Mrs. Pam Fields' POV

24-Hours Earlier

I must be losing it, its 1:28 am and I'm here still awake in my living room, drinking a glass of scotch. I haven't had one of these since my college years.

My thoughts trailed, I haven't had a good night's sleep since Emily's attack, and my senses had been in overdrive since then. The fireplace crackled at the sound of burning wood, and from the corner of my left, I see a white envelope slip through my mail slot. Slower the usual from the alcohol, I managed to stumble only once as I get to the door. Hastily, I looked through the peep hole, and was confused from not seeing anybody outside; it is 1:30 am after all. My mind was slow from the passages of time, and I was trying desperately hard to sober up. Here I am, at 1:30 am, and mail just dropped by? I shrugged it off as I grabbed the envelope sitting on the floor.

I could feel that it was a CD or some sort inside, as I hobbled over towards the office. When I got inside, I sat down and inserted the blank disk inside the drive. The CD began to play when I noticed that blank screen turned into recognizable figures with barely any audible tone. Slowly the faces and the objects around the room became sharper, then, I couldn't help but gasp to what I realized who and what this video was about.


No POV

-Video-

"FUCKING BITCH!" Ben Coogan let out a low tone through his teeth. He continued taunting Emily Fields by slapping her face with his backhand.

"How do you like being kicked in the crotch, BITCH?!" The terrified girl could not answer as her mouth was stuffed with her underwear. In an instance, Ben Coogan lifted his right knee and jabbed the poor girl in the crotch with everything he had. A screaming whimper echoed through the house as Emily began to realize what she was in for.

He couldn't help but gaze at her breasts. He leaned in and began biting her areolas; blood trickling around the skin. The girl felt every wince and her body cringed in terror as she knew this was only the beginning. Slowly, he began kissing in between her breasts, making his way down her belly. He pulled the covers downward some more, exposing all of her with hunger filling his eyes.

Using his fingers, he began pinching her clit using his left hand, while the bleeding girl began squirming in the process. Then he shoved his middle finger of his right inside of her with no notice and began pumping the girl with her virtue. He placed another finger, then another, having the girl scream from the violation.

"Don't worry, it'll feel good in a second", with only an evil grin on his face.

Ben began pumping the girl's vagina in and out with all three fingers. He began to hear her moans and couldn't help himself become harder and harder. While his right hand was pumping her, his left was rubbing her clit, leaving Emily with nowhere to escape in her mind. Her back began to arch, and her moans and whimpers began to groan. In a minute, the poor girl had climaxed at her rapist's hands.

Ben took heed of his manhood and guided its way to her opening; as Emily felt his penis around her maiden, she began to whimper and shake her head no. But he was an animal now; he slowly shoved his penis inside of her, savoring every inch of the way. He rightfully knew that this pleading girl was asking for it, and that she wanted it, and it was he that was the one who will be giving it to her.

Her pleading went unheard, as he began pumping her in and out. And his hands, they were working towards pushing her inner thighs above her waist until his entire manhood went inside. Emily felt her hymen break, but Ben could care less. He cared only about his own utopia, and tonight as irony permits it, he was in heaven. Minutes had gone by, and Emily laid broken on her bed. She wasn't speaking or crying out anymore, only a few grunts from each push here and there. Ben can feel a strong pulling sensation in his penis, and without notice, he came ultimately inside of her. Blood and cum oozed out of her opening, as Ben had taken her virginity away.


Mrs. Fields POV

I was in utter shock; no words came out of my mouth as the video automatically rewinded itself from the beginning playing and playing over again. Once was enough, and I found myself leaving the room and calling Detective Wilden, who was in charge of my daughter's rape case. I could still hear the now audible sounds of the screen and I didn't have the courage to go back and turn the damn thing off.

I heard a raspy tone through the muffled speakers of the phone, "Wilden".

"Daniel, I need you to come to my house right now."

"Pam? Is that you? What's wrong? Is Emily okay? Are you okay?"

"N-no… there's a video and, and Emily's okay… but, but I need you to come in her now".

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