Pratt took photos of everything and sent them back to Sgt. Brocard. She kept staring at the walls in the closet, then walked into the bathroom to look at the walls in there.
Highlander, Gene and Larry watched her for several minutes, confused at why she kept doing that. After the third time, Gene had to say something.
“I know that look, what’s up?” Gene looked around their surroundings, trying to follow Pratt’s line of sight.
“Taz, Alvarez, as females, doesn’t this closet look kind of small to you? Candy is conceited, only half her clothes are in here. The closet in the guest room is way larger than this one. This room is considered the master bedroom, so therefore this closet should be way larger than it is,” Pratt rattled on.
The two women walked around the men towards the closet to see what Pratt was looking at. The women started removing the damaged clothes and shoes that were thrown about to get a better look, using their flashlights since the light in the closet had been damaged by the perpetrators.
The three women started knocking on the walls, making the CSU and officers rush into the room, confused by the noise. The men held up their hands to keep the people out of the room, nodding at them that everything was ok, and they could leave the room.
“Candy may act like a Class A bitch, but the woman is smart as shit!” Cortez said out loud as the panel in front of her, slid to the side like a sliding glass door. The three women looked at each other for a moment before looking back towards the men.
“Son-of-a-bitch,” All three women said in union.
“The fuck?” Highlander echoed.
“This is some fifty shades of fucked up,” Cortez mumbled to herself, louder than she thought.
“What the hell is this?” Alvarez picked up a device that looked like a mouth guard, only opened wider with black Velcro lace.
“It’s a special kind of ‘ball’ gag for those with a gag reflex and can’t use the actual ball gag during play,” Cortez answered without looking at anyone as she moved towards the back wall.
“Don’t look at me squidward, I just work with her!” Pratt ignored her husband when he growled at her over the nickname.
“Alrighty then, so, this Candy chick has her own sex dungeon. Is she submissive or dominant?” Alvarez looked around the room trying to get a feel for what they were dealing with.
When Alvarez looked between Pratt and Cortez for an answer, she became confused when both women looked back at Highlander for an answer.
“Word among the teams is she’s a sadist, but none of the men in the lifestyle would get with her. Her desire was to take men she knew were Doms and control them,” Highlander answered everyone’s unspoken questions.
“Ruiz was a Dom?” Cortez laughed, holding her stomach.
“No, he thought he was. Liked to act like it. That was one of the issues he had with his team and his marriage. He had to be in control, even when he wasn’t the leader.”
“I bet that was the appeal. Candy preferred to be in control, like Ruiz. It was a huge turn on and a game between the two, who could control who the best.” Pratt looked up when Ian walked into the room and looked around.
“What the fuck?”
“That was my question, what the fuck is this?” Cortez asked the room as she held up a hand carved wooden stick with what appeared to be sharp spikes, placed sporadic around the end of it.
“I have the same question about that…” Pratt pointed to a long wooden box with a small cut out at the top of the box with a mesh like caged screen covering the cutout square.
“She’s a sadist…” Ian stopped to look at the items before looking around at the group. “The stick that Cortez is holding is a cane. I’ve never seen one with spikes like that though. The box you’re pointing at, Pratt, is used by some sadists in the lifestyle to punish their submissive if they’ve done something incredulously heinous that warrants it.”
“They are placed in the box then put into either a holding place that allows the submissive to breathe, but it’s very dark.” Carter finished as he walked into the room, looking at the box, whistling as he looked around the room after a quick glance.
“Yup, I can tell you now, you try that with Red, not only will the dick get the snip snip…”
“If she doesn’t slice his throat first,” York said, interrupting Cortez, laughing at the horror in Pratt’s eyes as she looked at the box.
“I can guarantee once she’s done with that, you will be served with divorce papers.” Cortez finished her thought, trying to hide her laughter.
“First, it would be the throat. Two, Joe isn’t a sadist, unless I’m pregnant and withholds the dick for nine months.” Pratt glared at her husband in warning.
Ian watched the husband and wife team in amusement while Carter smirked at the stare down.
“As I know ye dislike for the dark, lass, I would never even think of suggesting the box. Therefore, ye threat to my dick, that ye love so much, is uncalled for.” Highlander warned his wife, lowering his voice.
