A New Victim, Parts II and III

Carrie and Roger spent ten days together. It'd take them two days to even make it to the shower. She'd give him her pussy, her mouth, her ass. She'd bathed with him. She took him to dinner. They even had a photo taken together at the mall when they were getting him some new clothes. And every Monday was a Roger Davis day -- a meal, some air conditioning, and a hot slut to fuck.

She'd been back for a day when the sirens started again. Carrie steeled herself for the inevitable, as she went to find Nia.

"What happened?" Carrie asked tearfully.

"Diamond and Ebony. We're down a third of our girls. And no one is close to even finding this fuck," Nia said, slapping the table in frustration. "They had four and five carved on their feet. Lock the door, Carrie. Stay in please, for both our sakes."