Chapter 7: Transformation and Transport.

Julie: Aiko we need her DNA and her ID we are going to make her disappear.

Aiko: *nods solemnly* Understood, Julie. But what do we do with her after we get what we need?

Julie: *pauses, stroking her chin thoughtfully* We'll take her to the underground market on the East Coast. It's not just any city, it's a place where the unthinkable becomes reality. And for someone like Katherine, a fresh start in a world of shadows would be... poetic.

Aiko: *flicks a lock of hair from her eyes* East Coast, huh? I've heard stories. They say the nightlife there is... unique. And the buyers at the market are always looking for something new to add to their collections.

Julie: *smirks* Unique indeed. And Katherine? She'd be quite the trophy. A police chief, so high and mighty, brought low by the very people she swore to protect. A delicious irony, don't you think?

Aiko: *Her eyes light up at the thought* Oh, they'd go wild for her. She's got that commanding presence, you know? The kind that turns heads. In the right circles, she'd be worth a fortune.

Julie: Julie nods in agreement with Aiko, a twisted smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, she'd be quite the catch. But first, we've got to make it look like she's just another tragic case of arson. The kind that cleans the slate, if you know what I mean." She taps her chin again, lost in thought. "We'll need a suitable location, somewhere that's seen better days, somewhere no one would miss a little extra heat." She stands up, walking over to the map on the wall, her eyes scanning San Clemetine. "There's an abandoned warehouse district not too far from here. It's the perfect spot. We'll plant her DNA and ID there, along with her car." She looks back at Aiko, her gaze sharp. "You know how to handle a match, don't you?"

Narrator: Aiko watches Julie with a mix of admiration and trepidation, the flame of excitement flickering in her eyes as she takes in the details of the plan. She nods firmly, her grip tightening around the steering wheel of the van as they drive through the quiet streets of San Clemetine, the urban decay of the city casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. The destination looms ahead, a desolate industrial area where the echoes of forgotten businesses whisper through the night air. The perfect stage for their grim performance.

Narrator: Kneeling beside the van, Aiko meticulously sets the scene at the dilapidated warehouse. She's a silent ghost, moving swiftly and surely, placing Katherine's ID on the dusty floor. With the items planted she douses the building with petrol and lights it then jumps back in the van and heads back to the hideout.

Narrator: Upon returning to the hideout, Aiko's eyes dart nervously to the floorboards where Katherine is concealed. She can't help but wonder what the Chief is thinking in her silent, bound state.

Julie: Julie leans against the wall, arms folded, watching Aiko as she parks the van. "Good work," she says, her voice a cool contrast to the fiery scene they've just left behind. "Now we wait for the news to break. By morning, Katherine will be just another tragic story in this city's long line of them." She glances at the floorboards, a flicker of something in her eyes that might be amusement or perhaps anticipation. "And when the dust settles, we'll be long gone with our prize."

Narrator: With a grunt of effort, Julie pulls back the rug and lifts the floorboard, revealing Katrice's hogtied form. She's gagged, but her eyes are wide with rage and fear. "Look who's up," Julie says, her tone mockingly cheerful. "Time for your midnight snack." Aiko pulls out a small bowl of water and a piece of stale bread, setting it down just out of Katrice's reach. "But don't get too comfortable," she adds, withdrawing a syringe from her pocket. "You're going night-night." She injects the sedative into Katrice's thigh, watching as the fight drains from the Chief's eyes.

Narrator: As the sedative takes hold, Katrice's eyes glaze over and she slumps back onto the cold floor. Satisfied, Aiko says, "She'll be out for a while." Julie nods, replacing the floorboard and sealing Katherinee in darkness once more. "We've got a big day tomorrow," she says, yawning. "Better get some rest." The two of them settle into makeshift beds, the sound of their breathing the only companion to the ticking clock.

Narrator: The next morning, the aroma of burning toast fills the small, cramped space, jolting Katherine from her troubled slumber. Her head throbs and her limbs feel like lead, but the gnawing hunger overpowers her discomfort. She hears the clank of metal and feels the floorboards shift. A beam of light pierces through the gap as the board is lifted. Strong hands grip her arms and pull her into the harsh reality of her captivity. She's offered a piece of stale bread and a cup of water, her mouth dry as a desert. Despite her anger, she accepts it, greedily devouring the meager sustenance.

Aiko: Holds out the paper so that Katherine can read the bold headlines *Police Chief Katherine Frost killed in arson attack at a warehouse.*

Katherine: Her eyes widen with shock and disbelief as she reads the headline, the words swimming in front of her blurry vision. Her heart races as anger and fear intertwine into a roaring tornado of emotions. Her thoughts are a chaotic whirlwind: "They've done it. They've actually painted me as a victim to the very people I swore to protect." She tries to control her breathing, to keep the panic at bay, but it's a losing battle. Her eyes dart to Aiko, searching for any sign of regret or humanity, but all she finds is a cold, emotionless stare. The paper is snatched away before she can read more, leaving her with nothing but the bitter taste of betrayal and the stale bread she's been given. She is regagged so that she cannot scream out and Julie explains what is going to happen to her.

Julie: *Picks up the newspaper* "Looks like our little bonfire had the desired effect," she says, her voice a chilling blend of satisfaction and detachment. She reads the article out loud, savoring each word like a fine wine. "Ah, the grieving city, the dedicated colleagues... all mourning the loss of their beloved Chief Frost." She smirks, tossing the newspaper aside. "It's a beautiful lie, isn't it?"

Julie: Katherine's stomach turns as she hears the news. She feels the noose of fate tightening around her neck, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She's not just a captive; she's been erased from the world she knew. Her eyes plead silently with Aiko, hoping against hope for some spark of compassion. But all she sees is a wall of indifference. "Now we get to tell what your new life is going to be whore"

Aiko: Aiko watches Katherine with a detached curiosity, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of their successful deception. She takes a bite of her own toast, chewing slowly as if savoring every crumb. "You're going to be our golden ticket," she says, her voice smooth and cold as ice. "Someone out there will pay handsomely for you. And we're going to make sure you're dressed for the part." She stands and walks over to a duffel bag, rummaging through it to pull out a set of tattered, revealing clothes. "Let's get you ready for your debut."

Narrator: The world is a blur as Katherine is pulled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the sedative. Her vision swims and her head feels heavy, but she's all too aware of the rough hands untying her bonds. The tattered clothes are thrown at her, the fabric scratching against her skin as she's **** to strip and change. Each movement feels like a betrayal to her dignity, a painful reminder of the power they hold over her. She tries to protest, to fight back, but her body won't obey.

Julie: *Julie grabs Katherine by the chin, forcing her to look into a small, cracked mirror* "You're going to be a new woman, darling. A shiny bauble for the rich and twisted to play with." Her voice is a sickly sweet coo, the kind reserved for a pet that's just learned a new trick. She opens a makeup case filled with garish colors, pulling out a heavy handful of products. "Let's make you look the part, shall we?"

Julie: "Open wide," Julie commands, a twisted smile playing on her lips as she smeared a thick coat of shimmery red lipstick across Katherine's mouth. The color is obscene against her pale skin, a stark contrast to the Chief's usual professional palette. With a practiced hand, she paints Katrice's face, turning her into a caricature of herself. The eyeshadow is a garish blend of greens and purples, the eyeliner so thick it looks like she's been in a fistfight with a crayon. The blush is applied with a heavy hand, making her cheeks look like they've been slapped with a paintbrush dipped in a bloody sunset.

Aiko: Aiko watches the transformation with a smug look on her face. "You're going to be the belle of the ball," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "A real prize for some lucky soul with deep pockets and questionable morals." She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall with a cocky grin. "But don't worry, Chief. You're going to have the time of your life."

Narrator: Aiko ponders for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You know, Katherine, that name doesn't quite suit you anymore. It's too... proper. Too much baggage." She glances at the mirror, eyeing Katherine's new look with a critical eye. "How about something more... fitting for your new career path?" She says it with a wink, the glint in her eye suggesting she's already chosen a moniker for their prize.

Aiko: "Let's call you... Luna," she declares, as if bestowing a title upon a pet. "It's got a certain ring to it, don't you think?"

Julie: Julie nods in approval at Aiko's choice of name, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Luna," she repeats, rolling the name off her tongue like a fine wine. "It suits you. So mysterious, so... lost." She steps back to admire her handiwork, the harsh makeup transforming Katrice into a living doll. "Now, lets get you tied up and ready for transport to the East Coast."

Narrator: They took Luna out to the van and she saw the cage in the back. They pushed her in the cage and secured her wirsy and ankles to manacles inside the cage, They then used a special apparatus with two toys attached one for Luna's pussy and the other for her ass. They turned the toys on sending vibrations through her body. Her mouth got a vibrating dildo in her mouth to keep her quiet. They covered her eyes and ears to keep her in isolation.

Julie: *grinning as she locks the cage door* "Comfortable, Luna?" The name is a taunt, a reminder of what she's become. "It's a long trip to your new home, so we've got to make sure you don't get too bored, don't we?" She looks at Aiko with a cruel smile "By the time we get to the East Coast she should be totally broken"

Aiko: *Aiko giggles* "Yeah, she'll be begging for mercy by the time we get there." She gives Luna a little wink, enjoying the power she holds over her. "Don't worry, we'll make sure to give you plenty of... entertainment."

Narrator: *As the van rumbles to life, the vibrations from the toys in her mouth, pussy, and ass sync up with the engine's rhythm, creating an unbearable cacophony of sensation. Luna's body jerks in the cage, her mind racing as she tries to block out the humiliation and fear. The darkness is her only solace, but even that is invaded by the cruel buzzing that fills her senses.*