A Kiss For The Devil

Chapter 1- Top five

“You guys are always trying to get me to take my clothes off.” Poppy said, giggling innocently at the camera. Her chat buzzed with excitement. 

“Did you all have a good day?” She asked as the sound of 50 kisses rang in her ears. 

“Thanks BIGSTEVE19, you’re the sweetest.” She said blowing kisses in return.

“A lot of you guys are saying no, why?” She said her plump bottom lip pushed out in a pouting manner. 

 She squints to read the comments on her computer scene, fiddling with the hemps of her large light pink shirt that she had thrown on to cover her lingerie.

“HectorsL says because I haven’t taken off my top yet.” She reads before humming. 

She takes in a deep breath and thinks about how far she’s already gone and now there’s no going back. She didn’t even have time to think of any regret before the sound of kisses replaced a sense of fear and shame she might’ve drifted to. They loved her, that much was obvious.  So the moments when she used to feel uncomfortable taking her clothes in front of thousands of them had passed. 

She felt warmth with them, the attention was something close to a drug and it was all that mattered to her, it was all she had.

She pulled the light pink shirt off teasingly, waiting for the chat to respond to her playfulness.

“Will this help make your day better?” She asked and the messages began to flood. She’s happy, everyone’s here she thinks looking at the bar on the lift that said she had 30 thousand viewers. 

She slips the shirt off to reveal a three piece lingerie set. It’s dark green and stands out beautifully against her pale skin. 

Her round breast protrude a little from the very tight bra, a size too small she thinks. 

“Classymaverick69 got this for me, isn’t it just breathtaking.” She asked, it had to be one of her favorites. Most of the lingerie the guys brought her were practically see through but not this one. 

This one was an elegant piece of cotton fabric with small embroidered flowers on the side. 

The panties sat high on her hips, highlighting her perfect figure. The garter belt on top was made with tiny Lacey straps that led down to the pretty sheer stockings. 

Her eyes watched the comments on the screen. A Plethora of compliments zooming pass. She smiles as her donation box of kisses quickly began building off. 

“I wish I could be with you,” she says sweetly, initiating eye contact with the camera.

“Help take away the stress of the day.” She crawled a little off screen and came back with a medium sized gold box. She placed it on the floor and sat besides it.

“Who will be my master today?” She asked, eyes wide and sharp. The donation box begins filling up once more as the bids come in, the 1 minute timer on the side begins counting down. 

“Pxxsybager Just donated 400 kisses” the automatic voice read. 

“Pencilwheen Just donated 700 kisses.” 

The donations continued getting higher and higher until eventually the countdown clock came to an end. 

“Master Frank,” she recognizes the owner of the donation immediately and prepares herself for him. Master Frank always wants to play with his kitten, he pays quite a bit to do so. 

She opens the box and takes out her cat ears and her collar. She couldn’t deny the small ounce dread she felt not knowing what he would make her do this time. But it was worth it if it meant keeping him as a patron. Placing the collar around her neck and adjusting the ears into her soft silky dark hair, she slid into all fours and licked the back of her hand imitating a soft pur.

MasterFrank: turn around kitty.

The blood rushed to her cheeks instantly, embarrassment, something that excited him about her. Her very obvious innocence and willingness to do whatever he asked. She felt her body move before her senses moved to her brain. She softly, almost stiffly moved her hips. She didn’t know the power in the beauty of her body. She was the embodiment of the perfect woman. 

MasterFrank: turn back around and touch yourself.

His orders were that, orders. And they needed to be served. She moved her small hand down to the only thing untouched by the impurity of others. She froze not knowing what else to do and waited for his command. Her eyes wide, the nerves in her spine vibrated with emotions, fear, excitement. The adrenaline coursed into her veins.

MasterFrank: pull out your favorite toy kitten.

She nodded and pulled out a red vibrator that only he had the remote to. She knew what was coming and quickly pressed it against herself through her panties. 

MasterFrank: thats my good little kitty, remember, ur mouth stays shut.

She slid the vibrator between the lips between her legs, the coldness was enough to excite her, there was no time to feel the slight pleasure before he switched it to the second of 4 settings. She put her hand over her mouth trying to silent the squeals erupting their way out of her. She already felt close to the edge. He wasn’t even close to being done. She moved it up over her clit

like she knew he enjoyed watching her do and screamed for him to lower the setting, instead he switched over to the last setting out of fury and almost immediately fell back feeling her legs shake and the wetness of herself drip down her thighs carelessly. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, this is how he liked to see her. A worthless bimbo controlled by her indulgence that he controlled. She knew what he liked and what he was here for. To act like the stupid w***e he payed for. He’d be done with her before she was able to feel her own orgasm.  

A knock at her front door yielded her actions and release. She looks at the camera for a second as if she was wondering whether the knock was real or not. The sound came again and she turned to the camera and shot everyone an apologetic look. 

“There's someone at the door” she says quietly, sadly. Her show had been interrupted and her viewers weren’t going to be happy about that. 

Jerseryjerk: don’t answer it gorgeous- focus on pleasing us

Henny45: f**k! I was just about to nut too.

Those were the only comments she could catch before they began running passed her screen.

“I know you guys are upset but i promise i’ll handle it and get right back to you.” she said confidently before blowing kisses to the camera and shutting it off. She stands up and gets her fluffy white robe that was resting against her door. It was hung there next to a large lamp that emitted the purple light that gave her camming room that pretty hue. 

She tied the robe’s rope around herself and opened the door, getting out of that room. She continues walking to see her pug in the living room curled up taking a nap. She walked to the door, wrapped her hand around the door knob preparing to open it when she realized she wasn’t ready to receive company. She lifted her hands up to her head and pulled down the cat ears, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before fumbling with the collar. 

An angrier knock entered her ears and she jumped. Startled at the intrusive sound. Startled and anxious she readily unlocked the door forgetting all about the collar. 

Standing at her door are two strangers, one a tall dark skinned middle aged woman and the other a tan, muscular man, he was about 6’5 at least, dark hair that was loosely slicked back. You couldn’t help but to stare into his crystal green eyes, he has such an intense stare that she immediately felt afraid of him. Something about him was off, under all of his immaculate beauty there a certain obscurity. 

The woman dressed in a gray suit next to him lifted up her wallet-like item and opened it up. Poppy could see the printed blue word ‘FBI and a picture.’ The man looked over to the woman and scoffed at her and proceeded to reach out and yank the small girl across them into his arm and drag her to the black Suv parked next to a massive pine tree.

“There’s no fuckin’ need for that now is there Aaliyah?” He grabbed the girl’s forearm and pushed her against the door frame. Her small 5’5 body felt infinitely smaller than his own. 

He removed a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and began pulling her other arm towards him. She protests, voice hoarse from her earlier activities. He doesn’t stop or slow down. He handcuffs her pressing the cold metal against her unblemished skin. 

Once she’d been handcuffed He dragged her to the car, yanked the backseat open and threw her gentle frame into the car ignoring her screaming almost as if he couldn’t hear a thing other than his own thoughts. 

The lady who he called aaliyah walked closely behind and got into the car. “You gotta read her her rights, you know that.” she said to him, irritated by his rough treatment. 

The man had entered the front seat before starting the car.

“You have the right to remain silent,” he said coldly before stopping briefly. “You too.” he said to the woman. 

“What’s happening?” poppy cried out, panic filling up her chest. She felt her vision begin to haze before she began to breathe heavily, “wh-where are you taking me” she choked out. Tears began streaming out of her face in fear. 

“ we are taking you to the mount county police station, we have a couple questions to ask you.” the woman explained calmly and the man scoffed. “ My name is special agent Aaliyah Murdock and this is special agent Mars Basil , we are with the FBI. you are a person of interest in a case and we would just like a moment of your time to ask you some questions.  We were never supposed to ambush you.. anyway.” She says, her last words ran sharp. 

All poppy can think about is the cold feeling of metal cutting into her wrist.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.” She recited as if it was ingrained in her. 

Poppy shut her eyes, trying to remember what her grandmother told her about her panic attacks. 

Think happy thoughts, she told herself. 

She tries, squeezing her eyes shut.

Ducks in the summertime, puppys playing with a soccer ball… Cupcakes.

The car comes to a stop moments later. Mars gets out of the car. He opens up the door to the back seat and grabs onto poppy’s wrist once more pulling her out of the car. 

He walks her inside of the station, a station she recognizes from the day of her sister’s death. 

They take her straight to the interrogation room. They sat her down, the tall man walked away but the woman stayed. Another man comes in holding a file, he’s a much older man with short salt and pepper hair and an even shorter beard. He’s wearing a grey formal shirt inside a black suit.

He sits down next to the woman who seemed to have been waiting for him. 

“Hello Poppy, I’m Aaron McCullough, I work with the Behavior analysis unit. My job is to see the connection of behaviors that lead to serial killings-“ the old man explained voice slow and low. 

“What- What does that have to do with me?” Poppy asked and the man leaned back against his chairs. 

“Last Wednesday an unknown shipping container was found in the docks of marianna port. A bright red 40 ft high shipping container, standing in the middle of the port. Everyone brushed it off thinking it was just inventory that needed to be delivered but one man eventually let his curiosity drive him to the intrusive thing. When he opens it, he finds the bodies of 6 girls hanging like cows on roller hooks.” The man spoke studying Poppy's face carefully. 

Poppy gasped in horror at the imagery.

“The county was mystified to learn that those girls weren’t even from their state, even more so that they were taken from different states and stacked up there. So they called us.” The man said and poppy listened intently. 

“For a very long time, we struggled to find a connection between those girls and then it hit us in an adult ad for an app called ‘CAMCUTIES’. We found out that same day that all those girls had been top stars on that app. Number 1, dreamykitty also known as Marsha Wilson, number 2, daisysnudes also known as Abigail Duncan, number 3, girllovesanime- Britney cunnings- number 4 Jessicasbody- Jessica romas and then number 6 paywithWhitney - Whitney Adams.” 

“What?” Is all Poppy can muster up. 

She knows all of those girls. She’d spoken to all of them in short conversations and even joined some on their cams.

“What’s wrong with all this is that the cam site is the only connection between these girls. So You can understand our interest in you right?, 1-2-3-4-6.. someone’s missing from the equation.” 

“You think.. I had something to do with this?, I didn’t even know it happened.” Poppy said and the old man chuckles, opening the file he’d carried insides the room. 

He opened the file, there was already so much going on that her mind wasn’t ready for, there was so little in the first image that wasn’t crimson red. The first image that appeared depicted who she assumed was Marsha based on the order he noted. Although, she was completely unrecognizable. 

All there was to recognize was her strawberry blonde hair that was tangled beside her in a bundle still attached to her scalp, her scalp detached from her head. Her eyes gouged out, in the empty sockets were what looked to be her teeth. Whoever did this had ripped out her teeth and stuffed them into her eye sockets presumably after they’d snatched her eyeballs out. 

Her stomach was cleanly cut right down the middle but her intestines, stomach, and everything else was missing. She didn’t have time to process everything before he switched over to the next image, Abigail, hanging on a meat hook that protruded out of her throat through the back of her neck, skin seemingly gashed over and over, it looked almost as though she’d been put through a shredder. Then Britney and Jessica, both in the same image. They had their spines ripped out and forced into their genitals, their jaws had been unhinged. It was too much. Poppy held her stomach before vomiting all over the images. 

“Now imagine how their parents feel seeing their girls like that” Aaliyah said and poppy wipes her mouth dry heaving into her wrist. 

“We are going to move you to a waiting cell so we can get this cleaned up.” Aaliyah said before her eyes drifted down to her robe’s fluffy neck line now covered in vomit. 

 “ I’m going to get you some clothes.” She concluded. the old man wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her up, carrying her up from her sitting position and heading out the door. 

Aaliyah orders an officer to get a janitor, then she looks down at the soiled photos. 

Mars walks into the room. 

“There’s no way she had anything to do with this.” Aaliyah said looking at the photos, only a year ago, looking at these pictures would’ve illicit the same response from her. So much can change between a year from now especially when you spend all your time chasing psychopaths. 

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before holding it to his lips and inhaling. He shrugged

“I don’t think you opinion matters much here, 1..2..3..4..6 ah no 5? What a peachy coincidence isn’t it? Use your head Aaliyah, she might not have done it herself but surely she could’ve just hired someone to rid her competition. Those pictures would make even Jeff dahmer nauseous” He mocked. He said it in a way that made even Aaliyah have second thoughts. 

“You have to treat that girl as a human being, you can’t rough her up and bully her until we have some kind of solid evidence. If she’s found innocent she won’t have to worry about camming anymore with the lawsuit she’d pull over our heads. Keep in mind that you begged me to add you into my department for this case. I should’ve known better than to let you in with the amount of infractions you have against you.”

Poppy sat in the small cell bed, concrete floor and a black toilet and sink next to her. 

She’s shaking in there by herself, her mind drifts back to her life stream. She’s probably disappointing her audience and her dog, her poor dog would wake up alone. Her bare feet tapped the concrete floor anxiously. 

“Hey.” The old man from earlier said unlocking the cell bar doors. He comes in and sits at a comfortable distance away from poppy on the bed. They sat there in silence. 

“You have my daughter's eyes…” the old man spoke first- “but so did Marsha Wilson. I’m conflicted here.” He said honestly. 

“Why do you people think I had something to do with this?” Poppy sulkingly asked, she was pouting as if she’d just been scolded. 

“We went to the app developers first, the law is that we can’t arrest you without probable evidence. We went to the developers looking for connections and they had a look into your account. You have a lot of very attached fans. Fans that were kicked out of other cams for their attachments. But unlike all the other girls who set boundaries against these individuals you didn’t. Instead you interact with them, you indulge their obsessions and perversion. In your private chats with their men- they often actively degrade the other girls and you do nothing to counter them. “ Aaron said and poppy frowns, struggling to remember those messages. She receives and replies to many many messages. 

“ ‘they are all sluts’” Aaron recited.

“ ‘ none of them compare to you.’ “ Aaron continues. 

“ ‘you should be number one Dalia, you’re the prettiest girl here, and you’re pure. All the other girls are probably crawling with diseases. Stupid f*****g entitled sluts I wish they could all die.’ “ Aaron recited and poppy’s shoulders dropped. 

“ ‘ you should be number one.’”

Poppy stomach twisted, she thinks ‘no wonder they think I had something to do with this.’ 

“I’m going to let you in on a secret poppy, no one has ever thrown up on me on the job before.” Aaron said chuckling to himself, it’s only then that poppy realized that he was no longer wearing his suit jacket. 

“ aside from that, I don’t think you have anything to do with this but I’m struggling to get my Colleagues to believe the same. I need you to cooperate alright?, answer all the questions honestly and we’ll get you home in no time.” Aaron said sincerely and poppy nodded. 

“My dog-“ she said when he got up and prepared to leave. 

“He didn’t eat this morning... Could you please feed him?” She whispered quietly. 

Aaron is a little taken aback by her request, most people being accused of plotting the mass murder of their colleagues would not be worried about their dog’s lunch. He found it concerning. 

“I’ll have an officer see what they can do.” He promised and she nodded. 

“Thank you.” 

“Did she just ask you to feed her dog?” A police officer that had been sitting there paying close attention to the girl asked. 

“She’s disassociating, sometimes when people get put in a situation they can’t possibly fathom, they just exit it, choose to believe it’s not happening.” Aaron said to the officer. 

“ she could just be a narcissistic or a full sociopath.” 

“A sociopath would not be worried about their pet’s lack of nutrition. They lack the empathy to care for others, animals included. Psychopaths on the other hand would be concerned with the well being of their animal because of the animal's unconditional adoration for them.” Aaron said before taking a look at the girl. 

“Do you really think she had nothing to do with it? I mean the murders of these girls are very convenient to her and not much to anyone else. Her viewership has skyrocketed and so has her wallet, she’s made 90k so far since their disappearance and garnered a much bigger fan base.” The officer said and Aaron shrugged. 

“Sometimes people just get lucky, I suppose. I think there is something much bigger at play here. We have to stop wasting our time with her.” Aaron concluded.

Through the cell, Mars watched Poppy intently. Could she really be responsible? He looked at her and it seemed like she wasn’t fully there. She was ditzy, looking around the room as if she was fascinated by the small cell. confused but oddly curious, almost excited?.

Touching the steel bars as if she enjoyed the feeling when she held them. He slowly got closer to her to observe her better. There was something about her that angered him, and then something that made him feel sorry for her. There was a flick of doubt within him on whether or not she was truly responsible.

“first time seeing bars?” She backed away as soon as he muttered the words. He took a step closer and studied her bit before asking,

“So what are you doing on a site like that? I look at you and you seem to not even know your own name,” 

“I’m Poppy,” She answered looking up at him, ignoring the first question. He shifted his weight to one leg and sighed.

“I asked you a question.” 

His jaw was tight and so were his brows.

She felt tears well into her eyes as she’s suddenly reminded of her situation. “I was lonely,” She whispered, looking down embarrassed by his gaze. He shook his head.

“Lonely? Lonely pretty girls go to i********: not a cam site.” He mocked.

She sniffled and looked down. And then off to the side. Not wanting to answer but feeling cornered because he was an authority, not even just a cop he was an agent for the FBI. 

“ i had no one left.” she said going back to the bed to take a seat. 

“What does that mean?”

“My sister who took care of me most of my life was killed a couple months ago, I never knew anything of our parents after she’d saved us both from their abuse when we were both young. She got a job with one of our distant uncles in his seafood restaurant. She withstood his harassment until she joined a cam-site and pulled in more money than we’d ever seen,” She was crying by now, the ugly kind of crying, the kind you couldn’t hold back

In his head he knew not to get soft now, but it was hard. Nonetheless he proceeded.

“The house you live in, it’s pretty expensive for you to live in without anyone else’s support.”

“It is, it's very expensive but I have lots of support, more than 12 thousand supporters actually.” She said. The relief in her eyes when she spoke about them was eerie. 

“Has any one of your supporters ever stood out to you?, made you feel a little uncomfortable?” Mars asked, observing her reaction.

“They all stand out!, everyone’s so sweet.” Poppy said the first part ecstatically but her eyes drifted away in the last part. 

“Is there someone who’s extra sweet on you?Who makes the biggest dent in your mortgage p*****t?” Mars asked patiently. He had to get information out of her and he couldn’t wait to get a psychologist to test her mental state. She didn’t seem like a reliable narrator and not in the criminally genius kind of way.

“Master frank pays a lot but he’s not the sweetest.” Poppy said Scrunching up her round nose. 

“He says mean things.” She clarifies, moving her barefoot on the grey cement floor. 

”mean things? Mean things like what?” Mars asks and Poppy pouts her lip and brings her tiny fingers to her mouth. Mars worried that she was going to put her unclean  fingers in her mouth. 

“When we are playing-“ she brings her fingers back down and laces them together. 

”whenever I try to say something, he snaps and says ‘kittens don’t talk.’ Especially if we’re on the phone.” 

“Oh okay I see where that’s going,” He said holding up his hands.

He looked at her, so many emotions she went through within their less than 10 minute conversation. if she is guilty she’d be one of the greatest masterminds of all time and they’ll be the fools who fall for it.

“are you hungry?” He dumbly asked not knowing what else to say.

“it's not lunch time yet” She answered, eyes drifting up to the clock on the wall. 

Despite everything she had gone through there was still a flicker of contentment in her eyes that made them shine like quasars. He almost chuckled  at the thought of thinking of something so corny. Opposite to himself she represented hope. All his life he’d spent angry at himself, angry at others. He looked to the side thinking of the cruelty he’d dealt with his whole life from people who were supposed to be the ones to hold and take care of him. He didn’t have anything but his resentment. And at this age, 28, he didn’t want anything else. He told himself he was too old to ever let himself feel anything else. 

“Sir?” She quickly pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked at her before he turned to walk away. That was enough for the day.

“I heard in a tv show once that you guys have to give me a lawyer but it’s okay cause I have my own lawyer. I just need to call him.” She said smiling widely. 

“Are you sure you want a lawyer now? makes you look real guilty if you need a lawyer.” 

“Oh- it‘s just that I don’t really know what’s going on and it seems like if I don’t wanna get in anymore trouble I have to understand what’s going on and I don’t. His name is Harry Mackline, he’s my neighbor.” She explained and Mars listened, feeling slightly uncomfortable around her. 

The door of the police station slammed open and a police officer staggered in.

A hand to his neck, pulling at something frantically. 

“HE SAID HE SAID YOU CAN’T TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME.” The police officer shouted suddenly, catching the attention of everyone in the police station. 

Mars notices the faint smoke coming from his neck and the awful smell of burning flesh. The cop quickly falls onto his side and Mars pulls out his gun from his holster and rushes towards him. The cop’s hand slowly moves away from his neck as he fades away to expose a black wire which is sticking into his exposed flesh. 

“H-Help me.” He whizzed crawling at his neck now as Police officers stood around him. 

“Is that a bomb?!” One of the police officers by his side exclaims as they see a black box around his neck. 

“BOMB?!”’

fresh electrocution clear as day. The smell was unbearable as the paramedics rushed in to carry him out.

Ducks in the summertime- puppies- puppies- 

Poppy screamed in terror, wrapping her small fingers around her own mouth to block out the scream. 

She’s panicking.