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Deanna's alarm went off at 3:30 in the morning. As she turned it off she wondered why the hell she decided to work such an early morning job. With sleepy eyes she pushed herself out of bed and stumbled her way to the bathroom.

As she waited for the water to warm up in her shower, Deanna stood there thinking about what all she had to do today. She had to go to work at the news station, then go to class and hopefully in between there somewhere she could see her boyfriend Tanner Perry. Tanner was enlisted in the Navy but was at home as a police officer for now. Deanna couldn't resist a man in a uniform and seeing Tanner in both his navy and police uniforms really turned her on.

Once she got to work, Deanna day dreamed about how she wanted to work in forensic science. She had gone to school and had her broadcasting degree and was working as a news producer, but her dream was to work on crime scenes so she went back to school.

She would catch herself during the day looking up different websites. Anything from OSBI to NCIS dreaming of the day that she could work at an agency.

Her work day was the same as usual writing about murders and fires. It didn't seem like it changed much from day to day. In a big city you there was always some kind of shooting or fire that was bound to happen. Deanna just wanted more out of life more than sitting behind a desk and staring at a computer screen for eight hours a day. She wanted to be out on the front lines investigating the crime scenes.

As her finals for school drew closer, she knew she would have to work on projects and final papers.

When she got home that night she was exhausted. She was up writing her paper for criminal science but it was all she could do to keep her eyes open. A text on her phone is what jolted her awake. It was from her boyfriend Tanner.

Just finished my shift. Will be there in 10.

That got Deanna excited. She probably didn't look the most presentable in her sweats and an oversized shirt. She quickly threw her hair in a bun and put on some mascara.

She heard her doorbell sooner than she thought. She rushed to the door to find her handsome boyfriend in the door way, still in uniform. Tanner was often teased about looking at lot like Andy Samberg's character Jake on Brooklyn Nine-Nine which made Tanner madder than hell.

"Please come on in" Deanna ushered the man in with a hand on his arm.

Deanna noticed something unusual with Tanner that night something she had never noticed before.

"How you day" Tanner said slurring his words.

It wasn't until Tanner started speaking that she realized, he was drunk.

"It was fine. Just working on my final project." Deanna said sitting down on the couch. She patted the seat next to her. "Have a seat."

It was almost as if Tanner never heard her. He went into the kitchen to find nothing was on cooking.

"You didn't make me dinner?" Tanner said still slurring his words.

Thinking he was joking Deanna replied "No silly I figured it was just going to be me tonight and I ate a sandwich."

"Get your lazy ass up and fix me dinner!" Tanner demanded.

Deanna was beginning to get worried. "Tanner I have an exam tomorrow and this paper is due by the end of the week can there is plenty of food in the fridge just pick something."

This sent Tanner into an outrage. He had a look in his eye that Deanna had never seen before. He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her up to his face.

"If I tell you to make me dinner you will make me dinner. You are supposed to honor and obey me!" Tanner said clearly out of his mind by this point.

Before she gave it much thought Deanna spat back. "I am your girlfriend. I don't have to take orders from you."

This sent Tanner over the edge. He removed the tazer from his belt and zapped her neck. "You will do what I say."

Unable to respond, Tanner throws Deanna on the floor and begins to beat the living hell out of her with his police baton. Deanna laid on the floor of her apartment curled in a ball. She prayed that this would all be over soon. He took her arm and twisted it like a wet wash rag. Deanna could hear a snap and knew right then that her arm was broke. When she cried out in pain, Tanner took his baton and hit her across the forward and nose. She felt a warming sensation on her face and could only imagine that it was her own blood. He snatched her hair again and made her look at him. She was so weak and could barely stay conscious. "Next time you WILL listen to me." Tanner slurred. Deanna tried her best to crawl away with one arm, trying to get to her cell phone, but Tanner had other plans. He hit her in the back of the head with his baton. As everything started to go dark, Deanna prayed that he would leave soon and that someone could come to her rescue.