Holding Onto Our Dreams

“No! Please!” a woman screamed to the dim light of the room. The only thing she could see through her fuzzy eyes was a black cylinder shape. She struggled to break free from the ropes that tied her down. Through her struggle, she began to feel some of her wounds reopen.
The man holding what she assumed to be a gun lowered his weapon and crouched down beside her, his face near hers. “You don't want to hurt yourself more, do you?” he asked, his voice making her cringe. “Your husband will find you here dead, and he will be sent over the edge. And he will die, too.”
“No!” the woman cried out.
He placed a hand on her lower stomach. “It's a shame I have to end your life. You could've had a little boy just like me.” He laughed cruelly.
In a slow motion, the man swung his right arm over, aiming the gun at her chest and fired. The sound of the blast did not make him blink. He only looked at her lifeless body, debating whether or not he should help himself to her body one last time.
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Detective James Sogni stepped out of his black Toyota, and walked towards the police tape, happy to be taking one case alone. “What do we got?” Sogni asked the officer standing by the entrance to the junky apartment.
“White female, early to mid forties, couldn't find any ID,” the officer said. “It's an ugly sight in there. Bruises, cuts, all kinds of wounds. She had to have been tortured and rped several times.”
“How long do you think she's been here?”
“Two, three days.”
“Where is she?”
“Second room on the left.”
Sogni nodded. “Thanks.” He walked past the small living room and kitchen until he came upon the bedroom. He put on gloves as he entered the room and looked at the body curiously. He could barely breathe once he saw the woman's face. Sogni reached out to her and stroked her cheek. “What monster killed my wife?” he choked out.
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