David's watch glowed. A robotic voice spoke.
"Story time starts. Entering story."
"Beep. Problem with person's identity. Fixing now."
"Ding. Fix done. Identity confirmed: special person."
"Special person: You woke up in a story world. You can't stay in Nexus Point for more than three days. To balance this, you can use the special shop and pick a new role. You must join a Story Realm now and then, based on the story's challenge. You will always be a story character. Finish the task to pass."
David's eyes lit up. * This is cool. Special status? Sounds strong. * A white light flashed. He was in a new world.
He opened his eyes. Still in a police station. Still a cop, like in Raccoon City.
"Ding. Task received: Investigate the serial killer case. Survive until other people's tasks end. You are a detective. Keep your Story System secret from others."
David thought hard. * They see me as a local, not a person in the Story System. Strange. Nexus Point must be the main hub for these stories. A place to get tasks, buy weapons, skills, or even women. Sounds fun. *
* I'm a traveler, but they think I'm local. This is great. There are limits, but the rewards are big. *
A white light flashed. The task started.
A Black cop walked over with a file. "Man, they always give us the hard jobs. Total junk. David, what do you think?"
"Show me," David said, smiling. He knew the cop's details in his mind. He opened the file and saw photos of murder cases. They looked familiar.
* This is Saw! * David's face twitched. * I'm in the Saw world? My task is to investigate and survive until the other people finish. Their success or failure doesn't matter. I just wait. *
With a plan, David knew what to do. "I'll take it slow. Truth comes in time. I'm going to the records room. Maybe it's linked to old cases." He stood and left.
In the records room, David found info on John Kramer quickly. Knowing the name helped. The timeline felt like the first Saw movie.
David drove to a house, home to a key person. He rang the bell.
A blonde woman, about forty but looking younger, opened the door. "Hello, officer. What's wrong?" Jill Tuck asked, curious.
"Hi, I'm investigating the murder cases. Can I ask you some questions? It's quick," David said, smiling.
"Sure, come in," Jill said, stepping aside. She seemed calm, like the cases had nothing to do with her.
Jill was beautiful. Her body was perfect, with no signs of age. Her breasts stood high. David's mind wandered. * Last life, I never held a girl's hand. I dreamed of a woman like her. Now, I might have a chance. *
He wasn't a virgin anymore, but his desire was strong. Young and fit, he wanted sex.
"Jill, what's your view on life?" David asked, taking notes, feeling safe. His strength and speed made him fearless. He just needed to follow the story and check its progress.
"Life is full of colors. Just being alive is wonderful," Jill said, nodding. She made David a coffee, smiling kindly.
"Nice answer. You're very pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?" David teased, half-joking.
Jill laughed. "You're smooth. No boyfriend. Are you trying to date me?"
"You're beautiful. Anyone would like you. I do too. Oh, I heard your ex-husband John is a famous architect. Do you have his number?" David sipped the coffee. It tasted good.
"You're a charmer," Jill said, smiling. "I have his number. Why do you need it?"
"I'm buying an apartment. Want to ask about cheap renovation ideas. My cop salary is small. Can you call him?" David grinned.
This ex-husband was John, the mastermind. He didn't love killing. Pass his games, pay a price, and you'd live.
"Sure, wait a second. I'll call him. We've been divorced for years, but we still talk," Jill said. She dialed her phone. It connected fast. "John, are you free? A cop's here at my place. Wants to talk to you."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," John's old voice replied.
"He'll be here soon," Jill said, hanging up. "How's the coffee?"
"Great, thanks. You're stunning, Jill. Want to grab dinner sometime? Unless you're too busy," David said, laughing. * Others are on hard missions. Mine's easy. Low risk. *
"Are you serious?" Jill asked. She liked David but doubted he meant it, given their age gap.
"Totally. A beauty like you? I'd show you I mean it. Can I get a friendly hug?" David opened his arms, his smile playful.
Jill hugged him. David held her tight. His hard penis pressed against her stomach through their clothes. She felt its heat and size, surprised. As a woman with experience, she knew it was big.
"Feel that? That's how much I want you," David said, smirking, moving his hips to tease her. * This big penis will make her curious. She's been alone too long. *
Jill gasped softly. "Wow, young guys have energy."
"You're not old. You're hot. I like older women. I have a problem, sex addiction. I need to jerk off daily. Used to do it myself, but seeing you, I can't help it. Sorry if that's weird," David said, letting go, acting shy. * Play hard to get. She'll want more. *
Jill's interest grew. As a doctor with a small clinic, she knew sex addiction. "Can your body handle that?" she asked, sitting on the sofa's armrest, touching David's hair. "Don't worry. I'm a doctor. Talk to me. I can help."
David nodded. "I'm fine. I work out daily. Don't know why, but I'm always horny. A sexy woman like you makes my penis stay hard. It's tough."
Jill touched his crotch. Her manicured hand felt his penis. "It's big. No shame in it. If your body's okay, let it out. How long has this been going on?"
"Since I was fifteen. Gotta jerk off daily. Jill, can you help me?" David boldly touched her breast. "These are so big and soft. Your body's amazing."
Jill smiled, not mad. "Let's talk after your meeting. You're making me wet, kid."
The doorbell rang. Her ex-husband was here.
An old man with white hair walked in, dressed simply. This was John.
"John, the cop's inside," Jill said, smiling. She and John were divorced but still cared for each other. She knew he stayed distant to protect her, so she held no anger.
John's eyes were calm, confident. He sat in the living room. "What do you want, young cop?"
David pulled out a cheap drug he'd bought for 200 points. It cured cancer. "Nice to meet you, John. A gift, a special drug to cure your cancer."
John's eyes widened, then calmed. "How did you know?"
"Cop instinct. The station sent me to investigate, but I'm done with corrupt systems. I don't care about working for dirty bosses. Do your thing," David said, lighting a cigarette, then putting it out. "Sorry, forgot no smoking."
John studied the blue liquid. He knew cancer was nearly impossible to cure. "What's cancer to you? What's life's meaning?"
A test. John spared those who valued life. If you didn't, you played his game. Win, you live. Lose, you die.
David lit another cigarette. "Cancer's a dead end now, but not forever. Some beat it, miracles. Why? They want to live. The medical world's a scam. Big companies hide cures. A cancer patient's a cash cow. They don't care about lives, just money."
John clapped slowly. "Good answer. Next question: What's life to you? You know my rules. One minute to convince me."
"I'm not good or bad. I just want to live happily. If I can, I'll help others. If I can't, I'll take care of myself," David said. "No need to force what I don't like. Isn't living enough? Oh, I have a problem."
John nodded. "What problem? You claim to cure cancer. What stumps you?"
"There's one disease nothing fixes. Others have a chance," David said, laughing. He blew a smoke ring. "Jill, can you grab some red wine?"
"Sure, one second," Jill said, smiling, curious about David.
John smirked. "You beat poverty?"
"Poverty's not my issue. Work hard, chase the life you want. Don't aim too high, you'll burn out. Don't aim too low, you won't value it. Life's not about money. It's about feeling full," David said, spinning his story.
"If not poverty, what's your disease?" John asked, holding the drug. If it cured cancer, it was a game-changer.
"Sex addiction. I jerk off daily," David said, shrugging. "Whores risk disease. Girlfriends take time I don't have. So, I handle it myself. If I don't, I feel off."
John stared, stunned. * That's a disease? *
Jill brought the wine, pouring three glasses. "He's right. Sex addiction's real."
"Okay, David. What's this visit about?" John asked, arms crossed, ready to talk business.
"Just a heads-up. You're on the radar. If I can't close this case, the FBI's next. Solving it gets me nothing. Failing costs me nothing," David said, sipping wine. "I'd love to see your work sometime. Bet it's wild."
John's face twitched. "You enjoy watching people suffer?"
"No. I like seeing scum who dodge the law get punished another way," David said, staring at the wine, his eyes unreadable.
"Want to join my team?" John asked. If David knew this much, he likely knew about the crew.
"No. Saving the world's too heavy. I just want to live well and find a tough woman to fix my sex problem," David said, grinning. * Watching other people struggle sounds fun. *
John looked odd. "Fine. I need a favor. Steer the cops elsewhere. Keep my games uninterrupted."
"Tricky, but I'll try," David said. * Fake evidence. Easy. *
"Deal. Hope your drug works," John said, holding the vial. "How do I use it?"
"Inject it in your vein. Jill's a doctor. She can help. She's charming," David said, his smile sly.
John's face stayed blank. "You like Jill?"
"Who wouldn't? She's a knockout," David admitted.
"You can't protect her," John said, shaking his head.
"I don't need to. Teach her to protect herself," David countered.
"Interesting," John said. He injected the drug, trusting David because his cancer left him no time. "What now?"
"Eat a lot. Get nutrients. More food, more strength to kill cancer cells," David explained.
John's stomach growled. "I'll call you soon," he said, leaving quickly, no longer frail.
Jill looked worried. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine. I'm not," David said, his penis still hard. He hugged Jill, aroused. * She's so hot. I want to screw older women like her. *
Jill Valentine and Cindy were older. Sex with them felt great. Jill Tuck was next.
Jill sighed. * Sex with a stranger? Crazy. * But David's big penis made her wet. She wanted him.
"To the bedroom," she said.
David carried her, shutting the door. He tossed her on the bed, stripping to show his muscular body. "Sorry, Jill. I can't hold back."
"Slow down!" Jill said, half-resisting as he undressed her. His body made her heart race. Her pussy, already wet, dripped more. At her age, she craved sex. America's open culture made it normal.
But Jill had a rule: her partner had to pass John's test. She knew John's crimes. He knew she knew. John couldn't have sex anymore. After her miscarriage from a robbery, he lost his spark. Their bond was now like family.
John tested David. Since he passed, John didn't care if David slept with Jill. He wanted someone to protect her, to make up for his failure.