It wasn't hard to find the one who had slain the children. It was like the woman was just waiting for her and Sandrine" Well....she had been hungry for someone to try out her new toy on. Call it sexist but it wasn't a habit of hers to kill women, she liked male "victims" (if one could really call them that). But following the grisly scenes with images of the culprit burned into numerous minds....well, this one seemed to deserve Sandrine's brand of justice. It couldn't be ignored.

Circling wide in the city blocks around her, weary when first she saw the woman from far away....but her blood lust had been driving her. This was her game, to find the maddest dogs on the streets and take them out before they killed anymore innocents. Tonight was not going to be the night to hold back. Children were involved and everyone got touchy then....Sandrine herself had a daughter at home.

Dawn would be coming soon and the night was her friend. She came in at the lingering woman when she finally felt good about the position. The shadows providing cover until the last possible moment. When her form came sailing out from under them, it was too late for her to do much, claws piercing flesh through both shoulders as the angels body slammed into hers. We wouldn't want any surprise attacks would we"

The motion took them clear out of sight and if you had blinked you would have missed it. Retracting her claws back out roughly she grabbed the woman by her hair and knocked her out with a careful measure of strength. She didn't want to do too much damage before they even got started now did she" There were so many questions she had for her.

When she'd wake they would be in Sandrine's current house of preference for such activities. Outside the city now and far from humans she seemed to be in a cellar of some kind turned into a make shift dungeon. It was closer to the kitchen than the warehouses she used to use.

Sandrine had arranged her surgical tools along with a variety of substances in premeasured syringes on a near by tray. She had already cauterized the wounds and stripped off the top half of her guests clothes. She was chained to a table nice and secure. She'd been drugged but stimulants rushing through her now cleared the fog quickly. Sandrine was examining a platinum ink well. Opening it and inhaling the smell, savoring it.

She smiled darkly as her eyes moved to the girl on her table. She stirred the black substance in silence before placing a few drops directly on to her tongue. Practically swooning, she moaned in delight before replacing the top with care and putting it away.

She picks up her favorite knife, a piece with a wide blood chamber and an obsidian handle. Licks the tip and she grins wickedly. "Tell me, does this taste as good to you as it does to me?"

Sandrine takes the knife to her mouth and caresses it down her bottom lip with care so as not to cut her. Just to wipe a small remnant of the delicious liquid. Searching a way to penetrate her mind as she stares at her intently.

"What does it taste like to you?" She asks, curiosity piqued.

The mysterious killer licked her lips seductively, as if extremely excited, yet her eyes said she was terrified, her voice quivering as she spoke quietly and meekly, "Wagashi."

"Sweets?" She repeated, more thoughtful than an actual question. She studied the odd reactions of the woman whose eyes and body said much but whose mind said nothing.

"What's your name?" She asked with that knife still just inches from her face as she stared unwavering into her eyes.

The woman seems to be lost in a memory for a moment, then turns her gaze slowly back woard her captor and spits in her face "Sore wa, watashi o korosu kudasai. ....Anata kuso meinu"

Sandrine wiped her face off with one hand. She didn't need to know what that one meant. The meaning was clear enough. "You see," She went on conversationally as if nothing had happened, bringing her free hand to hold her by her jaw securely while bring the knife to one cheek and drawing a line slowly across it, "I taste flesh and blood." Going on to mark the other cheek she now had matching scars from the corners of her lips tilted up her cheeks. "That is much better, you're so pretty when you smile you know." Sandrine smiled at her work and nodded in agreement with herself. "The pliers?" She asked with a quizzical crease to her brow. As though she actually had a choice. Without missing a beat she nodded again to herself. "You don't need those nails anymore." "I'm going to ask you questions and you are going to answer me" It'd be nice to have something to call you but suit yourself." She fetched the tool, giving the knife a lick to sample her victims taste before leaving it for the now and grabbing the woman's right hand. Holding it and spreading her fingers, examining the wounds where her flesh was still freshly torn from the glass she had used to take those lives with, "So, this is the hand you used to kill seven children with' Let's start here then."

If she wasn't feeling chatty then it was time for the screaming to begin.

So Sandrine went to work as if this were a typical interrogation, when it was anything but, pulling the nails from the murderer's bloody hands one by one. That completed, she acquainted her killer with a little game that parents like to play with their children, only using her tools as she played. It's called "this little piggy' but whether or not she even knew of it Sandrine couldn't have said. Unlike most of her interviews, nothing slipped from this one verbally and not a clue as her mind was sealed off air tight through every whimper, cry and scream...

All Sandrine had to analyze was her body language. She was afraid but there was something else? she was turned on. Mostly she was just in horrible pain....but there was some excitement and expectation' perhaps it could be used against her in some way.

Having taken all the nails from her hands and feet, Sandrine turned to the drugs with a sigh. She wasn't a fan of chemicals but she had found they could be so very useful and why not now" One she had ready to go but the other she hadn't found cause to use yet so she took out a new syringe and measured it out. It was ever so nice that her cover job provided her with accesses to unlimited substances. It also had provided her with years experience watching different creatures and their reactions to these things. "Now baby, these are a little strong. I don't really know what drugs feel like but I've observed this particular chemical can be a lot of fun."

She dosed her up with heavy amounts of hallucinogens to help crack those walls and even a nice little ecstasy cocktail that came highly recommended. Perhaps playing on whatever those reactions were would help. The drugs would kick in quick, altering her perceptions on all levels. She had used it in some difficult cases to mess with minds, it was hard to maintain those barriers when you were being tortured as was, but add in the worst nightmares of your subconscious manifesting when things were bad...

Sandrine's claws flashed out, down to her waistline to slide into her pants. With a smooth motion she shredded them from her legs. Scratching at her flesh all the way from her hips inward to her thighs and all the way down in beautiful curving lines. They were but flesh wounds and only bled a little but as the sensitivities from the other drug went to work on her the nerves in her body became infinitely more....perceptive.

This would make pleasure and pain both more intense. The poor girl was in pain, crying pitifully. Sandrine licked the blood from her inner thigh to her hip and said, "Flesh and blood. But we all have our own tastes..."

She smiled wickedly as she crawled up onto the table, straddling her, hands pressing lightly against those tender shoulders, claws on either side of her bleeding face. "You really are making this hard on yourself dear....it doesn't have to be. But, I don't like repeating myself, so let this be the last time. What is your name?"

Meek and scared, shaking her head no and crying still, she looks up. The way she bites her lips says to Sandrine she was right about her. She was getting turned on. Her voice meek once more as she replies, "Akemi."

"Akemi, that's a pretty name. I'm not going to lie to you Akemi, you've done a very bad thing and you are in trouble. Now, I could help you but I need you to do something for me first." One hand moves up to caress her hair from her face. "I need you to walk me through what happened last tonight. From beginning to end."

As Sandrine speaks to her Akemi, began rubbing her thighs together, moaning and whimpering softly. Finishes by trailing her hand down back behind Akemi's ear, moving her fingers down her jaw line and holding her firmly there. We had to stay focused here? "But most importantly, you need to quit with this mental mute act. You have to open your mind to me. I need to see....feel....and know....everything. Exactly as you did."

That would be a good start at least. Claws to the left and claws to the right. Her left hand had a nice grip on Akemi's jaw and the dangerous black metal of her right hand was poised next to her face as she held her shoulder with gentle but unyielding pressure. Her toned legs squeezing Akemi's naked form between them. Anticipation grew and her green eyes were on fire, burning into Akemi's in the darkness.

"Let's start with why."

She gazed on her with mock concern as she petted Akemi's hair. Her voice was gentle but firm "Oh Akemi, I told you how I feel about having to say things twice."

Her claws from her right hand raked straight down the middle of Akemi's face as she held her still by the jaw with the other. She left her eyes undamaged though. Whispering as she leaned in closely, "I won't take those pretty eyes just yet, you should see how I intend to fix you first."

Maybe the girl was as loony tunes as she seemed. But with a mind like a steel trap" No, Sandrine had to investigate further. One thing she had been born with was excellent instincts, and hers told her that there was more to this than met the eye....She was bound and determined to find out what.

Shifting her weight she slid down Akemi's body, tearing the flesh of her breast and following through all the way down to those sensitive areas below the waist before stopping. "You answer my question but you still show me nothing. Perhaps I've been too gentle on you with this foreplay..." A wicked grin as she looked back up. "Are you sure you won't reconsider letting me pick that brain of yours" Or are these claws" the one positioned ever so carefully on the delicate mark applies the light but threatening pressure, "going to make sure you do not enjoy this nightmare?"

Sexual torture was largely unexplored territory beyond a bit of fun in the bedroom. This interrogation was different indeed but she'd never had anyone respond so....enthusiastically. Perhaps she'd just have to take care of that.

The gathering darkness pulling at her strings definitely heightened her experience. The rage, the desire for the kill, had her seemingly ready to do anything to get her there....The pleas and screams were satisfying and though she took pleasure in them....Akemi still wasn't giving her what she needed! The woman even tried to offer herself to Sandrine, as if she'd be tempted. Although, this play was yielding results....it could be extremely effective as a means of torture...

'No fucking way!' the resounding response to that thought. A surge of emotions, long distant events that had shaped much of who she was. Anger, the thought had entered her head. We all had lines we didn't cross and the was one for Sandrine. Was it so very different from other forms of torture and punishments she undeniably took personal enjoyment administering" Perhaps not....The mental aspects were certainly especially cruel, but there were so many other ways. She was working blind and she just had to be creative.

She reminded herself that this murderer had killed seven little girls and that she was bound to find out why. This creature, what ever she was, was no victim. All the answers were there and she was just getting carried away in the excitement of having a challenge for once was all....This dang case had gotten to her right from the start and now more than ever she needed to focus. There were a lot of details, even if she hadn't gotten into her head, she had established a few very important things. She was conscious of an itching on the back of her neck as she calmed her breathing and went to sorting through where to start....Ignoring it, not for the first time, she zeroed in on a little theory of hers that was starting to come together...

For all the misleading sexual reactions and evening offering herself, clearly an act of pure fear and desperation to not be shredded, Akemi was wanting for someone else. At first she seemed to be getting off on the pain....a conditioned response" Where would we see that....a slave? Some sort of temple slut maybe. Sacrificing children, especially young girls as virgins wasn't uncommon in a lot of the nasty magics. There had been no marks on her religious or otherwise and there was nothing ritualistic in nature. But whatever the case, Sandrine was sure the statement about not belonging to her meant she did belong to someone. Perhaps someone whose dirty work she was under orders to commit' Or perhaps not. Either way, she had to find out who.

Akemi had said she would do anything, maybe she'd take a deal. In Rhy'Din you could belong to whoever was strong enough to take you so the girl might have a story....Sandrine spoke of the revelation as she switched to a more gentle voice, though her eyes had a dangerous intensity. "I didn't know that you belonged to someone..." She withdrew her claws and retracted them back inside of her hands. Lifting them up, her face unreadable now as she said made the offer, "Give me your master's name....and I won't touch you there again."

She might not believe a word that came from Akemi's mouth, if that was even her name, but hopefully....not wanting to get raped and mutilated by those claws....would prove a good incentive to think carefully about her answer this time.