Time for some motherfucking answers!!! (John Doe, NEW ADULT SLUETH)

“Who the fuck are you?” You ask tightening your grip around the woman’s neck.

“Natasha… Natasha Veicht is my name.”

“Where is Miss Drew, is she alright?”

“Nancy Drew is fine Mr. Doe, we have her in a safe place.”

“How do I know you aren’t lying to me?”

“You don’t.”

“What makes you think I won’t just snap your neck right here you fucking bitch!”

“You would have already done it if you thought the situation was hopeless, plus I sense humanity in you. I really don’t think you have it in you to kill a person.”

“I will…”

“Listen John, we aren’t the bad guys. I know it may not seem that way right now but you are just going to have to trust me.”

“I… I just want Miss Drew back safely, and I want to know where Mrs. Kamp’s daughter is…”

“You are a very admirable person, John Doe, but we are not the source of her disappearance. Maybe you should extend your visit to The Kamp Manor.”

“Why are you being so cryptic? Can’t I just get one straight answer from you?”

“Where would the fun be in that? Your search into this dark mystery has only just begun! Goodnight, Mr. Doe it truly was a pleasure meeting you. Maybe next time we can meet under better circumstances.”

“Goodnight?”

“Yes, goodnight…” Natasha turns her body slightly and swiftly kicks her leg into the air landing a clean blow to your head in less than a blink of the eye. “Sleep tight, kiddo.”

You fall straight back onto the hard wooden floor before completely blacking out.

“John… John… Are you okay?”

“What… who…” You stutter trying to focus on the person talking to you. “Nancy! Oh thank god, I thought maybe they killed you.”

You notice the strobes were no longer flashing there obnoxious radiance. Instead normal bulbs light the long hallway. Mrs. Kamp stands a few feet away holding her arms across her naked chest.

“I’m glad you are okay Angelica, I’m sorry for what happened to you.”

“Its okay John, it isn’t your fault. I’m just happy you are safe too.”

“I think they were just trying to scare us. I guess we should get out of here but before we go, Mrs. Kamp… you said earlier, that you thought you knew who did this.”

“I think I do… maybe we should get out of this place though… it’s giving me the creeps.” Angelica whispers.

You unbutton your shirt and hand it to Mrs. Kamp. “Here Angelica, you might want to put this on.”

“Thank you John. Angelica mumbles as she glances lovingly at your muscular chest.

You all agree and make your way toward the front door exit. This time it’s open and you head back out into the bright mid-afternoon sunlight.

“I need to take a shower. Follow me back to my place and I’ll give you something that I think will greatly help you on this case.”