I don't know. Ok? I just don't. I started watching this damn show again and I get sucked in every single time. I love them all and I can't help it and I don't care.
CW: Alcohol, slutty dancing, strip-club vibes, lap dance, sexual tension, suggestive grinding, language.
Your bachelorette party had been going exactly as planned—too many shots, screaming laughter, tiaras askew, and a veil clipped into your hair that kept slipping no matter how many times your friends fixed it. You were just tipsy enough to bask in it, cheeks pink, dress riding up your thighs, champagne flute sloshing in your hand.
Somewhere across town, you knew, Draken was out with the boys for his bachelor party. You’d teased him about behaving, and he’d grinned that grin you’d grown to trust, kissed you, promised he’d be “boring.”
Boring, huh?
The door slammed open.
“Surprise, ladies!” Baji’s voice carried through the suite, wild grin splitting his face, shirt already halfway undone.
Of course it was his idea.
The rest trailed in behind him—Mikey with that lazy smirk, Mitsuya looking put-upon but secretly amused, Takemichi flushed before anything even happened, and Draken himself, rubbing the back of his neck like he regretted letting Baji talk him into this.
The DJ—the big fat traitor—flipped the track into something slow, dark, filthy.
“Dance for us!” a bridesmaid shrieked.
And just like that, the room caught fire.
**Mikey: The Silent Tease**
Mikey went first. Naturally.
He didn’t rush—just rolled his shoulders, tugged his jacket off, and let his hips sway in lazy circles that made every woman lean forward without meaning to. His hand toyed with his belt buckle, thumb teasing the leather loose.
“MI-KEY! MI-KEY!” the chant started.
He dropped low, ground up again, obscene and deliberate. One lazy hip roll and the heavy outline in his dark jeans was impossible to ignore.
**Draken: The Bachelor’s Gift**
You should’ve expected it, but when the girls shoved a chair into the center and pushed you into it, veil bouncing, you squealed in shock.
“Lap dance! Lap dance!”
Draken looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. “Hell no,” he muttered, but Mitsuya’s smirk said coward, and the bridesmaids weren’t taking no for an answer.
So he sighed, then flashed that smirk that always made your knees weak.
The bass rattled. He stalked toward you, planted his large hands on the chair arms, leaning in so close you could smell his cologne.
“M'girl ready?” he murmured, just for you.
And then his hips rolled down against yours.
Thick cock pressing hard against tan trousers, dragging along your thigh until you gasped. He dropped low between your knees, thrusting up like he was fucking the music itself, then rose again, slow grind dragging every inch against you.
Bills rained. The girls screamed. Heat burned through you until tears of arousal pricked your eyes, threatening to slide down your flushed cheeks.
When he caged you in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and filthy, your whole body jolted. You were already trembling when he pulled back, smirking, sweat shining over the dragon tattoo curling down his skin.
Your fiancé. Your Draken. Making the room lose their minds with a lap dance you’d never forget.
**Takemichi: Crybaby Hero**
“TA-KE-MI-CHI!”
The poor baby turned crimson instantly, shaking his head, but they shoved him in anyway. He gave a nervous shuffle, laugh breaking high, until—suddenly—he grabbed a chair, straddled it backwards, and ground forward.
Awkward. Clumsy. Somehow devastating.
By the time he bucked his hips, denim pulled tight over his lap, the bridesmaids were howling. The innocence cracking open into something filthy was hotter than anyone expected—Takemichi included.
**Mitsuya: The Refusal**
“I don’t dance.” Mitsuya stayed leaned against the bar, arms crossed, smirk knowing.
That refusal made it worse. The women stared, imagining.
One bridesmaid tried to slip a bill into his pocket; he caught her wrist, leaned in close.
“I said ... I don’t dance,” he murmured, low, smooth. “But find me later.”
She nearly dropped her drink.
**Baji: The Hurricane**
And then came the storm.
Baji ripped his shirt off completely, chest gleaming, hair wild as he leapt onto a table. He ground down so hard a glass tipped, hand shoved against his cock through his jeans.
“Who’s ready?” he growled, dragging a chair forward and caging a bridesmaid beneath him. His hips slammed, tongue out, sweat dripping, and she moaned loud enough to drown out the music.
Money everywhere—bills plastered to his chest, sliding down his abs. He fed on it, feral, wild, every thrust reckless. When he dropped into splits and rolled his hips again, the thick outline of his cock bulged shamelessly against black pants, the crowd screaming his name like he was a rockstar.
By the time the song ended, he stood on the table arms wide, drenched in sweat and glory, while the room shook apart beneath him.
*The Aftermath*
The suite was wrecked—perfume and booze in the air, lipstick smeared, hair damp with sweat, cash littering the floor.
Mikey smirked from the shadows, predator lazy and smug.
Draken leaned back in the chair, you trembling in his lap, veil crooked, thighs pressed tight. Eyes still wide.
Takemichi sat dazed, red-faced, gripping the chair like he couldn’t believe himself.
Mitsuya sipped his drink, calm and cruel, eyes glittering.
And Baji—half-naked, dripping, triumphant—stood shirtless on the table, cock straining, money pouring down like he’d just claimed the world.
And the women? Ruined. But also? Fixed.
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A Helping Hand
His Afterthought
Oneshots:
Bite my Tongue
Bite my Tongue - PT 2
Body Bags
Three Truths and a Lie
A Life With and Without You
A Life With and Without You - PT 2
Summer Festivals
Breakups
Afterglow
Funeral
Requests:
Can I Keep You?
A little too Late
Highs
They Know You Love Him
Spider's Web
Jujutsu Kaisen:
My Neighbor Gojo
Double Booking
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Suggestive, smut, blood, gore, mention of torture, drugs, murder, violence, use of force, gun use, dark content. 🚨MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - MINORS DO NOT READ! 🚨
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Bonten Sanzu, Bonten Ran, Bonten Rindou.
Being a medical examiner had it's up and downs, tonight was supposed to be short night but instead, the body that strolled in brought more questions than answers.
You were counting the minutes before your shift was over. Stitching the cadaver that you just finished doing an autopsy for - your eyes were slowly closing, home was so close yet so far. The assistant who was helping you was also tired and trying their hardest to stay awake. A sudden bang jolted you both from your drowsy state. No…please, not now. You think to yourself as you see the EMTs stroll in with a stretcher and black body bag. “Sorry doc, you got one more, it’s urgent and you’re not gonna wanna eat after you see this…” The EMT says as they place the new body on another table. “That bad huh?” This piqued your interest, it wasn’t often for you to receive grotesque bodies. Usually, they were in good condition - either a natural death or a body with stab wounds or gunshot wounds. “Yeah, the cops want this processed asap. They might be dropping by shortly and periodically.” You groaned, you hated when cops demand for you to get things done asap but you can’t rush science. Half the time you had to shoo them away while examining bodies or else they would delay the process even more.
Upon the EMT’s leaving, the door to the mortuary room swung open again. This time two detectives walk in and make a beeline towards your table. “We need this done asap, Dr. (L/N). This was found in gang territory and we need to see if we can get any I.D. and cause of death.” After changing your gloves, you started to unzip the bag, the foul stench made you wrinkle your nose and the detectives were stepping back as their noses couldn’t handle it. The body was somewhat fresh, it looked like they expired within the last 48hrs - this shouldn’t take too long right? Wrong. As you looked at the corpse’s face, you noticed that it didn’t really have one, and they were missing fingertips. “Well, this is gonna take all night. You guys better go, I’ll call once I’m done-” “We can wait in the building.” You mentally scoff, these cops were extra pushy because the body was found on gang territory. “Any idea which gang?” You ask, trying to get a better idea of what signs to look for on the body. Though, judging by the corpse, it will be hard to find one - the victim was disfigured and his fingertips were missing. Something that many gangs use to avoid I.D.ing the victim. “We don’t know for sure yet. But we’ll be waiting upstairs for you.” Your assistant smiled meekly, almost as if saying ‘please send me home’. You’ve worked long enough together to know their tellsigns. “Store the other cadaver, then help me get the body out of the bag. You can go home and get some rest. I will take it from here.” The assistant couldn’t look any happier, they said their thanks and went home right after.
“Ok my friend, let’s find out what happened to you.” You say as you begin to take a closer look and turn on the recorder. Taking verbal notes and paper notes were easier for you to make sense of things, time stamping each note. It was tedious for others. The victim’s face was horribly disfigured - blunt force trauma, by what? You have yet to determine, but whatever it was, it was enough to smash the skull in. The fingertips were severed by something with teeth, like a hand saw. Speaking of teeth, his were pulled out to avoid having the victim I.D.’d via dental records. After several hours of examining the surface of the body, you were surprised that the detectives did not come in or call you even once to pester you. Must have been called in for something else, thank you lord Cthulu! You say to yourself.
It looked like the victim suffered these wounds post mortem. You will determine that after getting a better look. Kind of a relief to you, he would have suffered immensely if he were alive when they were trying to disfigure him. During the examination you realize that there is a section in the abdomen with discoloration - upon further inspection, you notice it’s a layer of fake skin made of latex. You began to take pictures of the abdomen area to document the findings. As the body was already pale and losing color - the section in the abdomen looked more peachy and as you peeled the fake skin back with a pair of forceps. The section underneath revealed a grotesque stitching. The incision site had a foul smell emanating from it. “Victim has a fake skin made of latex like material, it is covering a crude incision - the stitching is rather...amatuer?” You say in the recorder as you continue the autopsy. Taking a scalpel to cut the stitches open to take samples of the yellowish discharge, something reflected light from the inside of the victim’s abdomen. “What the hell…?” When you used the forceps to carefully fish whatever was in the body - it was several plastic bags layered over each other, you immediately knew what it was. Your eyes widened a bit, “Oh shit…” The victim was hiding drugs in his body.
The sound of the doors swinging open made you turn around in shock, you thought you were alone on the lower lever as it’s 3 am and all the assistants wouldn’t be in until 7am. Good timing I guess… You say thinking to yourself as you were getting ready to call the detectives down into the mortuary room. The male figure in the doorway was engulfed in the shadows due to the dim light on the other side of the room. You could only make out that the man was wearing dress pants, dress shoes and a sports jacket, you thought he was with the police department. “Detective, I think we found a motive…” His silence made you snort, “Look, whatever - the guy has drugs stashed in his body, I’ll let your office put the two and two together…if I’m right, you owe me lunch.” The man began walking closer to you, “Oh? So it looks like I don’t need to gut him myself…” His voice made a chill run down your spine. He wasn’t a cop, how the hell did he get past security? You take the scalpel from the table and hold on to it under your sleeve in case the guy wants to try something. “Who are you? This floor is off limits to the general public.” Your question makes the figure come closer, the light illuminating him slowly - you notice the color of his hair, the scars on lips and the piercing eyes that made your blood run cold. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What you have in your hand does…now hand it over.” You couldn’t speak or move, you were overwhelmed by his presence - the only exit was right behind him and if you tried to run, no doubt he would cut you off easily. Not to mention that you were three floors down, no one would hear you if you screamed and the fire alarm was on the far left hand side of the room, you wouldn’t reach it in time.
“What’s wrong doc? Cat got your tongue?” His tone was low and menacing. “Leave, the cops will be here shortly-” He cut you off by laughing and grinning, he looked like a wild animal baring their teeth. “No one’s coming for you dollface..” The mortuary doors swung open again and relief washed over you, hopefully the cops that just walked in can take care of this asshole. Your eyes darted to the door and two male figures in the dim light slowly approached the man with the scarred lips. “Put your hands where we can see them!” A male voice shouts from the doorway, the man with the scarred lips smirks and begins to put his hands up while staring into your soul. “Thank god, I don’t know how he got past security. Please escort him out and charge him for trespassing.” You say while moving away from him and towards the doorway. A loud bang echoed in the room and your body froze, your left arm began to burn and throb as you looked down and saw a red stain growing more and more on the sleeve of your lab coat. Dropping the scalpel, you begin to pant as the realization hits you, you were shot at and the bullet looks to have grazed your arm. The two men walked towards you, smirking and pointing their guns at you. They both had lilac eyes, purple tresses and identical neck tattoos - and smug smiles. Where the fuck were the cops or security guards? It was fairly quiet throughout the night during the examination and you needed to have a keyfob to access the bottom floor where you’re at - so how the hell did they manage to sneak in?
"She's not screaming." The man with the short purple hair said with an unfazed look on his face. You began to put pressure over the wound and back away slowly. "Don't take another step or else they won't miss on purpose again." The man with the scared lips said as he put his hands down and chuckled. "Sanzu, I'm surprised you're not snorting the goods by now." The man with the longer purple tresses said as he walked over to take a peek at the corpse on the table. The man that you could only assume is Sanzu scoffed and had a faux frown on his face. "Me? Get high on our supply? Rindou, you disappoint me." The three men in the room erupted with laughter. It was like this was a game to them and completely disregarded your presence. "Ran, get the good doctor some gauze - she's bleeding a little too much." Saznu said as the man with the short purple tresses walked towards you, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. Afraid that they'd shoot you again, you stayed perfectly still, sweat beginning to drop from your temple as Ran got closer. It was becoming harder to think or find a way out of the room with three people blocking your way. "Take your coat off doc, I'll be nice and bandage your wound - how 'bout it?" His tall figure dwarfed your own, his eyes trailing down to your lips. The way your bottom lip quivered made him bite his lip. If it's one thing that they love is having people at their mercy, especially women - whether it was during sex or a murder, the way their eyes pleaded was like heroin to them.
You swallowed hard, contemplating your next move - obey or try to shove him? “Today, doctor….(L/N)” He looked down at the embroidered name on your lab coat. Carefully, you began to take off your lab coat, wincing as the burning and throbbing continued on your arm, a small groan escaping your throat. Ran’s eyes began to devour your form, the pencil skirt accentuated your curves, and the fitted blouse has him almost salivating - the oversized and loose lab coat hides everything so well. “She sounds so cute, I wonder what she sounds like when she’s on her back…” Sanzu says as he comes closer and reaches for the small package in your hands. Your grip on it tightens, making him scoff and corner you against the counter. “If you don’t want to end up on the table, be a good girl and hand it over.” His body was pressed against yours, a prominent bulge pressed against your lower tummy, your body began to overheat from the anguish. When you didn’t comply, Saznu spread your legs apart with his knee, adding pressure to your core and you gasp - “You getting off on this doc?” His face was now centimeters from yours, you could practically feel his breath fan your lips, it made your heart beat faster. You couldn’t deny that they were handsome but they were criminals and a threat to your life. So why the hell was your body tingling all over?
The sound of the office phone ringing made everyone turn around, it continued ringing and ringing, annoying both Ran and Rindou. “Let her pick up the phone, what if someone comes down to look for her?” Rindou says while standing by the phone. “Go on doc, pick up the phone but if you try to ask for help or signal for help, I’ll slit that pretty little throat of yours.” Sanzu says as he backs away from you, the heat that his knee brought to your core was still lingering on you - would you be able to even talk properly while under so much pressure and pain? After you remove your gloves and set the bloody package on the table, you begin walking over to the phone, Rindou stares at you with half lidded eyes and a smirk on his face, he’s just waiting for you to make a wrong move. Picking up the receiver and holding it against your shoulder, you try your best to sound normal. “This is doctor (L/N).” You say dryly while leaning against the wall for support. “Hey (Y/N), I know it’s late but have you found anything on our victim yet? Also, has detective X stopped by yet? He was supposed to check in an hour ago with us at the station.” The other person on the line asks with a hint of concern in their voice. It felt like there was a knot in your stomach, all three men were looking at you and waiting for your response - fingers lightly resting on the trigger of their guns. “Um, not yet - just waiting for some toxicology results, no I.D. on the victim yet. By the way, you mentioned detective X, they were here earlier when the EMT’s dropped off the body-” Tense words were cut off by Sanzu walking over and pinning you against the wall, his gun drawn and trailing up your skirt. The cold metal made you gasp and almost drop the receiver. . “What was that? Are you ok?” The person on the line asked, both Rindou and Ran also approached you - caging your body against the wall. “Hello? (Y/N)?” In the softest whisper, Ran leaned into your ear, “Answer them…” Sanzu’s eyes never left yours and kept hiking up your skirt with his gun. Rindou was inching his fingers closer to your wound, almost threatening to touch it and put you in a world of pain. “Yes, yes - sorry. It’s just creepy down here sometimes, you know the bodies still have gasses left in them and sometimes it sounds like they moan when they leak out. Kind of makes it feel like I’m not alone down here.”
Big mistake, they took that as a pathetic cry for help. Both Ran and Rindou’s eyes narrowed, searing you with their gaze. The hem of your skirt was up to your thighs, Sanzu’s gun was now completely under and between your legs, and against your clothed clit. Your eyes widened and began to water, your eyes begging for mercy as you didn’t know what you did wrong. “Ha! I don’t know how you do it girly - I would shit myself if I were to hear something like that. Ugh. Anyways, give me a call once detective X shows up, I need to tear him a new one when I see him.” The person on the other line laughed and joked while ending the call. “Nice try doc, tryin’ to ask for help-” Sanzu says when you retort back at him, “I didn’t say anything!” His hand is quick to grip your cheeks, squishing them with force and making you yelp, making the tears fall down your cheek. “Aww, you made her cry - I love it when women cry, don’t you Rindou? Their sweet little sniffles and salty tears…” Ran says while swiping his tongue over your cheek. A muffled whimper made Sanzu smile and lightly rub his gun against your clit. “Just take the fucking bag and leave me be - please…” You say while screwing your eyes shut at the sickening pleasure that was being forced on you as he put further pressure on your clit. A small moan escaping your throat that didn’t go unnoticed by the trio. It was too much, you didn’t know whether they were going to let you live, kidnap you, torture you or kill you on the spot, keeping you on edge every second.
“I think we’re past that dollface…” The coy smirk that Rindou made, had knots forming in your stomach. “Please…if you’re going to kill me, just do it already.” You say in a low tone, almost as if you’re giving into the obscure fate. A snicker makes you look up, soft sapphire hues giving you a glimmer of hope, were they going to let you live? “Tell ya what doc, I’m feeling generous and you look like you can use a break…how about you bend over the desk and if you stay quiet until we’ve had our fill - we’ll let you live. How does that sound? Easy enough, right?” Your brain short circuited for a second, were they serious about this? Just giving them some pussy in exchange for your life? “Tick tock doc, or do you prefer for us to use that pretty little mouth of yours?” Rindou asked as he unzipped his pants. “Hey hey hey, I saw her first! I get first dibs.” Sanzu says as he releases your cheeks and squares up to Rindou. They begin exchanging insults and are too preoccupied with their ‘my dick is bigger than yours’ talk to notice that Ran had you bent over the desk already. His own hand stroking his member as his fingers slid your panties to the side to relish at the sight of your wet folds. “Fuck, dollface - you’re soaking wet.” His words bring further heat to your core and snatch the attention of Rindou and Sanzu. “You asshole! I said dibs!” Sanzu was just about to intervene when Ran shoved his cock through your core without warning, making you gasp and clench around his length. It’s been so long since you’ve slept with anyone, work has consumed your life and usually men who do approach you, end up running away from you when you tell them your occupation. “So tight…” He groaned as he reeled his hips back and slammed into you. You were holding in your moans, biting your lip and screwing your eyes shut. As much as you hated them, you couldn’t deny that it felt so good, your walls were greedily swallowing his cock and milking him for all he’s worth.
“She looks like she’s enjoying it.” Rindou says as he strokes his member. Sanzu huffed and took a seat on the far side of the desk. “Hurry up, Kokonoi’s gonna call soon - that fucker always tends to call just when I’m about to get laid.” Ran could only smirk and continue his assault on your soaking cunt. His pace was quick and sloppy, chasing his own high and not giving a damn that he’s bruising your hips from the constant banging into the desk. Your legs begin to spread open slowly, hips pushing slowly back so that you get a little distance from the table so your hips can get a little relief. “Fuck, you really are enjoying this…push back a little more dollface.” Ran moans as he nears his climax, purple strands begin to stick to his forehead and his breathing is erratic. You did as you were told and felt him hit a certain spot that made you moan. The sound of a gun being cocked made your body freeze, Sanzu waved the gun in your face - the twisted smile growing larger by the second. “Remember doc, you need to keep quiet…or else…BANG!” His yell made you flinch and clench harder around Ran’s cock, throwing him over the edge and making him cum, thick ropes of white coated your walls. After slowing his pace he pulled out, watching how his seed drips down your plush thighs. “Next…” Sanzu says as he looks over at Rindou, signaling that it’s his turn.
You tried catching your breath as your figure slumped over the desk, tears began to blur your vision as you looked over your shoulder to Rindou positioning himself. “Don’t worry dollface, I’ll be gentle.” He winks at you, a sweet smile masking his next move. A harsh slap on your ass cheek made you yelp, you immediately looked over to Sanzu who is now pointing his gun at you, smirking. “Strike two….” Rindou slid himself in slowly, making sure to get the complete feel of your walls fluttering around his length. “You weren’t kidding, she’s fucking tight!” Rindou says as he drags his length in and out of your core. It was gentle but the grip he had on your hips was painful - he was purposely making you hurt somewhere else. His nails were leaving crescent marks and you swore he was making you bleed. The pain from the graze faded as your body began to go numb. No panting, no small whimpers or moans could be heard, just the sound of your walls squelching around his length echoed in the large cold room. The light was fading from your eyes as you stared at the barrel of Sanzu’s gun. “Sanzu, you’re making her tense - stop pointing that thing at her and let her enjoy herself.” He says as he pulls your hair back, making your back arch and giving him deeper access to your honeypot. “That’s it …does that feel good?” You were about to answer but remembered that Saznu was still pointing his gun at you. You opted to nod instead and arched your back more and matched his pace so that Rindou could quickly finish. “F-Fuck, gonna fill you up dollface.” He moaned into your ear as you felt his cock throb and more heat dripping from your core as he came. God he was so close to making you reach your own climax. He pulled out and dragged his finger along your slit, teasing you with his cum and rubbed small circles on your clit.
“My turn…” Sanzu says as he comes closer, gun still in hand and pointed in your direction. “Alright doc, lay back on the desk and hold your legs open for me…think of this as one of those - what are they called again? Oh right, pelvic exams.” The smug look on his face made your legs quiver as you hooked your arms under your knees to keep your legs open. Pink dusting your face as this was a compromising position to be in, if you get caught like this by another staff member walking in - it’s over. “Good girl…” He begins to zip his pants and lets his cock spring free, his tip was already leaking and you see the way it throbs as he grips his shaft and strokes himself. He was making you impatient, the loathsome need to cum was making you pout without realizing it. “Look at that pout, she wants you…bad.” Ran says as he rinses the blood off the package you left on the table. You look up at Sanzu, beseeching him with your eyes as he closes the distance and slides his tip along your folds. His breath hitched as the tip pushed past your entrance and the warmth enveloped him. His cock felt much different than the other two, it was thicker, longer and that slight curve had your eyes rolling back into your skull. “They stretched you out and you’re still this fucking tight?” The further he pushed his length in, the more you struggled to hold back your moans, your breathing was becoming erratic and it felt like you were about to cum. He was splitting you open slowly and painfully. Once he bottomed out, he placed his hand on your lower abdomen and chuckled when he felt something. “Look dollface, look down at your tummy…you see that?” Your eyes trailed down your figure and widened when you could see your tummy bulge from his cock being all the way in. He pressed his palm against your lower abdomen and felt as your cunt began to suck him in - the way his palm put even more pressure on you was making you see stars.
Sanzu’s pace quickened and he used his free hand to unhook your legs and squish them closed, almost pressing your knees to your chest, making the sensation that much better and almost making you scream. You could only try and grab on to anything, hands flying up to the wall for support, your orgasm was clawing its way out. Tears lined your lashes as your walls spasmed around his cock and your juices soaked the desk and his length. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were a moaning mess entering a state of delirium. Sanzu’s own high made him release your legs and as they spread open, he doubled over and pressed his forehead against yours - more thick ropes of white decorated your walls. Once your high came down and your breathing steadied, you looked up to see Sanzu’s glossy half lidded eyes staring back at you. “Strike three dollface…” He backed away slowly and everything went black.
***Several hours later***
The mortuary doors swing open and in walks detective x with his partner and your assistant. They were greeted by darkness and silence, aside from the corpse from earlier, there was no one here. “Ah geez, where the fuck did doctor (L/N) go?” The other detective reached for the light switch and turned it on. Your assistant was looking around, trying to see if you left any notes or anything signaling where you were. “She may have gone home for the day, but why is this still out here?” She says as she looks at the corpse and over to the freezers, bodies must be stored after autopsies or else they can rot quicker and potentially affect evidence. She pans over to the mortuary table that had a new body bag on it, “Oh god, not another one. No wonder she left, she must have been so tired - poor doctor (L/N).” As she began to walk over, she noticed that the bag looked oddly familiar, it had the same stains on it as the body bag used to bring in the victim from earlier. “Umm, detective - I’m getting a little creeped out, this wasn’t here when I left.” As the detective approached the table, the assistant slowly pulled the zipper down and opened the bag. A loud piercing scream echoed in the room, the assistant backs away from the table and is screaming her lungs out. “Holy shit…” The detective says as he sees inside the bag. Your body was neatly tucked in, there was a bullet hole on your temple and your eyes were open. The detective found a note sticking out from inside the waistband of your skirt, it read:
