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Case Number: 00853494
Date: 12th April 2021
Reporting Officer: Deputy Arin
Prepared By: CPL Daisy
Case #: 73-AC9B4
Incident Type: Missing Person/s [update: Murder]
Address of Occurrence: ███ ███ ████ Los Angeles, California, USA
Witnesses:
Anne Boonchuy: Daughter. Female, 13
Oum Boonchuy: Mother. Female, 45
Bee Boonchuy: Father. Male, 43
Evidence:
Family house surveillance footage
Discarded video recordings
Disregarded Human supplements
Weapons/ Objects used:
Pistol/Firearm
Duct Tape
Rope
Zipties
Police Report File: 008/1:
[Written: 24th February, 2021]
At approximately 11:35 on February 24, 2021, the local principal at St. James Middle School, Ms. ██████ Murphy, called LAPD to report a possible missing case involving one of her students, victim 1: Anne Boonchuy, who had not shown up at school for the past week without parental notification. Police would find the Boonchuy Residence being raided and ransacked, with the door being busted through and windows being broken. Upon searching through the house, there would be evidence of a kidnapping occurring, with furniture being thrown or scratched. The only presence at the house was a black cat, male, 2 to 3 years of age, roaming about the home.
After obtaining electronic evidence, video surveillance outside of the Boonchuy residence, as well as evidence such as human waste and possible DNA evidence, the LAPD has created a record of events recovered from the crime scene. More to come soon as this investigation continues.
Police Report File: 008/2:
[Written: 27th February, 2021]
After reviewing the video surveillance, the Boonchuy’s Last Appearance began at 8:02 on February 18th,2021, with the subjects possibly heading towards their dinner at the ‘Thai Go’ shop and dinner.
*Around 13:01, A white van is seen stopping in front of their mailbox, seemingly being disgusted as a repair truck or moving van, which had been highly debated on whether the vehicle was the vehicle to subdue the family.
*Around 13:16, the van would take off along with the possible subjects.
*Around 20:16, the Boonchuy’s would arrive home
*At this point, this tape seemed like any ordinary day for the family; however,
*Around 00:12, February 19th, 2021, another vehicle would park near the residence, a van-like vehicle that looked like the van from earlier. 3 subjects would be seen leaving their vehicle
Evidence would report that the kidnappers were wearing black ski masks with a dark top and pants, bodies differed in size, with one supposedly the leader being a Male, possibly 35-42, another Male, more skinnier than the first, possibly around 28-32; with the last male, heavier than the other two, possibly being around 23-30’s
*Around 00:15, the Intruders would sneak onto the back of the house from the faded security footage.
At this point, it would be up to 2 hours of non-responsiveness from the camera; however, the LAPD dispatchers would report in the same documents that they received a 9-1-1 call coming from the Boonchuy residence with a noise complaint around 01:32. Upon sending over police near the area, it was reported that no sounds were emanating from the residence.
*Around 02:21, the door was violently opened as the three men rushed out of the residence, with the last two victims, Bee and Oum Boonchuy, being carried over the shoulder of the 3rd more heavier male, and the first victim, Anne Boonchuy, carried by the second male with all three being tied up with Zipties and bagged over their heads seemingly all exposed with no wear on their persons before heading over to the van.
*Around 02:26, the undocumented van could be seen rushing out of the residence with the victims out of sight.
The video would end around 07:30.
As of now, the LAPD is still investigating the house and the nearby eatery. There are no updates available yet, but more information will be provided shortly.
Police Report File: 008/3:
[Written: 29th February, 2021]
INCIDENT REPORT SUPPLEMENTAL: Digital Media Evidence Analysis
File Designation: REC01ANNEX
Source: Micro-SD card recovered from a dumpster near the LAPD Offices. The card contained a single video file.
The following report will review the video evidence recovered two days ago, located near the front entrance of the LAPD offices. After reviewing the Following footage, the device was used in the Kidnapping of the Boonchuy family.
The following text describes the video as best:
Reader Description is Advised.
[February 19th, 2021]
~BEGIN RECORDING~
00:00 – 03:00
The camera lens begins filming with a view of the Boonchuy residences’ living room, the lights dark but still lit by the street lamps outside, the camera turns around to see 2 of the masked men, one skinny and one heavier man, looking around the house, throwing trinkets into a large potato sack.
Muffled anger erupts in the background, the camera turning to see the three victims, Anne, Oum, and Bee, all tied up with zip ties dug with their wrists and ankles bound, and duct tape stretched around their heads.
A voice, presumably the leader, comments by saying, “Look at them. Fucking perfect.” The man is getting close to Anne, rubbing his hands and fingers on his face, feeling her features on her cheek, before pulling away, making the victim shiver in fear
The camera would make a short turn toward her parents, both of them determined, trying to free themselves and grunting under their gags, threatening insults as the criminals touch their child.
-CUT-
05:23 – 20:09
Now, it’s a close-up. Anne is on her back on the floor, her legs held apart by thick, muscular arms. The man above her is large, his body a solid wall of flesh. He’s not hurting her. He’s positioning her. “Virgin, huh?” he grunts, not unkindly. His thumb swipes through her folds, and she arches off the mat with a muffled cry. “Wet already. Good girl.”
He notches his cock at her entrance. The camera zooms in. Her eyes are squeezed shut, then fly open as he pushes. In. A slow, inexorable stretch. Her muffled sound isn’t pain—it’s a deep, shuddering oh of sensation. He sinks deeper, and her body opens for him, accepting, clenching.
“Fuck,” he breathes. He begins to move. Short, deep strokes that make her hips jerk to meet his. The slap of skin grows rhythmic, wet. Her pleasure is evident in the frantic flutter of her eyelids, the sheen of sweat on her throat, the way her taped mouth forms a perfect ‘O’. He pistons into her, his pace becoming urgent, brutal, perfect. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed this pretty little pussy.” His growl is met by her frantic shaking. With a roar, he slams home and holds, his body shuddering. Anne’s own climax rips through her a second later, her entire body convulsing beneath him as he empties himself inside her with a long, satisfied groan.
-CUT-
30:43 – 42:01
Oum is on her knees, a different man behind her—taller, defined with lean muscle. One arm is wrapped around her throat in a firm headlock, not choking, but claiming. His other hand grips her hip. “Fight it, you bitch!” “Makes your cunt tighter,” his voice a dark whisper in her ear. She struggles, a magnificent, furious writhing that only seats him deeper inside her from behind.
“Yeah,” he hisses. “Just like that.” Each of his thrusts is a punctuated claim. Her protests are lost in the tape, but her eyes, reflected in a piece of hanging metal, are blazing with want. He fucks her with a relentless, athletic rhythm. The sound is different here—harder, sharper. Her body is taking everything he’s giving, meeting force with a hidden, desperate strength. “That’s it. Squeeze my fucking cock.” She shakes her head ‘no’, but her back arches, pushing her hips back onto him. He reads her perfectly. His arm tightens a fraction—just enough to make her dizzy with submission—as his thrusts become erratic. He buries himself with a guttural shout, pulsing deep within her. She goes limp in his hold, a long, trembling sigh escaping her nose.
Behind them, Bee strained against his bonds, a raw, muffled roar of protest coming from his gagged mouth. Anne, still trembling from her own violation, could only watch her mother’s face turn dark.
-CUT-
48:56 – 56:55
Bee is on his back. The larger man is behind him, his spent cock already hardening again as he presses against Bee’s entrance. The leaner man kneels in front of Bee, tapping his cock against Bee’s taped lips. “Open up, faggot,” he sneers, the slur falling into the agreed-upon lexicon of the scene, “Suck it!”
Bee hesitates, the skinny man ordered, grabbing Bee’s hair and forcing his head forward onto his cock. Bee resisted. The slim man just pushed harder, shoving his length past Bee’s lips, down his throat. Bee gagged, tears streaming. The fat man behind him began to fuck his ass in a steady, brutal rhythm.
The dual violation was absolute. Bee’s world narrowed to the cock in his mouth, choking him, and the cock in his ass, stretching him to a breaking point. A wave of nausea warred with a shocking, degrading sense of fullness. The skinny man thrust into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat over and over.
“Take that dick, you fucking bitch,” the fat man grunted, punching Bee’s sides.
“Swallow my load, queer,” the skinny man moaned, fucking his face.
They came almost in unison. The fat man emptied into Bee’s ass, a hot flood that made Bee shudder. The skinny man pulled out of his mouth just to spray his cum over Bee’s face, striping his cheeks and closed eyelids with wet, hot streaks.
-CUT-
1:06:09 – 1:20:24
Anne and Oum were forced to their knees again, facing each other. The muzzle of a pistol pressed to each of their temples. The muscular man’s voice was a cold command.
“Kiss. Show us how grateful you are.”
Their eyes met. In the depths of shame and shared violation, a desperate, sorrowful understanding passed between them. It wasn’t desire. It was survival. It was connected to the wreckage.
They don’t need to be told twice. Their taped mouths meet, a clumsy, passionate clash. Tongues seek seams in the tape. Hands, still bound, clutch at each other’s shoulders. It’s fierce, hungry, a shared release of all the pent-up tension. The three men stand around them, stroking themselves.
“On their heads,” the muscular one ordered.
The first spurt hit Anne’s hair, warm and thick. The second splashed across Oum’s brow. The third, fourth, fifth—a torrent of cum rained down, matting their hair, dripping down their temples, into their eyes. They kept kissing, a broken, wet, messy act of mutual despair.
-CUT-
1:42:00 – 1:46:09
The back of a moving van. Three naked bodies, zip-tied at the wrists and ankles, gags back in their mouths, coarse burlap sacks pulled over their heads. Brushes littered the floor around them—stiff-bristled cleaning brushes, their skin marked with red, angry scratches from being roughly scrubbed.
One figure, Oum, is seen twisting and turning frantically in anger, trying to fight their bonds. The sack over her head turned toward the camera lens, and her muffled grunts were furious, defiant.
“Shut her up…all of them,” the Leader said, speeding off from the crime scene. The heavy one with one swing to the nose knocks her out cold, following up with more beating from all three of them, a cruel reminder of their situation.
~END RECORDING~
Police Report File: 008/4:
[Written: 9th March, 2021]
The Boonchuy’s Residence was inspected thoroughly by investigators. Notable items updates were the family safe open and its contents emptied, along with blood on the side belonging to Bee from later studies, the family computer was stolen, and the office was ransacked. Some items, like a TV from Anne’s room, were stolen along with her laptop and other such electronics we currently can’t identify.
The LAPD would begin questioning the following Neighbors and friends of the victims, notably two friends of Anne Boonchuy – Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu – notably, both Sasha would notice a van with the same description, however, commented stating how she didn’t think it was anything but a coincidence.
Another notable figure is Ned Dennis, a patron of the Thai-Go restaurant, was put under questioning. Of note, the figure seemed nervous and hesitated when questioning the last time he visited the restaurant. Later during the investigation, there was a distinct connection between him and one of the subjects with the same body type and cadence, and with this, we are placing him under private investigation to ensure the evidence is clear in the hope of finding the Boonchuys; however, this is currently no concrete evidence of his involvement with the family's disappearance.
Families around the residence have resulted in mixed or messy information, given some involvement with the police before giving an account that lines up with the disappearance
However, at this time, the LAPD is still investigating with no leads on the disappearance of the Boonchuy family.
Police Report File: 008/6:
[Written: 21st March, 2021]
INCIDENT REPORT SUPPLEMENTAL: Digital Media Evidence Analysis
File Designation: REC03FINAL
Source: Micro-SD card recovered from the Waybright Family for investigation (subjects have reviewed the film).
The following update report will review the updated video evidence recovered on the 18th of March at 18:00, after being found at the Waybright residence. Investigators confronted the family, claiming that the video was mailed in to them discreetly, with the daughter watching it first. After reviewing the Following footage, the device was used in the tragic Murder of the Boonchuy family.
The following text describes the video as best:
Reader Description is Advised.
[March 15th, 2021]
~BEGIN RECORDING~
00:00 – 00:50
The camera lens begins filming with one of the subjects, the leader, presumably walking around in an old abandoned building. The subject soon stops at a metal door, opening it to reveal the location, a small room, the walls are concrete, stained. A single bare bulb hangs, swinging slightly, casting moving shadows.
Three individuals are identified as Anne Boonchuy, Oum Boonchuy, and Bee Boonchuy. They are seated on the floor, backs against a wall. They are nude. Visible bruising, consistent with staged play injuries (mild contusions on shoulders, thighs), is present on all three. Their posture indicates exhaustion: shoulders slumped, heads down. Their skin shows raised goosebumps. Oum has her arm around Anne’s shoulders. Bee’s eyes are fixed on the floor between his knees. All are shivering.
The subject moves directly to Anne. He fists his hand in her dark hair, close to the scalp. Anne’s head snaps up, her wide eyes flashing with a mix of genuine shock and performed fear. She makes a small, choked sound.
The Subject pulls and drags her up and away from the wall by her hair. Her body is limp for the first second, then she scrambles to get her feet under her, a frantic paddling motion on the concrete.
Oum immediately lurches forward with a raw, guttural shout, “No!” and attempts to grab Anne’s arm.
Her movement is sluggish, weak. Subject A easily shoves her back against the wall with his free hand. Bee pushes himself up, but his legs buckle, and he sinks back to his knees, a strained cry of protest leaving him. The protest is part of the scene’s script, but the physical weakness appears unfeigned, a result of prior strenuous activity.
Anne is dragged, stumbling and naked, out of the room. The camera, handheld, follows.
-CUT-
01:17 – 05:43
The camera is now low, placed on a surface, aiming upwards. The perspective is from a corner of what seems to be an adjacent storage room. Anne is on her hands and knees in the center of the frame. The subject stands behind her. His hands are on her hips.
Her face is clearly visible to the lens. Tears have cut clean tracks through the dirt on her cheeks. Her lips are parted, her breath coming in visible puffs in the cold air. She is staring directly into the camera, her expression a masterpiece of conflicted consent—dread, anticipation, and a deep, shameful arousal.
“Look at it,” The subject grunts, referring to the camera. “Watch yourself get taken.”
He positions himself. The head of his cock, thick and flushed, presses against her entrance. Anne’s eyes screw shut. A full-body tremor runs through her.
He pushes.
A sharp, punched-out gasp escapes her. Her eyes fly open, locked on the lens. He sinks in with a slow, relentless pressure. Her back arches, a beautiful, painful curve. Her mouth forms a silent scream.
“Tight again?” he taunts, his voice thick. “Tight little thing. Clenching like a fucking vice.”
He begins to move. Short, deep, probing thrusts. Each one makes her jaw go slack. Each withdrawal makes her hips jerk backward, seeking him. The slap of skin is loud in the empty room. Her inner muscles are visibly fluttering around him with each partial retreat, trying to pull him back in.
“You feel that?” he snarls, picking up speed. His grip on her hips is brutal, sure to leave bruises. “You feel how deep I am? This is what you wanted. To be used. To be filled.”
Anne is nodding, a frantic, compulsive bobbing of her head. Tears stream freely now, but she’s pushing back against him, meeting his drives. Her body is accepting it, reveling in it. The pain is a bright, sharp thread in a tapestry of overwhelming sensation. The stretch is exquisite. The friction is fire. Her own climax is building, a coiled spring in her gut, fed by the degradation and the sheer, physical domination of it.
The subject’s rhythm fractures. His thrusts become jarring, erratic. “Gonna… mark you. Inside. Gonna put a baby in this sweet cunt.”
He rams home one final time, his body curling over hers. A guttural, animal roar tears from his throat. Anne convulses, a silent, seismic orgasm ripping through her as she feels the hot, sudden flood of his release pumping into her depths. Her body milks him through it, involuntary pulses that draw out every last drop. She collapses forward onto her forearms, her face hidden in her hair, shoulders heaving. The subject remains lodged inside her, panting, as his spend leaks out around the join of their bodies.
-CUT-
12:43 – 13:38
The video quality is higher, steadier. Dawn light, gray and diffuse, filters through a dense canopy of trees. The location is a forest clearing. A thick, low-hanging branch of an oak tree dominates the frame. An old, rust-splotched sedan is parked beneath it.
The three individuals, Anne, Oum, and Bee Boonchuy, are standing nude on the sedan’s roof. Their hands are bound behind them with black cable ties. Their mouths are gagged with dark cloth. Loose, baggy hoods of coarse fabric obscure their heads, though the outlines of facial features are faintly visible through the material when backlit. A single, thick rope is looped over the branch. It separates into three nooses, each fitted with a wide, padded leather collar that rests around their necks. The rope is slack.
They stand close together, shoulders touching. A full-body shiver runs through Anne. Oum’s chest rises and falls in a deep, controlled rhythm. Bee’s muscular frame is rigid, poised.
14:16 - 14:45
A figure off-camera (the subject from the first video evidence back in February, voice’s identified) speaks, low and calm. “Finale. You feel the drop. You feel the fight. You feel the… let go. Remember your signals.”
The camera zooms in slowly. It focuses on the rope where it is tethered to the sedan’s trailer hitch. A gloved hand enters the frame. It releases a pin.
There is a loud, metallic clunk. The vehicle, apparently in neutral, begins to roll slowly forward down a gentle incline.
The slack in the rope vanishes instantly.
The three bodies are jerked off the roof with a sickening, unified thud. Their feet leave the metal. The drop is only about eighteen inches, but the sudden transfer of weight is brutal.
The sound is immediate: a chorus of harsh, strangled gurgles and grunts, muffled by the gags and hoods. Their bodies go taut, suspended, toes pointing toward the forest floor. The rope creaks loudly under the strain.
14:47 - 15:30
The struggle begins.
It is not frantic, but ferocious. A deep, instinctual fight for air that their consensual minds have yielded to. Their bodies arc and twist in the morning air.
Anne’s body convulses. Her legs scissor. Her hips buck. Her breasts, firm and full, swing in wild, desperate circles with each jerk of her torso, dark points pressing against the rough hood fabric. A wet, pleading sound tears from her gagged mouth.
Beside her, Bee’s reactions are more violent. His powerful thighs knot with muscle. His abdomen clenches, defined and straining. His penis, which had been soft, begins to swell and harden rapidly, bobbing and slapping against his thigh with his struggles—a visceral, autonomic response to the asphyxiation. His gargled roars are the loudest.
Oum’s struggle is different. It is a tense, shuddering resistance. Her curvier body sways, then spins slowly on the axis of the rope. Her breasts, heavier, describe wider, slower arcs. Her head tilts back within the hood, a gesture that could be agony or ecstasy. A thin, high whine leaks from her.
The camera pans slowly, capturing each in turn. The fog curls around their thrashing limbs. The rhythmic, wet sounds of their struggle. The sheer, vulnerable exposure of their naked forms in the cold light.
15:32 - 16:15
Anne’s movements begin to change. The frantic kicking slows. Her legs quiver, then extend in a long, final shudder. Her swinging breasts settle into a gentle, pendulous rock. A last, wet sigh escapes the cloth over her mouth. Her body goes still, hanging limp. The rope groans as her full, dead weight settles.
Bee sees it or senses it. A renewed, final burst of energy seizes him. His back bows spectacularly. His hardened cock, now fully erect, jerks violently, and a first, thick rope of semen pulses out onto the leaf litter below, followed by two more weaker spurts an anoxic climax triggered by the extreme duress. As the last pulse leaves him, the fight drains away. His head lolls forward against the padded collar. His body sways, a heavy, motionless weight.
Oum is last. She twists her head toward Bee, then toward Anne. Her struggles become purposeful, slower. She grinds her hips in a slow, circular motion against the empty air, a shocking mimicry of sex. A deep, satisfied hum vibrates in her throat. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she lets her body go slack. Her head falls to the side. Her toes point downward. She is still.
16:16 - 22:45
Silence, but for the creak of the rope and the distant call of a crow.
The three bodies hang motionless in the clearing. The fog thickens, softening their outlines. They turn slowly, gently, in a macabre carousel.
The camera holds the shot. It is a tableau of profound surrender. Anne’s youthful form, limp and pliant. Bee’s muscular physique, spent and quiet. Oum’s mature curves, finally at rest.
The light grows slightly brighter.
22:46
The screen cuts to black.
~END RECORDING~
Police Report File: 008/8:
[Written: 25th March, 2021]
Police arrived on the scene after further investigation pinpointed [REDACTED] as the location of the murder. The victims, Anne, Oum, and Bee, have been found dead from asphyxiation, still in the condition with slight decay of skin turning slowly grey.
One subject, Ned Dennis, has been dropped as a suspect after the investigation yielded no connection between him and one of the subjects involved, despite having similar timelines of events; however, with different locations and events, Ned's involvement did not connect with our subject.
Police Report File: 008/10:
[Written: 2nd April, 2021]
Autopsy reports the contents of Anne Boonchuy’s body, several bruises and broken bones were found on their body as well as similar injuries on the other two victims, Oum, and Bee Boonchuy.
LAPD is still looking for the subjects and finding the car used for the hanging; however, no DNA or evidence was found, and coming up to 2 months, we are currently considering this case cold due to insufficient evidence.
To quell the public's interest, this case is being vaulted into the LAPD storage and shall not be reproduced or distributed to anyone outside the agency or offices. As of now, the case is closed.
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