two shots rang out, the sound almost deafening those nearby. The first knocked the knife out of Simpson’s hand. The second found a home in his crotch, causing him to fall to the ground, writhing in agony. His screams of pain drowned out the yells coming from the police racing toward him. As two officers dragged the bleeding murderer to his feet and into one of the waiting vehicles, Susan felt someone putting his arms around her.

“It’s over, Susan, you’re safe now.” She looked up into Jeremy’s face, unable to speak or even move. He removed his jacket and used it to cover part of her naked body. Putting his arms once more around her, he glanced over her head at Captain Mallory, who had walked up behind them.

“Jeremy, you didn’t need that second shot, you know. However, I’m glad you made it count.” Susan held on to Jeremy, trying to keep her shaking legs from giving out. Captain Mallory continued, softly so only Jeremy and Susan heard him, “The dispatcher back at the department just notified me some of my officers checked out his home in Colma. In the backyard, they discovered a large pit covered with an old tarp. When they removed that, underneath were the bodies of five women in varying stages of decay.” Captain Mallory winced before continuing. “From what the officers could tell from the more recent ones, he’d taken his time with them before they died.”

Jeremy’s arms tightened protectively around Susan. “He never planned on letting her out of the warehouse alive, did he?” Not waiting for an answer, he picked up Susan in his arms. While walking to the car, Jeremy whispered, “It’s finally over, Susan. He’ll never hurt you again.”

As they drove away, Susan knew there must be a way to thank the man sitting behind the wheel beside her. For now, though, she was content to listen to Jeremy’s soft voice telling her that she was safe and that he was taking her first to the hospital and then home.

Chapter 04

Susan had thought he meant her home, not his. After a brief time at the hospital, Susan slowly walked back with Jeremy to his black and white police car. She now wore a well-worn hospital gown over her underpants, the one item of her clothing not soaked through by the mud puddle. After Jeremy opened the car’s passenger door, Susan felt his warm hand slide into the opening at the back of the gown.

Unable to help herself, she leaned back against him at hearing Jeremy’s whisper, “Your skin is so soft.” His heavier body pushed Susan against the side of the car, trapping her against the metal. “I went crazy seeing that bastard touching you.” He kept the following thought to himself. It should be me, Susan, and it will be. Realizing there were people walking near them, Jeremy moved away from Susan and let her get into the car.

Neither spoke during the trip across town to Jeremy’s home. Susan kept looking over at him, seeing only her usual partner, quiet and in control. She put down his strange action back at the hospital as reaction to the recent fear for her safety and failed to notice his growing arousal.

Unknown to her, he was fighting a losing battle with his desire for the young woman. When Simpson cut away her bra and exposed her naked breasts, Jeremy had felt his body react to that sight. Even as his hatred grew for the rapist, he admitted he wanted Susan for himself. During their months of being together, Jeremy had learned much about the 21-year-old woman.

She had even shyly admitted to him during one boring night patrol that she never had been with a man. “My strict parents raised me to believe a woman should save herself for the man she loved.” Seeing Jeremy nod, in what she thought was agreement with her beliefs, Susan decided to confide something else. “The friends I made at the academy think I’m a freak, but I saw so many of them crying when a man they dated dropped them. That convinced me I was right to hold out for marriage.”

Now, sitting next to the silent man who had saved her virtue, Susan looked out the car’s window, at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Jeremy?”

“Yes?”

Susan licked her lips nervously, before continuing, “This isn’t the way to my apartment. Where are you taking me?”

Jeremy didn’t answer her, just took a deep shaky breath and kept driving. He had lost his inner battle between chivalry and lust.

Chapter 05

Jeremy parked the car in front of his home. Usually he left the squad car at the station where he had parked his own car, but this morning Jeremy was in too much of a rush to get back home. He knew the captain would excuse this break in protocol because of how he handled the serial murderer. Because he valued his privacy, Jeremy rented a small house in the industrial section of town. On the weekends, the area was completely deserted as it was on this particular Sunday morning.

Getting out of the car, he walked around it and waited for Susan to get out. He looked around to make sure the warehouse across the street was deserted. “Come on, Susan. Let’s go inside out of the sun.” He came close to pulling her out of the car when she didn’t move fast enough. Much as he wanted to be patient with her, Jeremy’s traitorous body needed release.

Susan slowly went up the asphalt walkway to the small building’s front door. Close behind her walked Jeremy. He was unable to take his eyes off her body showing through the gap in the hospital gown and saw she still was wearing only her silk panties.

Once inside the house, Jeremy closed the door and reached for Susan. “Do you know how close you came today to dying?” He brushed his lips against her hair while reaching behind her to undo the ties of the gown. “After today’s incident, Captain Mallory will probably put you on desk duty, so this might be the last time we’ll be together.”

Susan agreed something like that would probably happen. Captain Mallory had already mentioned reassigning her to one of the investigation sections where there was a lack of female officers. She was about to say something about this to Jeremy, when he stepped away from her. Her eyes opened wide when he shucked off his uniform shirt. “What are you doing?”

Jeremy silently watched her reaction, while kicking off his shoes. He then unzipped his slacks and slowly brought them down his legs until they puddle on the floor by his stocking feet. His eyes never left Susan’s face and felt hopeful at her curious expression. Finally, he leaned down to remove his socks. Standing in front of Susan, wearing only his white boxer shorts, Jeremy motioned for her to come closer.

Her hospital gown hung loosely around her when she stepped nearer. She began having second thoughts when he removed the gown and tossed it aside. “I think I should go. You’re going too fast. I’m not ready, Jeremy, it’s too soon.” Susan tried to back away, but Jeremy grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Susan, it’s not too soon. We will go slowly, but I need to show you sex isn’t terrible between two people.” Jeremy quickly looked around the room and decided his old sofa was the perfect place for what he planned. “Come, sit down, and we’ll just talk for now.”

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