He pleaded for it to stop.Then it did. Out came a hand and smacked across the right cheek. The teen fell to the floor.“Don’t you fucking dare tell...what me to stop you little cunt." The guard was angry, and his face now red.“Fucking get up. Stand up. I was going to let you off with a blow job but not now. Get up."The shaking teen, still holding his cheek, awkwardly got up. He looked down at the ground as tears lined his face.The guard grabbed the arm and pulled him to the window.“Bend over. Grab. Her world was crashing down around her and she had no idea what to do next. She hardly felt the hand of the boy take hers and guide her to the other bedroom. It was almost as if she were drugged. her mind could not, would not process what she had just experienced. Everything, every concept she possessed of the universe had suddenly been turned on its end and nothing made sense, nothing mattered, including her life.She stood mute, unseeing, unfeeling, uncaring as Trent removed her clothing one. Mom turned to me as soon as Jenny was gone."I came by last night to see how Jennifer was, to see if you wanted anything to eat. I heard her crying through the door. No screams, no shouts... it was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, deciding to trust you and then walking away."It seemed pretty clear that Mom wanted me to talk about why Jenny was crying. I, on the other hand, would rather visit the dentist.I shook my head. "Everyone in this family talks too much about their own and. "Really?" Chenosh asked calmly, her face betraying no emotion. Picking up a remote control from the polished wooden coffee table beside him, the President turned on the TV in front of them. An image came up on the screen showing a middle aged brown haired Caucasian male, who on closer inspection had a few gray hairs on his head. The man had gray His build was slim and by the look of him, Chenosh judged his height to be no more than 5'11, her mother's experience in law enforcement helping her.