Was... was... they said it might have been a bear.”“I'm sorry, Ma'am.” Detective Harrison said.“My aunt raised me.” I added.The detectives r...mained silent.“And... a... a boy I liked when I was sixteen.”“What about him, Ma'am?”“They found him... in his bed. he was... just like my mother.”“Mutilated?” Detective Paulson asked.“Yes!” I cried, putting my head in my hands.“Ma'am, I need you to come down to the station with us.” Detective Harrison said, standing up and adjusting his suit.“Are you.... You appear more conscience now and you’re coming to terms that there actually is someone so close to you. It’s not a dream baby. I can’t look at you, for if our eyes met the magic would be lost. I feel a gentle hand in my hair, slowly massaging a fistful of my hair. I moan into your belly button, softly kissing it, all over it and around it. I hear you speak, a sleepy voice, but I hear you clearly… “Don’t stop baby, please don’t stop…” My tongue now laps at your naval, and I feel you fidgeting. Then 1 held her arms behind her back as the other 4 started writing on her naked skin. “Whore, cunt, bitch, fuck pig, cum slut, anal whore, piss mop” all written from her forehead to her stomach. She was then forced to her knees and made to crawl back out into the office. With tears streaming down her cheeks she was led by her hair to each desk where she was then subject to more verbal and written abuse. As she was being dragged past the photocopier she got stopped, told to grab the freshly. In he came and stood beside the bed looking her up and down for some moments. He took off his overcoat and carefully hung it in the wardrobe before returning to the side of the bed."Well, well, well," he said, "You do seem to have been a naughty girl, don't you? You must have tried to run away or they wouldn't have restrained you like that."As Molly went to plead her innocence, being the part she expected to have to play with him, he interrupted her with a strict admonition to silence. Slowly.