The city that never sleeps, felt sleep for once. The normal hustle and bustle was on vacation it seemed. Even at 1 am, the train would have a little action. Sage glanced over to the left of her and saw a Hispanic boy with raggaeton blasting from his headphones, a group of guys and girls talking loudly, an older black lady falling asleep and to the far right of her it was a man wearing all black. Sage quickly darted her eyes back to her phone. She didn’t want to make eye contact at all. He could be a killer or something, she thought. No telling who you'll get on a train in New York City.
She was tired, and she was completely drained. Working at a hospital was consuming her life and to be totally honest, Sage didn't like it. She chose to do nursing as a safe space. She couldn't disappoint her family. She had to be somebody and if that meant leaving the hospital in ”wee hours” of the morning, then she had to do it. She couldn't let her family down, no matter how much she hated her work life.
Moments later the doors opened and Sage proceeded to leave off of the train, with the Hispanic boy following behind her. Making her way down E 98th, the snow began to fall at a rapid pace. Sage knew she had to get home, but with the cold air brushing against her face it felt impossible. The wind felt like she was hit with mountains of snow, but the blow to the back of her head felt even worse.
Sage’s limped body fell to the ground as blood made a pathway on the snow. Her scrubs had become stained from the blood that slowly dripped down from her head. She was unconscious, but suddenly her body was being dragged. Dragged to an unknown place and with her being temporarily knocked out, dragging her was an easy task.
22 hours later
Her eyes opened up slowly. She didn't realize how long she was knocked out for. She was drugged repeatedly to keep unconscious and now it was wearing off. Her heart began to beat at a rapid pace, but she couldn’t talk. Her mouth was taped, her hands were tied up and so were her ankles. She was completely naked and her body was sore. She noticed blood stains between her thighs and she began to think the worst. Tears gushed from eyes and she knew her life was possibly coming to a close. How could she escape? Sage realized the room she was stuck in was a basement. It was damp, cold and smelled like urine. There were even red light bulbs in each socket, giving off a spooky setting.
Her eyes darted across the room and she spotted a small window and a chair. Was there hope, though? She was still naked and tied up. She knew she would never make it out of there, especially not in a timely matter. Her eyes finally made contact with a rusted pole that was on the side of her. Taking five minutes to scoot herself over to it, Sage tried to straighten her weakened body and she tried her best to rub the string around her wrist against the pole.
Watching the clock against the wall, this was taking longer than expected. Sage rubbed and rubbed until she felt the string break. Her wrists were tender to the touch and she quickly untied her ankles proceeding to remove the duct tape from her mouth. She struggled to get up and limped her way over to the window and chair Her body continued to fail her, but she wasn't about to give up. She would try any and everything to get out of this hell hole she was stuck in, even if it meant almost losing her life.
”Shit” She failed again, but she didn't stop there.
Sage finally got herself to stand up on the chair. Now opening the window was a challenge, but she had faith and didn't give up.
”Come on...come one......God, please........oh my....thank you God.” her heart fluttered as the small window opened. Her small, petite frame could get through the window, but she was struggling again. This time it was to lift herself up.
”Please, just let me get through this window. Pleaseeeeee.” Using all of her strength, Sage felt her body being lifted. No one helped her, but whatever it was she was sliding her way through the window and she hoped she would make it to safety.
Kissing the ground and forgetting she was naked, Sage stood up and limped through the snow. Her surroundings were familiar, but no one was in sight. She glanced around and began to scream for help, but it was clear no one heard her. She screamed and screamed until her body fell onto the ground.
”Help me! Help me! Somebody!” her body was being dragged again by the same individual. ”Please! Help!” The rough hands that had a hold on her, wrapped around her throat. Her breathing became nonexistent and the mysterious man’s body hovered over her.
Sage began to cry. One hand around her throat, the other unbuckling his belt and pulling his hard erection out of his pants. He forced himself inside of her, penetrating her vagina. Sage couldn't cry loudly if she wanted to, but the tears running down her face said it all. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. The more he penetrated, the longer it seemed. In reality, it was only a minute, but to Sage, it felt like an eternity.
He finally stopped and he grinned at her. The devilish grin scared sage even more and grabbed her body and turned her around with so much force. He began to sodomize her, Sage couldn't even cry anymore. She didn't have it left in her. When he was finished she tried her best to slither away, but he grabbed her legs and dragged her to a nearby alley.
”Ple-please.....just let me go.” He snickered and flipped her over.
”You know, I should have kidnapped a white bitch. This would've made the news by now. Nobody even cared to look for you. My face all over the place for kidnapping a white woman. I live for shit like that. Just for that, I'm getting rid of you.” His deep raspy voice put more fear into her. He was so calm and Sage realized he was really crazy.
Her body was cold. Her lips were turning blue. Sage looked drained, almost dead in the face. Her deep caramel complexion turned pale from the weather and her whole body felt like it was frozen. Sage pleaded, but the man did not care. He pulled his penis back out and began to masturbate over her body. He did it until he felt it was time to release himself , and that what he did. He released himself next to her face and watched her cry in agony. He put his penis back into his pants and grabbed a knife from his back pocket and smiled.
”No.....please!” Ignoring her, he stabbed Sage in her chest.
Blood spilled out of her mouth as she bled out and tried to crawl away. She didn’t get far, and he grabbed her legs again, flipping her over. He stabbed her again several times, watching her take her last breath. He then grabbed her, dragging towards an alley, throwing her body in a dumpster. He had his shovel nearby and put snow over her body, closing the dumpster. He walked away as if nothing happened, as if an innocent woman didn't die. He didn't care, and he was off to kill the next woman he came across. Would this be another case unsolved? Will loved ones find out who killed Sage Jones?
It's a mystery, but if it's up to a few individuals, this case won't go unsolved. 26 year old Sage Jones went missing on February 9, 2016, and was discovered a week after her death. Flyers and phone calls to the police didn't do anything, but her family received an anonymous phone call from a stranger. Sage’s body was found wrapped in plastic wrap in alley in Brownsville, Brooklyn. After only a week of investigation for her killer, NYPD suddenly put the case aside, making it a cold case. 31 year old Trevor Washington, a detective with NYPD wants to change that, though. He feels no case, especially the ones similar to Sage Jones, should go unnoticed. He wants her family to have some closure, even he would have some closure as well.
Will he solve this cold case? Or will it just be a mystery forever?
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