You're a detective and you've been on the trail of a string of missing men that ultimately come up smooshed lifeless. You think you know who did it, so you go to investigate. You're at my house, chatting when you explain you think I'm connected to it somehow. I try to brush it off, but you're insistent. I cross my legs and you find yourself unable to leave. You're in awe and I explain my telekenetic superpowers and how I have been using them to wring the lifeforce out of bad men. I didn't want to do this, but you pushed my hand when you kept prying and looking into the case. I take my time alternating ny leg crosses and cracking your bones telekenetically. You see, this will be the final case you work on. My legs are strong, muscular, and my power is even stronger than that. Once you're unable to go on, I get up and put you in my arms, licking and kissing your face, pleased with having gotten away with this once more...