Free The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2) by Suzanne Steele Page B

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    For the first time in his life, his practice of BDSM had gone beyond his mental fortitude and into the vulnerable realm of his heart and emotions. Yes, he held the power by using the kid to keep her here, but he couldn’t give into the full force of jealousy that he felt and take the chance of losing her. Fuck it, it didn’t matter right now because now was the time she was fully his. Now was the time for aftercare. He released her from the restraints that held her and gently pulled her body into his arms so he could carry her up to his room. For the next few hours, they could both get lost in a world only the two of them inhabited—a place where the Master cared for his slave after a session.
     



Chapter Twelve
    Agent Turner
    Agent Turner stood over the body that was lying on the cold metal table at the coroner’s. It troubled him immensely that such a young man had met his demise at the hands of a cold-blooded killer.
    The coroner eyed the agents with sincerity as he spoke. Agent Turner knew by the sadness in the older gentleman’s eyes that there was something troubling him about this case.
    “Your victim’s genitals were cut off. The two of you are dealing with one sick bastard. He didn’t just cut off his penis. He spent hours torturing the poor kid before the final death blow, or slice I should say. Three of his fingernails were ripped out, a common method of torture during interrogations. It looks like pliers, possibly needle nosed pliers, were used.”
    Agent Turner braced himself for a visual as he watched Herb pull back the sheet. Even for a seasoned agent, what he saw horrified him.
    “This is personal. It’s like he punished the boy for being Toby’s friend,” his partner said.
    “No, it’s more like he was punishing him for introducing Toby to hustling.” Agent Turner answered.
    “But he didn’t go through with it. He didn’t turn the trick.”
    “The killer doesn’t know that. We need to talk to that john.” Agent Turner turned his attention back to the coroner. “The defensive wounds show he was attacked with a knife, perhaps to be subdued.”
    My preliminary finding is that there was an initial struggle, which involved a knife. Once the boy was subdued, he was tied down with rope. These ligature marks are from hemp. There’s one on each wrist and then also down here at his ankles. Many times killers use hemp or jute—natural rope—to restrain a victim rather than rope that contains vinyl, which comes untied easily. Though this is hemp rope, it’s synthetic hemp.”
    Agent Turner spoke, “There are benefits to going with synthetic hemp, rather than using natural hemp. It doesn’t have to be oiled, it’s water resistant, and it floats. Also, it doesn’t swell or tighten when it gets wet, it sheds significantly less, the ends can be whipped, knotted, taped, or heat sealed for any look or feel the killer desires, and, last but not least, it has a light, sweet aroma. If I didn’t know any better, I would venture to say our killer is a roper.”
    “As in the BDSM community?” the coroner asked.
    “Yes, his love of rope shows that he took great care in what he chose to bind his victim. Another thing about synthetic hemp is that it’s washable. That means any blood or epithelia can be washed away. Our boy is smart; he knows exactly what he is doing.”
    “How can you tell what kind of rope he is using?” Agent Murphy questioned.
    The coroner answered her, “The ligature marks reveal a lot. The width and the depth the rope bit into the areas where he was subdued and… the son of a bitch left a piece of it in your victim’s pocket. Your boy is purposely taunting you.”
    Agent Turner grabbed a plastic glove from his pocket to get a closer look at the rope. Herb spoke as he handed it to him, “You keep those things in your pocket?”
    “You never know when you might need one, just like right now.”
    “Do you think the fact that the rope is colored means anything?”