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My new playboy arrived. My knife's edge glinted in the basement's orange lights. "H-Hello...T-T-Toy" Whimpers came from the cage hung from the ceiling. "Do-n't b-e s-s-scared, lit-tle o-o-one." "I-It'll on-ly h-hurt a-bit. haha-hah-hah." The only reply was more loud whimpers. There was movement in the corner. I open the cage door, walk inside and closing it behind me. Walking closer to the trembling figure, my knife raised high. "Hehehehe" Before I sink the knife into its flesh, the basement door was knocked down.

"ON YOUR KNEES NOW! DROP YOUR WEAPON." Yells echoed around me.

Under my breath I whispered, "Crap, Cops.."

Dropping on my knees and following orders, I looked toward the kid. It was being comforted by a female cop. She was whispering sweet things into its ears. It looked at me with eyes filled with terror. I sneered menacing and it turned its head.

"This is the murderer we've been looking for?! Unbelievable" I recognize that voice anywhere.

"Ni-ce t-to me-e-t yo-u i-in per-son a-again, De-tective Lake-front."

A shocking gaze ment my souless eyes "Dear Zalgo...Legend Nixton!"