Boris

Several weeks earlier..

AR4CN1_D: goodmorning Madeleine :)

That was all the DM read, startling Madeleine as the notification clouded their desktop. There was an air of naivety to what the poor soul had been doing. Although Madeleine held an intense fascination for the deep web, they were unsafe with how they explored it. It had been weeks since they hooked the interest of a mysterious stranger who wandered the chatrooms. No matter what Madeleine did, they wouldn’t leave them alone.

AR4CN1_D: dont ignore me now. you know i can see you.

There was really no point replying, all pleads for relief against the cyberstalker were futile. Yet, as they attempted to avoid the messages, they would only grow more intense.. vulgar, near threatening; all until the final one.

AR4CN1_D: all is well, we will meet face to face soon.

That message alone would leave a sickening feeling in their stomach. At that moment, they knew something was truly wrong at that point. Yet, with their headset upon their head.. they failed to hear the sound of their front door.

A shadowed figure approached behind the victim, and with the swift swing of his bat.. Madeleine would be incapacitated.

     . . . . .

Mildew and death lingered in Madeleine’s stuffy nostrils. The last few weeks of travel had been agonizing; no matter how much they struggled, nothing would stop them from being smuggled across the country. Now, Madeleine would be sat on the crimson stained concrete of the basement floor. There was no way to escape, for their arms were bound behind a heavy metal support beam.

It felt like an eternity of silence before the man behind the act would open the basement door, prompting the flickering ceiling light to shutter on. He began to ascend the stairs, his phone in his right hand, and Madeleine’s dinner in his left.

Boris paid little mind to his captive as he continued his phone call. “Антон помог закрепить товар... Да-да. Они очень красивые..” It was unclear who he was speaking to.