11-09-2020, 03:04 PM
OK, bathroom starting to weird me out y'all, lol. Got this one while brushing my teeth.
Now I didn't have any intention of bringing Detective Delia Delicato back but this just
fell into my mind-lap and I figured I may as well do something with it. So here goes!
"Step out of the car please!" said the stern but gorgeous blonde officer sporting a cute pixie cut.
"What I do?" asked the grungy looking man behind the wheel of a not-so-nice automobile.
"Out of the car, please!"
"Aay, I got a better idea, why don't You get in the back seat, and I'll join ya?"
And in the fraction of a second, she had that police-issue glock pressed hard against the man's
temple. This was no ordinary traffic stop.
"Better still, I reupholster this tin can with whatever shit you got between those ears!?"
"Whoa, the fuck you doin?
"Waiting on Mr. Found Dead In His Car to make a decision... tick-tock Arthur!" she said as she twisted
the gun barrel into the side of his head.
"Wait! How do you know my name?" he said in a raised voice.
Suddenly, she lowers the gun and sinks one into his upper, inner right thigh.
"You're trying my patience, Artie.."
The man howls in pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a cop! You can't do this!?"
"Next one's gonna be a little higher. You ever piss out a catheter, Artie?" asked the pretty lady officer.
"OK, OK, I'm coming out..."
He exits the vehicle and walks slowly to the police cruiser, stopping at the back door.
Lady cop continues past him to the trunk, pops it open and says "Get in!"
"The fuckin' trunk?" he questioned. She moves closer to him, gun pointed at his crotch region.
"You ever see what sniper training can do to a man's junk?"
Artie then approaches the trunk. He's got company. "What the fuck is this??" he yelled.
She pushes him into the new back seat and says "Don't mind him."
The trunk slams and the female officer gets into her unit and drives away.
The engine is turned off, lights left on. These woods were as silent as death itself. She goes to the trunk
to free her new friend. His cuffs removed, Artie climbs out of the car when the lady cop pushes him
onto the ground, kicking him in the ribs.
"Crawl!" she shouted, with her flashlight blinding him.
"What? Where?" he asked in a now far more fearful tone.
"To the tree." He did as she commanded. As he began his march on all fours, she grabs the gas can
from the trunk and follows him.
"Can you tell me what this is all about? What the fuck is this?"
She kicks the man hard right in the ass. "Keep moving!"
Once to the tree, he notices a very badly but only partially burned body several feet away.
"Oh my God, what the fuck?" he cried.
"Stand up, Arthur." she said coldly.
He stood as she held her flashlight and gun on him. "Back against the tree."
She then chained Artie to the hefty oak. Cold, tight and padlocked.
"Why are you doing this?" And who the fuck is that?" he motioned to the burned corpse.
"You don't recognize him, Artie?"
The man looked horrified. "No!!"
"That's your lawyer. At least it was. You know, the one that helped get you off by having your DNA
sample removed from the evidence room?"
Artie knew he was fucked. It was all over now. But he played the lie to the very end.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Abby Delicato!" she said with a steely anger.
"I don't know who that is, that name don't mean nothin' to me!"
"That was the girl you picked up that night. The one you raped and killed!"
"You're out of your fucking mind, I never did any of that!" he screamed.
She then walks over to the car, reaches in through the passenger window and brings out
a long black stick. It was a cattle prod. She turned, stood and stared as Artie squirmed like
the miserable low-life that he was.
"You're not getting off this time, Artie." she said menacingly, slowly moving towards him.
Now, looking this piece of excrement in the eye, she ran the prod down the front of his
pants and let him have it. He yelped in the kind of pain that let you know it was real.
And it had only just begun.
"Did she scream like that, you sorry sack of shit??"
She pistol-whips this murdering-rapist as he stands bleeding everywhere.
"I read the coroner's report. She had splinters in her rectal cavity!!"
The piss-soaked bastard was now crying. Snot and blood adorned his wincing face.
"So unless you have a wooden dick, that means you violated her far beyond anything sexual!"
He was blubbering now. Saying, "Please" over and over and over again.
"Did she beg for her life, like you're doing now you sick son of a bitch??"
More pistol-whipping. More blood and snot everywhere. He deserved this.
"You brought her HERE! Right to this very spot, you fuck!"
"Nooo, nooo" he cried out.
The beautiful lady officer then reignited the cattle prod. This time, hitting all points of interest.
One time, IN the mouth. She meant business. This was personal.
"She was my sister. And you took her from me. In the most vile and inhuman way possible."
Detective Delia Delicato. Vengeance was hers.
Delia walked over to the car and leaned back onto the hood between the lights.
"Oh, you wanna know who the asshole in the trunk was?"
Artie, now dissolving in the pain, wasn't fully present in the moment.
"He was a cop. A detective no less. And he used his power to abuse children. That's why he's
in the trunk of his own car! Child-raping motherfucker had NO business breathing MY air! So he
had to go!" said the righteous Delicato.
"You'll be joining him soon..." she finished ominously, walking over to the tree and picking up the gas can.
Artie let out a few whimpers, but then, fell silent to his fate. This was his.
Delicato doused the piece of human garbage with every last drop from that can.
"Say hello to your lawyer for me..." were her last words as she struck a match and sent Artie home.
Detective Delia Delicato. Righter of the darkest wrongs.
[No, she wasn't a real cop, she lifted the uniform and weapons after killing the detective.]
Now I didn't have any intention of bringing Detective Delia Delicato back but this just
fell into my mind-lap and I figured I may as well do something with it. So here goes!
"Step out of the car please!" said the stern but gorgeous blonde officer sporting a cute pixie cut.
"What I do?" asked the grungy looking man behind the wheel of a not-so-nice automobile.
"Out of the car, please!"
"Aay, I got a better idea, why don't You get in the back seat, and I'll join ya?"
And in the fraction of a second, she had that police-issue glock pressed hard against the man's
temple. This was no ordinary traffic stop.
"Better still, I reupholster this tin can with whatever shit you got between those ears!?"
"Whoa, the fuck you doin?
"Waiting on Mr. Found Dead In His Car to make a decision... tick-tock Arthur!" she said as she twisted
the gun barrel into the side of his head.
"Wait! How do you know my name?" he said in a raised voice.
Suddenly, she lowers the gun and sinks one into his upper, inner right thigh.
"You're trying my patience, Artie.."
The man howls in pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a cop! You can't do this!?"
"Next one's gonna be a little higher. You ever piss out a catheter, Artie?" asked the pretty lady officer.
"OK, OK, I'm coming out..."
He exits the vehicle and walks slowly to the police cruiser, stopping at the back door.
Lady cop continues past him to the trunk, pops it open and says "Get in!"
"The fuckin' trunk?" he questioned. She moves closer to him, gun pointed at his crotch region.
"You ever see what sniper training can do to a man's junk?"
Artie then approaches the trunk. He's got company. "What the fuck is this??" he yelled.
She pushes him into the new back seat and says "Don't mind him."
The trunk slams and the female officer gets into her unit and drives away.
The engine is turned off, lights left on. These woods were as silent as death itself. She goes to the trunk
to free her new friend. His cuffs removed, Artie climbs out of the car when the lady cop pushes him
onto the ground, kicking him in the ribs.
"Crawl!" she shouted, with her flashlight blinding him.
"What? Where?" he asked in a now far more fearful tone.
"To the tree." He did as she commanded. As he began his march on all fours, she grabs the gas can
from the trunk and follows him.
"Can you tell me what this is all about? What the fuck is this?"
She kicks the man hard right in the ass. "Keep moving!"
Once to the tree, he notices a very badly but only partially burned body several feet away.
"Oh my God, what the fuck?" he cried.
"Stand up, Arthur." she said coldly.
He stood as she held her flashlight and gun on him. "Back against the tree."
She then chained Artie to the hefty oak. Cold, tight and padlocked.
"Why are you doing this?" And who the fuck is that?" he motioned to the burned corpse.
"You don't recognize him, Artie?"
The man looked horrified. "No!!"
"That's your lawyer. At least it was. You know, the one that helped get you off by having your DNA
sample removed from the evidence room?"
Artie knew he was fucked. It was all over now. But he played the lie to the very end.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Abby Delicato!" she said with a steely anger.
"I don't know who that is, that name don't mean nothin' to me!"
"That was the girl you picked up that night. The one you raped and killed!"
"You're out of your fucking mind, I never did any of that!" he screamed.
She then walks over to the car, reaches in through the passenger window and brings out
a long black stick. It was a cattle prod. She turned, stood and stared as Artie squirmed like
the miserable low-life that he was.
"You're not getting off this time, Artie." she said menacingly, slowly moving towards him.
Now, looking this piece of excrement in the eye, she ran the prod down the front of his
pants and let him have it. He yelped in the kind of pain that let you know it was real.
And it had only just begun.
"Did she scream like that, you sorry sack of shit??"
She pistol-whips this murdering-rapist as he stands bleeding everywhere.
"I read the coroner's report. She had splinters in her rectal cavity!!"
The piss-soaked bastard was now crying. Snot and blood adorned his wincing face.
"So unless you have a wooden dick, that means you violated her far beyond anything sexual!"
He was blubbering now. Saying, "Please" over and over and over again.
"Did she beg for her life, like you're doing now you sick son of a bitch??"
More pistol-whipping. More blood and snot everywhere. He deserved this.
"You brought her HERE! Right to this very spot, you fuck!"
"Nooo, nooo" he cried out.
The beautiful lady officer then reignited the cattle prod. This time, hitting all points of interest.
One time, IN the mouth. She meant business. This was personal.
"She was my sister. And you took her from me. In the most vile and inhuman way possible."
Detective Delia Delicato. Vengeance was hers.
Delia walked over to the car and leaned back onto the hood between the lights.
"Oh, you wanna know who the asshole in the trunk was?"
Artie, now dissolving in the pain, wasn't fully present in the moment.
"He was a cop. A detective no less. And he used his power to abuse children. That's why he's
in the trunk of his own car! Child-raping motherfucker had NO business breathing MY air! So he
had to go!" said the righteous Delicato.
"You'll be joining him soon..." she finished ominously, walking over to the tree and picking up the gas can.
Artie let out a few whimpers, but then, fell silent to his fate. This was his.
Delicato doused the piece of human garbage with every last drop from that can.
"Say hello to your lawyer for me..." were her last words as she struck a match and sent Artie home.
Detective Delia Delicato. Righter of the darkest wrongs.
[No, she wasn't a real cop, she lifted the uniform and weapons after killing the detective.]
