BECOMING HOLLI WOULD (4) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

BECOMING HOLLI WOULD

Part 4

Holli looked confusedly from the ID to the deputy inspector’s face, and suddenly noticed the last name. An older man with that last name had taken her statement about what happened that night.

But that officer, upon hearing the name Mickel, had assaulted and humiliated her. Later he apologized with a look of contained rage and stopped taking her statement. Mickel's family had too much political power and influence. As if triggered by a spring, memories of Casandra flashed through Holli’s mind, and a person came to mind.

“You… are you Zama?” she said, narrowing her eyes as she recognized the few features he still had from his teenage years. “Chubby Zama? The Chief Inspector’s son?”

Holli’s incredulous gaze now scanned Zama’s body from head to toe, admiring his appearance more than trying to remember what he used to look like. Until her gaze fell on a bulge, and she realized it, wasn’t a phone or anything else he had in his pants pocket.

The deputy inspector didn’t answer. He simply put the ID back. He said nothing, his green eyes, flecked with traces of amber, stared at her even more coldly and intently.

Holli was startled, and at the same time, she couldn’t suppress her desire for that officer to pin her against the cell wall. In a reflexive gesture, she played with her hair. She bit her lip. Her nipples hardened. She slowly uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again even more slowly, making the gesture sensual.

And then she saw it. The cold officer wasn’t so cold after all. His gaze drifted beneath her miniskirt, recognizing what she’d just exposed in all its naked glory. It lasted less than a second. But it was more than enough to make Holli shiver. She could have him between her legs.

“No,” Holli said suddenly, regaining all her confidence. “There’s still enough of her left in me.”

“Do you still want to take revenge on Mickel?” Zama asked her, leaning forward a little more, staring intently into her eyes with a glint as dark as the rage that had driven Casandra to become Holli.

“She paid with her body to see Mickel exposed and humiliated,” said Holli, resting her arms on the bench to puff out her chest as she once again looked the Deputy Inspector’s sculpted body up and down.

“And what are you willing to do for all the humiliations he put you through?”

"Do you still remember how Mickel used to humiliate your father? Is Mickel Senior still threatening your family, Deputy Inspector? Does his laughter still echo in your mind? Tell me, Deputy Inspector, what are you willing to do to stop him?”

One of Holli’s hands had clamped down on one of her breasts, while the other slowly pulled at her skirt. Holli had taken the initiative and wanted to turn the beast to her advantage.

The Deputy Inspector’s face darkened, but a malevolent laugh lit up his somber expression. Then he looked back at the camera and gave a nod of approval. Just then, the door buzzed again, and the metallic clink of the lock sounded.

“In twenty minutes, they’ll come to let you go,” said the Deputy Inspector, rising from his chair and turning to leave. “You’re free to go, without charges. Or… to let my subordinate take you to my office.”

"We know how to play dirty and exploit legal loopholes here, too. He knows all of us, but not Holli. And luckily, the night has barely begun. There’s still plenty of party left to catch that bastard.”

to be continued...

PART 3