Panties… and Peaches???

It smelt worse than spoiled milk that had been on the countertop for weeks. The stench had spread throughout the vicinity. The detective sniffs the air, “BLAH!” He scanned the area and he saw it. There she was lying completely motionless. He saw the raped and slaughtered woman. Her neck had been choked out. Her panties were on here head. She was seemly defenceless against the rapist. He looked at her and was frozen almost as if he was the one who had been raped. He asked himself, “Do people in Seoul do this type of thing often?” Do people from Seoul have a soul? How can anyone perform such a reprehensible act? The detective decided to inspect the woman thoroughly. He inspected her from head to toe and everything else in between. He seemed to be keened on the in between part. He was too afraid to actually touch her thinking that would tamper the evidence. The woman had undoubtedly been raped by a psychotic individual.

The foul odour from the carcass remained to be pungent. When he was looking down at her he smelt something pleasant. How could anything that stunk that badly smell good? He looked down. He noticed that the rapist had shoved nine pieces of peaches in her. He was sickened by this act and puked inside his mouth in complete and utter disgust.

He still could not put it together. There is seemed to be no rationale to perform such an atrocious act. The only conclusion that was drawn was that he was not just dealing with a rapist, but a perverted serial killer. A deadly one at that. “But…is wanking a crime?” The words keep flashing in his head. Murder. Rape. Panties. Peaches? These things seemed to go hand in hand but peaches? He was perplexed by this case as if someone had asked him an unsolvable math question. What did the peaches symbolize? What did the panties over the head represent? So many questions, so little answers. It was back to the drawing board for him. Without a doubt he was one diligent and determined detective.