A/N: Random little scene that popped into my head after watching an ep of HLOTS. Not mine.
"This is what she endured for you, Bobby. This is what she suffered for you." The pictures are being spread out, open, ugly in all their horrific glory. Pictures no one wants to see. "Cut apart. Stabbed. Tortured. You tortured her, and she never said a word. Not a peep." Crime scene photos spread out, open, ugly in all their horrific glory. "And the worst part? Well, you know that one, Bobby, don't you? The worst thing is, you raped her. You raped her and you raped her and you raped her until she bled, until she died." And then the last photo. The one that was different from all the rest. The one he keeps in his hand, holding with his fingers, dangling it. "This beautiful little girl. This beautiful, innocent little girl. How could you do it, Bobby? How could you take all of that away? This beautiful little girl." Whispering now. Soft, easing, luring. "She endured this pain, this suffering for you. You loved her, and yet... you killed her. What did she do to deserve that? Hmm?"
Staring ensues. Pictures. Arm. Leg. Torso. Blood.
Crime photos. Rape. Murder. Torture.
Death.
Slaps his hand down on the table. "What, Bobby? What?" Voice raised. Anger. "This girl," he waves the picture of her in a blue dress, "trusted you. She suffered for you. And you don't even have the balls to 'fess up. She died for you. For you. And you won't say you did it. She suffered. Suffered! And you kept going and going and going and she never spoke out against you. Never screamed, never yelled, just took it. She sat there and she took it. Well, you know what, Bobby? I'm not gonna take it! I'm not going to sit here and take it! You raped and killed her! You loved her and then you killed her." Fist meets table. "Killed her!"
Sobs. Gut wrenching sobs that wrack the hunched frame. "I... I... I killed her."
"Yeah, Bobby, you did." He slams the picture down. The little girl in a blue dress smiled up at the man. He walks out and lets the guilt sink in.