PROLOGUE

“Don't you hurt her!” should the man as he struggled mightily to free himself from the ropes that bonded him to the heavy, rusted metal chair. “I swear to God, I will kill you if you hurt my child!”

“How touching.” Eric Sinclair quipped, with his face frowned, mocking the man by pretending to shed a tear of sorrow. “Sad, but how very touching that a man, who had the greatest of life's gifts bestowed upon him by the so called Almighty God of the world, shows concern for his daughter. I ask you this though officer, where was that concern when you left your wife and daughter abandoned at home? Left them cold, hungry and alone whilst you went out into the world and fornicated with every harlot acting, sexually deviant minded woman you took a sworn oath to rid the streets of? WHERE WAS IT! No...no, your concern for your daughter is not realistic. You care not for her, nor do you care for what may happen to her this evening. You entertain the emotions of anger and care on the outside, while the true performance of your soul dances within you. I know you Detective. I know what really happened to your wife. Your hands bear the stains that no amount of repentance could ever was away. You are wearing a mask, Detective Harper. A mask that on this most glorious of nights, shall finally be removed from your pitiful face.”

Eric Sinclair symbolically placed his hands to his head, and abstracted an imaginary mask from his face. Detective Harper wiggled and writhed about in the heavily weighted steel chair. He could feel the ropes starting to loosen. He rapidly rotated his feet in an effort to further extricate himself from captivity. Eric Sinclair expressed amusement at Detective Harper's tenacity in trying to free himself. He applauded him for the bravery. The aphotic atmosphere was maddening in the sense that Detective Harper was covered under a suffocating shroud of darkness. He knew that his daughter was somewhere in the room, but he could not lay his eyes on her. His bondsman remained a disembodied, ambiguous voice, within the range of sound, helplessly out of touch of his hands.

The deranged man pulled up a metal folding chair and sat down beside the detective. “You know,” he started to say in a low, monotonic voice, “I am not a man who does not understand you, Detective Harper. I do not understand your motives for doing the unspeakable shit that you do. I get it man. Believe me...I get it. You murdered your wife, because you had to right? RIGHT! Yeah, I know that I am right. I would have killed the bitch too. Shit man, if a bitch wouldn't suck my dick when I came home after a hard day of crackin skulls, and whoppin ass, I would fuck a bitch up too. Dig this right, you are going to die, but, I may give you a chance to save yourself. I haven't decided yet. That will all depend on how well we all make it through this. You feel me flat foot?”

The desperation of the Detective grew exponentially as the screams for salvation grew louder. Footsteps could be heard off in the distance. Detective Harper's movement ceased as he attempted to listen carefully to the sounds around him. The feint sounds of what he believed to be dogs growling and barking could be heard in the distance. “Let me go you sonofabitch! I swear, I am going to rip your fucking heart out! Be a man, and face me!”

“Stop shouting at me. You are a bad man, and you are scaring me. I don't think that I like you anymore.”

“I don't like his bitch ass anymore either.”

“Well I do. I think he is cute. Let me see how big his dick is before you cut it off.”

“THAT'S ENOUGH! I am sick of all of you. Just shut the hell up, and let me work.”

Eric Sinclair grew tired of the game, and decided to end it. He opened a door and traveled over to the wall on the far side of the room, and pushed up the switch which controlled the lighting in the room. The brief flash of illumination, temporarily blinded Detective Harper, which caused his eyes to squint heavily until his vision was able to adjust. When he regained full visual focus, his face contorted into an expression of horror. He realized that he was being held captive in the basement of the house of the woman that he murdered in cold blood.

“Th-th-this is my house. You sick bastard!” he screamed when he saw his daughter tied to a stake in the middle of the room. “What have you done to her? Let her go!. Goddammit, Eric, let her go!”

The stake was positioned in the center of the floor plan. A thick glass structure housed both Detective Harper and his daughter with an equally thick wall of glass separating the two of them. Harper looked around and noticed that the rope that constrained him ran from his chair, to a lever that controlled a old weathered, wooden door on the opposite side of his daughter's cell. He turned his head to the left, and realized that there was an identical door on his side as well. Outside of the cell, hundreds of faceless, and expressionless ceramic white mask decorated the walls, as well as various newspaper articles about what the media has termed, “The Nightmare Man Murders.”

The door to his cell opened, and Eric Sinclair entered back into the tiny room. Detective Harper lunged his body in Sinclair's direction which caused the chair to topple over, which sent his body down to the cement floor with a loud thud. Eric Sinclair jumped back and erupted cachinnation . “Wow, such aggression. I can see why those women loved to have sex with you.” He reached down to lift the Detective's body back to a seated position. “There is something that I always wondered about aggressive men like you. Something that I have always found to be extremely sexy. Mmmmmm.”

Eric Sinclair reached down between Detective Harper's legs and tightly gripped the bulge made by the genitalia in his jeans. “Damn, Detective Harper,” Eric said as he licked his lips. “You really do represent the strong arm of the law. Tell me something, does it taste as good as it feels?”

Untie me motherfucker and I will gladly show you.”

“Oh come now baby, you don't be that way with me. I know that you are just as curious about me as I am about you. I would see the way that you would stare deep into the television screen whenever a news report of me came on. All of the newspaper articles, and my many mask decorating your walls. That is why you killed her isn't it. You killed her because you did not want to share me. Mmmmmm, Daddy, I just love a man who will kill for me. Such a fucking turn on.”

Sinclair then shoved his hand down the front of his own pants to stroke the erection that continued to grow with every erotic thought of the detective. After a few seconds, he felt the vibration of Detective Harper's penis in his hand as it began to harden. A sinister smile flashed across his face as he squeezed Detective Harper's penis a little harder in order to feel the throbbing pulsation. Eric began to slowly massage Detective Harper's cock and said, “My word Detective, you sure do know how to make a girl feel like she is doing her job. Now I have to see if I can make my chocolate Zulu cum for me.”

Eric began to stroke his dick faster as Detective Harper struggled with everything inside of himself to fight his growing sexual urges. He felt his victim fighting his natural desires, and moved his hands faster on the detective crotch. He positioned himself in front of the embattled Detective, slowly unzipped his victim's pants, and exposed his massively engorged erection. Detective Harper closed his eyes as tightly as he could. He could not bare to watch what could possibly happen next.

“Oooohhhh my God, Detective, I am going to suck your dick better than any other woman has ever sucked a dick in her life. Mmmmm, shit, you look so good to me. I have no idea why they want to kill you. I just want to love you. Take you all of the way inside of my mouth, and savor every inch of you. Neatly swallow every last drop.”

Eric Sinclair slowly dropped to his knees, and placed the Detective's penis into his mouth. With a smooth steady motion, his head and his hands glided up and down in a perfectly simultaneous rhythm. As he orally performed on his captive, he masturbated feverishly, almost bringing himself to the point of ejaculation. Eric listened carefully to each and every sound that Detective Harper made. He reveled in the fact that just as much as he was emasculating this poor man, he was pleasuring him just the same.

Their moans grew louder, and started to come faster. Eric sucked him harder, until Detective Harper ejaculated. “Mmmmm, mmmmm, keep going baby. Keep cumming in my mouth. Let me show your daughter how to properly take a man's dick while she is watching. Every last ounce of this sweet, white cream.”

Eric stood up and slowly licked his lips clean before quickly sneaking a kiss on Detective Harper's lips. “My turn,” he said, as he placed the tip of his penis to the detectives mouth. Within a second of the touch, Detective Harper opened his mouth and viciously attempted to bite the mad man's penis in half.

“Whoa!” Eric cried as he jumped backward out of the way. “I guess you aren't much of a homosexual after all. Damn! I was so looking forward to experiencing a double ejaculation. What a pity too. I told her that she would get to see us both cum. You never fucking cooperate. That is why you are in this position now.”

“Why don't you untie me from this chair you coward? Untie me so we can both experience satisfaction. You can experience the satisfaction of feeling me. And I can experience the satisfaction of ripping you black heart out.”

“Is that so, Detective Harper?”

“Yeah!”

“Is that the same thing that you did to your wife when you slaughtered her? Is that why she still has that look on her face?

Eric Sinclair walked to the far side of the small cell and picked up the rotting carcass that was lying in the corner. He quickly carried the corpse over to where Detective Harper was sitting, and dumped it at his feet. Harper gasped in horror, when he realized that the decaying body was that of his deceased wife. Detective Harper closed his eyes and quickly turned his head away.

“What is wrong Harp? You don't like seeing your handy work? Such a shame too my friend. That bitch was fine. Damn! What a waste of good pussy my nigga.”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you playing these sick games? Just fucking kill me already. Let my daughter go and just kill me.”

Eric Sinclair tucked his now flaccid penis back down into his pants, and walked towards the cell door. He turned back toward the Detective and spoke some final words to him. “How funny is it that for all of these years, you have dedicated your career to trying to capturing me, yet I am the one who captured you? It was no accident you see. We were not placed here together by actions of our own. Oh no, Detective Harper, we exist right now on the same path of this life, because it was destined to be. Their destiny for us. A little game of life if you will. We all have that one person in life that is our identical equal. In my heart, I believed that you are mine. I knew that deep down inside, you never really wanted to bring the evil so called “Nightmare Man” to justice. Nooooo...you would never capture me, because you secretly wanted to be me. You wear a mask of sanity to hide from the world, just the same as I wear my red mask to hide from the likes of you.”

Eric paused for a moment to pull out a cigarette. He quickly lit the fag, and continued, “Most people in the world want to learn to win in this chaotic game called life, but they never truly learn to accept to lose. They pray to an imaginary ghost in the sky for salvation. Wow! SALVATION! Salvation from what? All of you people want this fantastic dream of everlasting live, without embracing the reality of death. I have learned to embrace death. Love death. I, Detective Harper, welcome death. Look around, he sternly ordered the Detective as he pointed to the masks that decorated the walls. “They have all fallen. They have all lost. They are the reason why I continue to win. My purpose is to kill motherfuckers like them. You, Detective Harper are not like them. You are just like me. You laugh in the face of death every night. Time for the laughter to stop. Tonight, you will learn to accept your death in order to once again, truly walk among the living.”

Detective Harper knew not what to say. His mind raced a million miles per second. Eric Sinclair's words made sense to him.

“Pay attention!” Eric shouted as he slapped Harper across the face. “The rope that binds you controls the fates of both you and your daughter. If you manage to escape from the ties that bind you, the slack in the rope will activate the lever to the door in the other cell. On the other side of that door are three starving pitbull dogs who only have a taste for human flesh. They will feast on your daughter's body until there is nothing left to bury. Should you choose to remain confined to the chair, you both will encased in this tomb until you suffocate and die. Detective, tonight there will be no happy ending. Tonight there is only your life, our your two deaths. The ending of either of you is in your hands. Will you fight for your life, or will you die a horrific death together. This is your nightmare.”

Eric Sinclair disappeared through the door. He purposely left the gateway to freedom open for the Detective. He wanted him to see that his life could continue. Detective Harper turned to look at the body of his daughter over in the other cell. The screaming had stopped, replaced by feint cries for help. Words escaped Detective Harper. His hands shook violently, as his heart raced, pounding with fervent pace. He looked toward the exit once more, before vomiting into his lap. Thoughts of freedom were chased around in his mind by feelings of guilt. How do you kill your daughter, to save your own life, he thought as the sting of the sweat that fell from his forehead into his eyes. Detective Harper turned to face his daughter once more. With the last ounce of energy left in her frail little body, she looked at her father and said, “Daddy, please save me. I forgive you, dad. Don't kill me like you killed mom.”

Detective Harper lowered his head, and cried a cry that only a grieving parent could understand. He turned his head slowly in his daughter's direction and said, “I'm sorry.”

He then closed his eyes and carefully started to free himself from the ropes. With each strand of rope that fell, he could feel shards of his heart being ripped from his chest. When the last piece of the rope that held him to the chair was removed, Detective Harper stood up, then collapsed to the floor. He crawled over to the glass and feebly attempted to shatter it. The lever moved into position, and the sound of the lock releasing on the door haunted his soul. The weathered door slowly creaked open, revealing three pairs of red, glowing eyes. Without hesitation, the dogs darted forward towards their prey, and proceeded to devour his daughter completely. Detective Harper wailed and questioned himself as to why he sacrificed the only person in his life that loved him unconditionally for the man that he was.

A few minutes later, he placed his hands on the glass, and lifted himself to his feet. Maneuvering on wobbly legs, Detective Harper staggered towards the open door, to the narrow set of stairs that lead to freedom. He made the painstaking climb to the top. Laying at the top of the stairs was a plain white mask, and a note. He picked up the mask and opened the note. The note read:

Congratulations Detective Harper. Tonight is the night that you have been born again!

Detective Harper folded the note and placed it into the back pocket of his jeans. He turned the mask until he was peering into its dark, empty eyes. He squeezed it tightly, opened the door, and staggered away before collapsing to the floor once again. Eric Sinclair was there as the broken man fell to his feet. Eric sucked his teeth, then knelt down beside the man. Pity consumed him, as he placed his hands delicately on Detective Harper's shoulder.

“Open your eyes and look up detective.”

Detective Harper opened his eyes, and immediately tears formed and gushed down his cheeks. Inside of the hand that was not on his shoulder was the hand of his daughter.

“Sh-sh-she's alive? How? I watched her die.”

Eric rose to his feet and allowed the daughter to comfort her father.

“I wanted your mind to process, and your eyes to see only what I allowed them to see.”

“Thank you for not killing her.”

“Do not thank me yet. Tonight, Detective Harper, it was not you who made the choice to sacrifice your daughter's life. You are nothing more than a mere pawn on the grand chess board. I meant what I said when I stated that you and I are identical sides to the same coin. They made me, just as tonight, I have made you. Welcome to Forever Land.”

Eric threw down a specially made mask to Detective Harper then walked away.