"Davis?" Detective Ann Martin whispered into her radio. "You there?" There was no answer. She grunted, then sighed. Guess I'm going in without him, she thought, as she pulled her weapon and slowly pushed the door open.
They recently got a tip that a man by the name of Red Dragon had set up shop as a pimp at this location. Apparently, he had taken advantage of young women, turning them all into whores, seemingly overnight. No one knew how he was doing it, and all of the girls' parents demanded answers and action by the police. This kind of reminded Ann of the cults out west. How the leaders brainwashed all their followers. But how was this guy doing it?
Ann took out her flashlight and turned it on, aiming it into the darkened room. This place looked deserted. Maybe the tip was a bad one.
She was about to leave, but suddenly stopped when she heard something like pouring and splashing water. She looked up at the ceiling fast enough to see the pale red liquid pouring down on top of her. Being caught by surprise, she couldn't help but get some of it in her mouth. And that's when it happened. She felt a little dizzy and little confused.
"Look at me," a man said.
Ann turned and saw a young man. He kind of looked like the police sketches of Red Dragon. Was this him?
"You're ... you're under ... arrest," Ann tried to say, but it all came out slurred, like she was drunk. What was that liquid coming from the ceiling? It certainly wasn't water.
"You will always obey me. Always," the young man said.
"I will always obey you," Ann said, her slurring voice becoming more clear. It seemed like a reasonable thing to do.
"You will only obey me. Only me."
"I will only obey you," Ann said. It just seemed right.
"Now, drop that gun, radio, and flashlight and come with me."
"Okay," Ann said, dropping all the things he said to drop. Then she followed him further into the building.
After she left the room, a voice was heard from the radio. "Martin? Are you there? It's Davis. The chief says not to proceed. Martin? Are you listening?"
