Massaging my shoulder with one hand I pour myself a glass of wine with the other. The microwave beeps and I remove the noodles. I set them gently on the table and light a candle.

Sweet sweet  Saturdays.

I let my body slump on the sofa and a loud sigh escapes from my lips. I take a bite of food and moan as the spice hits my tastebuds. Chicken noodles were my favorite even if they were two days old. I lean forward to take another bite.

       My phone chimes but I ignore it. Simon and his date crises could wait. It rings again and Simon's name flashes on the screen. I send it straight to voicemail.

   Gosh, can't a lady get a little me time with her Chicken noodles?

      I take a spoonful of the noodles and as I'm about the put the delightful yumminess in my mouth my phone rings again.

   “Simon unless your girlfriend has  thrown a jar of ice cold water on you  because you bored her to death, I don't see why I need to hear your shitty voice.”

"Switch on your tv," he says urgently.

“What? Why? Which channel?” I ask trying to find the remote, my things had a habit of disappearing just when I needed them the most.

“ Sarah just switch on the damn tv.” he shouts.

With confusion I turn it on.

      Immediately I see a thick glass box with the blurred image of a man standing in it. He comes closer to the glass wall and bangs his fist on the glass and I recognize his face instantly. His face is ghastly white and his usually bright eyes are terrified with fear. I change the channel and the same petrified face peers through the glass. I can hear Simon's shallow breaths through the phone. The man continues his banging, his lips move slightly and the camera zooms in. His pleading eyes look directly at me as if begging me to free him from this insanity. An evil mechanical laugh booms in the room. The man continues to slam his hands on the glass, purple bruises colour his now swollen fist and blood trickles down forming dark red streaks on the transparent wall. Slowly water starts filling in the box and the caged man's panic heightens, the banging becomes desperate; the blood trickles faster just like his hopeless tears, the camera is again zoomed in at his face and I can see the new absolute fear creeping in the man's eyes as he begged to be released.

    Another man walks in. He is wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. His face is covered with a white mask. Only his cold green eyes are visible. His black pants do nothing to hide his height and even through the loose hoodie, his muscular frame is apparent. He speaks and a sinful mechanical voice is heard.

“ Today you are going to learn a very important lesson, the first of many more to come. All children watching this go to your room and shut the door, this is not meant for your eyes."

     A few moments passed and he stood there looking directly at the camera, his green eyes sending shivers down my spine. And then he spoke again while pacing around the room.

   “This man here committed a crime, but our judicial system is laughable and so he was released without a scratch. Now I'm going to take justice in my hands, " The camera zooms in at his intense green eyes and I take in a sharp breath.

" Watch carefully and learn.”

      The water starts pouring faster and the man inside tries to kick the glass, his desperate screams are only a hollow through the glass, the water reaches his waist and the alarm in his eyes is heightened, mixed with dread and sheer terror. The water kept pouring, it now reached his chest. The man begged for mercy but the masked man laughed and simply walked over to increase the flow.

   My breath stopped as the water reached his face and he stood on tiptoes.

"You didn’t show mercy to others and now you beg for it, How Ironic!”, the mechanical voice roared again.

My eyes are focused on the man, my breaths are in sync with his, becoming hollow every second as I see him struggle. I will him to swim but then I remember He Can't. My hand starts hurting and only then I realize my white knuckles.

The man started jumping trying to get air in his lungs. He opened his mouth to cry out loud, but the sound was swallowed by the glass, the mercilessly water started filling his lungs. His eyes widened one last time before the struggle stops and the body floated on the water. The camera zoomed in at the body and stayed there as if daring him to move. Then the masked man appeared again.

“Next time you think of doing something wrong remember my name," The name Zeus flashed on the screen in bold white letters, then it went blank.

A static noise came and I saw the rattled face of a news reporter.

"We do not know if this was a stunt, the police commissioner has requested everyone to calm down. We here at Prime Time will keep you posted."

Simon's voice crackled in my phone "Come to the station right now, someone has just murdered Timothy Stark on national television”

I sighed, there went, my sweet Saturday.

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“It's not a stunt, Timothy is missing from his house, where he was staying with his girlfriend” our butthead aka Colin shouted. His phone just would not stop ringing.

" I am getting hell of pressure from above, not to mention Timothy's thousand fans are screaming their heads off on social media, and the general public is scared shit. See the video again and again. I don’t care how long you stay here, get your brains together and find that bastard”, he said covering the phone and returned back to the caller.

    A week had passed since Colin's speech and we had almost nothing. There was nobody who saw a masked man, no trace of location, no information about the killer, no idea about what crime he was talking about. We couldn't even trace back his hacked path.

His words rang in my ears "First of many more to come " and my stomach churned as the image of the dead man's glassy eyes made their appearance in my mind.

      I played the video for the hundredth time, each time his green eyes focused on me they made goosebumps erupt on my body. My eyes were drooping from a lack of sleep. Colin was being an even bigger butthead his hoarse voice was now coarse, his blond hair was disheveled and he thew profanities at anyone who dared to look at him. I saw Jenny getting kicked out from Colin's office, with a long frustrated sigh I brought my attention back to the video.

Now, why would someone murder America's favorite star that too live on telly, I thought staring back to the screen with Zeus's name.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed on my table.

“I really needed that,"  I said making space for the cup. My table was littered with files that had literally everything I could find about Timothy.

"It's not going to get us anywhere "Simon yelled with frustration.

“I don’t know how he could build a gigantic tank in his house and no one noticed, besides I have read everything there is on Timmy here and I didn’t find anything except about ten thousand girls confessing their love for him.”

“The whole business is tricky,” Simon said his signature words, and I glared at him.

I took a gulp of coffee and the tv screen changed and showed static, I raised my head up to look and the coffee in my mouth went flying in the air, landing straight on Simon's shirt. Simon cursed aloud, his mind hardly even registering the hot liquid on his clothes. Everybody had their eyes trained on tv.

The same mechanical voice came threatening me to spill my guts out. A man was standing on a stool, a tight rope was placed on his neck. The camera traveled with the rope and to its other end, where a bucket was tied to the rope that hung midair.

The same masked man walked in.

“Children be good and go to your room. Adults stay seated. You must not have recognized this man, let me introduce you to Mr. Lark." The camera zoomed in on the man and he pleaded.

" Please don't kill me ".

“Shut the hell up; as you must have guessed Mr. Lark also committed a crime. And he too..... is going to die."

    He laughs a humorless laugh only his cruel eyes looked amused.

  "You see I was bored, our officers are really inefficient but I decided to give them a chance just to spice things up. Look at the room carefully officers. The camera roamed and showed a dim room, a faint sound hummed  from the back. In every 10 mins, I'm going to add a weight of 500 grams to this bucket. You do the math, and I haven’t informed you about the fun part....all of it will go on live tv” the tv muted and the frantic chatter started.

Colin came running, “Get your asses up and about, do whatever the hell you have to, find this psycho or I'll have your heads".

We all jumped to action, the same video was played over and over again, I saw the views, in 5 mins it had already reached 5k. Why people enjoyed watching this again was beyond me. There was nothing peculiar about the room, it could be anywhere in the country. I heard frustrated sighs and groans of my colleagues.

" Wait, " I said noticing something.

"What?"

"Remove all the noise, clear the background noise."

Before he could do that the tv blipped and the man laughed and added weight in the bucket. The camera focused on the tied man as he struggled to breathe.

“ Do It Fast!’

We cleared the noice, a faint announcement of a train arriving was heard.

“ Rooms in the radius of 200m quick" I yelled loudly "And search the rooms rented in a week's time".

" 5 rooms Sarge," someone shouted.

"Quickly forward the  address to everyone.”

The tv blipped again.

" Oh you guys are no fun, 10 more minutes and he will be dead," the voice said. The camera focused on the man struggling to stand on the stool the rope was pulling him mid-air. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets and the rope cut his skin deep red. He was gagging and gasping for air trying to keep his toes on the stool as life coaxed him to give up.

   I gave the icy green eyes one last look and started the vehicle, Simon let out a string of curses when he saw the traffic, I reversed the car and drove through the pavement, ignoring the shouts of people.

 A team of four was made, each team was sent to one location.

'Location one clear 'my walkie said.

'Location two clear.'

I looked at the time.

4 minutes remaining.

I accelerated the car and we reached the spot,

'Location three clear'

" All officers redirect to location 4 and 5 " I shouted and removed the gun.

We burst the door open and I checked the watch the killer must have already placed the weight we had less than 2 mins if we wanted Mr. Lark alive.

I signaled my partners to check the rooms, I moved to the hall.

It was pitch black. I cautiously took steps, forcing my breaths to calm down, I  heard a faint sound of rustling and jerked back. But it was nothing, I looked ahead and out of the corner, cold hands grabbed me.

My mouth was clamped shut and he twisted my hand and grabbed the pistol.

"I got him..... he's dead" I heard one of my partners say.

    The masked man pushed me against a wall, I wanted to bite his hand, but he held the pistol to my head, his frigid glare was fixed on me as he looked at me up and down, he leaned in closer and I inhaled his musky scent. His hand was rough and strong, brown hair peeked from behind the mask. He had beautiful eyes, they weren’t just green they had flecks of blue in between, his eyelashes were long, even longer than mine. He forced me to look at him and pressed the gun a little deeper into my skin. I should be scared, a crazy psycho was holding me on gunpoint but I wasn’t, I was almost ……….aroused.

"Sarah" Simon called.

“ We found him, he's dead’’ he said, heading towards our direction.

The masked man rushed us both towards the backdoor, I resisted and he jabbed the pistol firmly down my neck. The door clicked open and quick footsteps followed us, he shoved me in front of the door and quickly got in an SUV.

“Bye-Bye kitten,” he said in a silky voice and drove off.

Simon was startled to see me but promptly recovered.

“ Sarah” he cried and ran after the SUV.

“ Follow the SUV, number 3967,” I said in a daze.

I could have stopped him, I could have fought with him. I had him but I let him get away……………..

We wrapped up the crime scene, the vehicle 3967 wasn’t found. I headed home.

I took a bath and slid under the covers. Why did I let him go? The question kept on tormenting me. It would only take a flick of his wrist, a strong kick on his legs to disarm him. But all rationale had left my mind and I had let him go. Like a bloody fool. I tried to think more but sleep knocked me out slowly drifting my thoughts with her.

Cold had gripped my neck and my eyes flew open.

" Shhh Kitten, It's me " he said caressing my neck. Green cat like eyes peered through the dark I gasped but his hand held me in place. They traveled down, exposing the skin on my back pulling me towards him. My body jerked forward and my eyes following his ,as if he was the light and I was the moth. A slow satisfied smile appeared on his face.

" I missed you kitten " he purred, I tugged at his hands without an effort, he responded by gripping my waist. Refusing to let go. His hand made its way to my wet core. I shook my head slightly and bit lip. His eyes stared at my wet lips.

" Tell me kitten, say that you don't want this and I'll stop "

   A single finger pumped in me and I moaned loudly, I wanted him to stop , to speak the words loudly but only a breathy whimper left my lips. My body was betraying me, his smirk widened and he dipped his head lower to taste me. His tongue lapped at my skin sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I grabbed his  hands desperately but he didn't stop. I whined and moaned clinging on to him, begging him to stop and begging him to continue.

There was a loud thump and I woke up with a jerk. I was alone.....and very wet.

" Wtf " I said pulling at my hair slightly.

' Admit it, it was good ' a tiny voice sneered.

I squeaked it shut. " What's wrong with me?! First I let him go and then I have wet dreams about him!! Uggghhh" I shout and throw my pillow at the imaginary figure. I slump down again hoping I would keep that psycho out of my brain.

Little did I know......the green eyes didn't plan to leave me alone.

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   Heyaa beautiful people,

So what do you think? Zeus is pretty crazy isn't he?

I think Sarah is a little crazy too but who knows what will happen next.

This was a long long chapter I know, but other chapters are comparatively smaller.

Also I'll be updating as soon as I can mostly on Friday's and if possible on Tuesday. Vote ,comment share.