Along the next weeks Brina and Silvie met a couple of times, because of the second's insistence. Always in public places, only to talk. Silvie kept talking about rebuilding their relationship, promising having learned from her past mistakes. That controlling attitude was what Brina had found appealing about her in the first place, all those years ago, in highschool. All those promises about being loved and taken care, in exchange for relinquishing some measure of control over body and mind. In the past Brina had accepted that arrangement and had regretted it. Silvie became jealous, violent, unfriendly, tiresome and lastly outright psychotic.

One day Brina let herself be convinced to go to Silvie's place, a two stores house in a suburban area, where she was shown all the books and magazines Silvie had gathered about BDSM to prove that she had learned a lot of new things. For Brina felt exaggerated but having seen worse from her, that big collection was almost charmingly funny.

Back at home she told Shan about a date that, for any other person, would be excessively awkward but for Brina had been fine. Shan just replied that she had no need to keep talking to that woman but that wouldn't hurt her as long as things didn't go farther. Brina understood that Silvie could become a tolerable, maybe fun friend, but no more.

On yet another date Silvie invited Brina to have dinner at a quite expensive restaurant, during which she was specially kind and lovely. Later they went briefly to a pub where Silvie grabbed Brina's ass propietarily a couple of times, but briefly, not giving her enough time to react. Then they went again to Silvie's house, where a surprise awaited Brina.

She hadn't been there for more than ten minutes, drinking a soda, when she started to feel dizzy and horny, symptoms that she knew well. The dose musted be higher than the other time around because she felt in a light, erotically charged dream. Curiously in those dreams Shan was the protagonist.

When she woke up she was still dizzy and horny. Her clothes had been removed and her legs, arms, torso and neck where strapped to a chair, similar to the ones used in beauty parlors. The room had very little light and was concrete all around, except for a side that had strong vertical metallic bars, floor to ceiling, right in front of a staircase that went up. Around her there were a stern sheetless bed, and a toilet. In front, Silvie was sitting on a stall and had a small table next to her. On the table there was a syringe, next to a small bottle and a bunch of cutting instruments.

-This is were you'll live, when you become mine again. Actually..., you have always been mine, these twelve years have been just a recess.

-There's the psychotic that I hadn't missed not a single bit.- Brina mumbled, with her mind still foggy and her crotch still leaking.

-You will be punished for that. You will be punished for making me wait.- Silvie caressed Brina's lower lips. Nobody had been allowed there in years, and she was doing it without consent. Silvie started soft but soon began to pinch and pull painfully. Then she stuck a finger in Brina's pussy in the gap that the padlock allowed and rubbed her g-spot.- I know people that will remove your clitoris.- She pushed with her thumb on the mentioned organ.- Not only the tip, but everything.- She rubbed her index finger again on Brina's g-spot. She emitted a strong moan, incited by the drug's effects.- Then we will encase it in amber and I'll make a necklace with it. Everybody will see it and know how much you love me, and how much you wanted my forgiveness.

-Release me now, you crazy bitch.- Brina moaned when the finger moved again inside her.

-This ugly thing is bothering me.- Silvie roughly pulled on Brina's padlock.- But I guess is cute that you had been saving yourself for me.

-I've been saving it for me!

-That's funny.- Silvie laughed loudly.- What do you say, partner? Who gets to control this ungrateful bitch's cunt?

-Anyone by her.- Shan walked from behind Brina to show herself.

-I was very surprised when your roommate called my parents to contact me through them. I had changed my phone number and adress but not them. You told her about me, right? So much that she managed to find me. That much you've missed me. And you thought that she would protect you.- Silvie laughed soundly again, and Shan joined her.

-She and I have an agreement to share you.- Shan followed.- She has the knowledge to turn you into the pretty little fucktoy you always wanted to be, and I have the means. Because we live together and you cannot hide for me.- Both captors laughed again.

-I'm not a fucktoy. Not a thing, a person.- Brina started to cry, the combination of feelings, sadness, fear and arousal was making a mess of her.- I won't let you do that. I will resist.

-Oh, you poor idiot. You will do what you are told and nothing else.- Silvie slapped Brina's pussy hard, making her scream in pain.- And you will love it.- The slap had smeared some of Brina's juices on Silvie's hand.- She approached Brina's face to show her the palm.- See?- Brina spat on her Silvie's face.- Oh, yes?- She slapped Brina hard on the cheek.- You have become a bit feisty, let's put you to rest.

Silvie grabbed the syringe and filled it with liquid from the bottle. She was about to inject it on Brina when Shan suddenly held her arm, punched her hard on the nose, almost knocking her out, and making her whig fall down, revealing her shaved scalp. In a fluid movement injected the syringe on the unsuspecting Silvie. It was a powerful version of Ecs, the same she had used on Brina upstairs an hour ago and she passed out just as quickly.

Without losing a single second Shan untied Brina and hugged her, giving her a couple of kisses on the cheek as an apology for the mean words. The plan had worked. Contact Silvie, gain her trust, use Brina as bait, make her show her cards, spring the trap. All had been Shan's idea, chosing an active tactic rather than a passive guard.

-Now what?- Shan asked.

-Bring me something to wear please.

Then, while Shan watched over Silvie, still laying on the floor with her pussy gushing, Brina looked around the house. She found plenty of proof about Silvie's crimes, including her victim's, the dead women's, panties. She found more bottles of Ecs as well. In a cabinet there were a bunch of whigs, fake beards and moustaches, different types of glasses, fake bellies, and clothes of many styles. Meaning she had been using disguises to capture her victims. On another cabinet there were a good lot of shackles and ropes, along with pain inducement tools such as whips and canes. Brina also found a disturbing altar devoted to her with lots of pictures, taken along the years, and very angry threats written on them. Brina's suspicions had proven to be right.

When she went down to the basement she told Shan what she had found. They discussed what to do next. Involving the police would get them in trouble, Brina would be suspended and Shan probaly would end up in jail, as she had somewhat helped Silvie, if only to fool her. They could just leave and Silvie wouldn't dare touch them again, but she could harm other innocent women, as she had been doing for months. There was no right answer.

-Do I have to say it?- Shan taunted.

-What?

-We can kill her.

-Yeah...- Shan was expecting some kind of angry reaction, but Brina, still lightly affected by the drug, just started to cry.- She's very good at that. She ruins everything that is good.- She made a pause.- I'll do it.- Brina grabbed the bottle and the syringe and injected a good amount on Silvie. The serial killer had a sudden powerful orgasm, then shook her arms and legs for a few seconds and then just stopped breathing. Nobody said anything for a while.- Let's destroy all proof of us being here.- Brina dried her tears and started walking.

-Yes, ma'am!- Shan was impressed. She wasn't expecting that outcome. Her mother would be proud.

-Who drugged my drink the other day? It was you? To make her approach me?- Asked Brina in the way upstairs to look for bleach or some similar product.

-It wasn't us. Maybe some rando at the party. Don't worry though, I was a few metters from you all the time.

-I'm not worried, I trust you.