Second Life Shadows | Chandra’s Secrets – Part Two

Last Updated on: 1st January 2026, 11:03 pm

My finger brushed against the service pistol on my waist as I waited. Over the past two years, I’d pointed guns and all sorts at Chandra, but this time was different. Now, there was actual intent behind it, not just messing around. When she finally arrived, I swiftly pulled the gun from its holster and aimed it right at her.

“Hands! SHOW ME SOME FUCKING HANDS!” I shouted. Chandra looked startled, holding her arms out in front of her as though offering me a chocolate. “I have hands,” she said.

The woman standing before me was a mix of innocence and audacity. Her nonchalance in the face of danger was infuriating, yet it also stirred a deep concern within me. What had she gotten herself into?

I lowered the gun slightly, not enough to drop my guard, but enough to indicate I was willing to talk. “Chandra, this isn’t a joke. I need to know what’s going on. Why are there explosives in your house?”

Into the Interrogation Room

I raised the gun again and ordered Chandra to turn around and face away from me. She looked confused but complied. Most people do when a loaded gun is pointed at them, and Chandra knew well enough that mine was loaded.

I slapped handcuffs on her, giving her a look that said “I’m so disappointed” without uttering a word. Leading her into the hidden police station, I heard her footsteps shuffling behind me. I should have kept her in front, but I knew she wouldn’t run.

Once in the interrogation room, I asked if she wanted a lawyer. “Do I need one?” she asked, looking at me inquisitively.

“No, not at all. It’s just a few simple questions,” I assured her before leaving her there for a few minutes. I needed to change into my detective uniform, complete with a badge, to set the right tone for the interrogation.

When I returned, Chandra had changed her mind and requested a lawyer. Damn. I hoped this would be straightforward. Fortunately, we have two lawyers on staff, and Fox took the call.

When Fox arrived, her first words to me were, “She denies all knowledge about the illegal unicorn in her house.”

Huh?

Unveiling the Evidence | The Interrogation Continues

“I’m going to show you a few pictures, Miss Kusari. I just need answers. Ok?” I said as I reentered the room and sat across the table from them.

“Do you recognize this house?” I asked, pulling up an image of her home.

“Yes, I rent this house,” she replied.

“Oh…that’s where she kept the unicorn! I mean, are we sure that’s her house?” Fox blurted out. At this point I was starting to worry about Chandra’s choice of lawyer.

I went through all the pictures I had taken from inside her house. Not once did she deny that anything in the images was hers; she simply tried to feign ignorance. “Wut is that thing?” she would say, but I wasn’t buying it.

At one point, she kept skirting around a simple question when I asked if a sofa and table were hers. It got to the point that I slammed my hand against the desk and yelled, “ANSWER the fucking question. Is this your sofa and table?”

“Not mine. I prefer more restrained elegance,” Fox answered. I wasn’t entirely sure that Fox knew she was here to be a lawyer.

A Real Lawyer Degree?

“Why do you wanna arrest sumone for owning a table?” Chandra asked me. I took one look at her and replied, “I don’t at all. Look, there are a million variables in this investigation. We have to analyse whether you own everything in the house, just some things, or whether you broke in and are squatting. So I just need some honest answers.”

Suddenly, Fox leaned over and whispered to Chandra—or attempted to whisper, as it was very much just normal loudness. “I think she’s got you bang to rights. I’ll ask if your family can get you some cigarettes. They go easier on you if you have cigarettes.”

Chandra looked at me, then at Fox, then back at me. For a moment, I saw a flicker of something in her eyes—fear, perhaps, or maybe resignation.

Uncovering the Truth | Chandra’s Interrogation

I took a deep breath and showed her another image. “Is this your sex toy?“ I asked, pointing to a picture of a rather conspicuous object.

“Okay, I do rent that house. I don’t own it; it came with some furniture. Other stuff I added… mmm, that does look like one of mine,” Chandra admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And the books? They’re yours too?” I pressed, not giving her a moment to collect herself.

“Whut books?” she asked, her confusion evident.

“The ones under the sex toy,” I clarified, showing her a zoomed-in shot.

“They’re absolutely not bomb manuals, and we’re not sure how those bomb-making instructions got in there!” Fox exclaimed, trying to cover for Chandra but clearly only making the situation more suspicious. Someone needs to check her qualifications.

Connecting the Dots

I nodded and scribbled something down. “Is this your bath?” I asked, showing her another photo of a bathtub, partially filled with what appeared to be dynamite.

“Is this dynamite?” she responded, her voice trembling as she stared at the image.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” I replied, my patience wearing thin.

“My client was told she was buying a bath bomb,” Fox chimed in, making the situation even more absurd.

“How should I know? Aren’t you supposed to be the expert?” Chandra shot back, frustration creeping into her voice.

“It’s not her fault that she was dropped on her head as a child,” Fox added, giving Chandra a confident wink, as if this was part of some grand legal strategy.

The Tension Mounts

I caught Fox’s eye, as she was mouthing, “Dropped on her head” in disbelief.

“And back to the image of your sex toy. It’s interesting that the last time I brought a picture of it up, you failed to mention the bomb hanging above. Why? Are you so used to seeing your stash there that you just forget about it?” I asked pointedly.

“Sometimes these things just show up. You have a leprechaun over, and it falls out of their pocket. Nothing to do with my client. She says she just knows about the bath bombs. And the unicorn, but we’d like to make a plea deal on that“. Fox rambled.

“Uuuuhm weeeeeell, the other pic didn’t have any bombs in them. And to answer your question, no, I’m not used to bombs. I’m very afraid of them they go boom, and I don’t own this bomb,” Chandra said defensively, her eyes wide with fear.

“The other pic most certainly did. At the top of the image,” I countered, flipping back to the previous photo.

“No, it did not,” she insisted, her voice faltering.

“There it is, right at the top. All the hanging wires and detonator,” I pointed out, the evidence clear as day.

Chandra fell silent, her eyes widening. “…..”

The Final Push

“How long have you known that there were bombs in your house?” I asked.

“Have you seen my house? I mean, have you seen the huge yellow tape telling me to stay out?” she deflected.

“That’s not answering the question, Chandra,” I said firmly. “We can discuss a plea deal.”

Fox chimed in, “My client was not responsible for the war, no matter what the rumors say!” It was time to discuss a plea deal and get this over with.

The Plea Deal

I leaned forward on the desk and took a slow sip from my coffee, letting the silence build tension. “Ok, let’s discuss a plea deal. Because right now, I have you bent over a barrel with an army of perverts ready to fuck you in the ass so hard you’ll spend life in prison. But we can find a middle ground.”

“Uh, wait, what? You’re happy for my help and wanna reward me with a lifetime award of ass-fucking by huge dicks?” she bounced in her chair as she answered. Of course, I knew she would love that.

“Here’s what I’m willing to offer. Forty-eight hours prison time, seven days without the use of the word ‘thankies,’ and we drop the charges down to simple ‘Possession of a Unicorn.’ Or we go to court, and you end up on death row.” I laid out the deal. Frankly, it was generous. Really, I could have executed her in the plaza at the bar, but I was being nice.

“I think she should get off with time served and a demonstration of what prison would be like for a pretty girl like her,” Fox, her ever-helpful lawyer, stepped in to say.

I saw Chandra lean over to Fox and try to whisper. Seriously, does nobody know how to whisper these days? It’s no wonder everyone’s secrets get out. “Uh, wait, am I not supposed to get ass-fucked?” she asked.

I just wanted to go home and go to bed. “Twenty-four hours prison time, and you can give her the demonstration. That’s my final offer,” I said to Fox, trying to wrap this up.

The Demonstration

Fox instantly started stripping, letting her dress fall to the floor. “This is totally for your own good, Chandra.” I just shook my head, got Chandra to sign the deal, and led her to her cell. But as soon as the deal was signed, Fox changed. She was no longer the lawyer—she was like a possessed whore, waving a strap-on around. “This is for your own good and hurts you more than it hurts me,” she told Chandra as she followed her into her cell.

After Chandra stripped out of her clothes, Fox grabbed her and pinned her to the ground. She spat on her ass and pounded the strap inside. “If I can keep one girl on the right path, I feel like I’ve done my job! No squeal, bitch!” she yelled.

Chandra’s prison time had officially started.

The Aftermath

And so, that was it. My roomie got sentenced to 24 hours in prison, welcomed to the prison life by her lawyer, and even got day release—well, an hour release. We considered it her exercise time, but really, she just stood in the bar in handcuffs, trying to proclaim her innocence. I don’t quite think she understood that once she signed the plea deal, there was no way back from it.

I also took her with me while I carried out a controlled explosion to get rid of the bombs. Well, I say controlled. I just hit the buttons, ran out of the house, and hoped for the best.

But the trouble is… I don’t know if this story is over yet.

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