A/N: none of the characters are mine.

It was a cold morning, the enviorment inside the house was very chilly. Caermelita woke up from the brisk air. Shivering, she sat up and looked aside of her, it was Sly. He was still sleeping soundly next to her. The vixen giggled and got up trying to get use of the cold air around her. She opened thier bedroom door gently not wanting to wake up Sly as he is sleeping. Carmelita walked into the upstairs hallway and went down the steps to go downstairs in the livingroom. It was empty, no one downstairs in the livingroom or kitchen at all. Carmelita walked to the fridge and opened it but heard farmilier voices from downstairs in the basement. She listened in for a few moments hearing conversations of Entities, and rapist in the same sentance. Opening the door slowy so it won't make any creaking noises, Carmelita tip toed down the steps and peeked around the corner. She saw Bentley talking to Penelope. Screens behind them showed a picture of her lying on the bed appears to be in discomfort. Carmelita bit her lip and listened in to their conversation.

"What do you think it is, Bentley?" Penelope asked, her hands holding her small hips. "There are many things this could be, but there has to be one."

Bentley nodded, rubbing his chin, "Of course, of course. There has to be one thing that is doing this to her. I suspect it to be a physical demon, but of course there are many, many, many demons that are just like that. I was able to narrow it down to fifty kinds of demons. Trying to figure out what demon is differ from the other is hard, espically in these kinds of cases. Rape and abuse. We have evidence of rape, so does to government at the police station, but no evidence of abuse. We have the documented scars and burises we photographed a week ago but what if she is doing that to herself?"

Penelope gasped, "Bentley, you suspect that Carmelita is doing the abuse herself? I mean, if we have evidence of the rape then I'm sure the scars and wounds are real too. They're too deep for her to cut herself there. Besides the patterns of the deceaded skratches don't look like they came from her own finger nails."

"That is a good theroy Penelope, but we have to get evidence before we could aynthing else. Which is why I installed spy cameras throughout the house a few days ago."

Penelope sighed and looked at the snapshot of Carmelita and the outlined figure on the large screen, thinking what is the beast that is on her. "Well I just think we need to run some mind test readings, to make sure she is metally stable."

Bentley looked over his shoulder as he digged through the file he created just for this case, "I feel uncomfortable doing that here, Penelope. She can go visit the hopsital for tests like that."

"But Bentley we have the equipment to do so. Why can't we? It will be interesting it know-" Penelope started but was cut off by her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, and even though a mind test reading is required for stuff like this, but like I said I feel uncomfortable with performing a test that is suppose to be done by perfessionals. I have an I.Q. of one hundred and eighty, and I am an expert at paranormality and science all together. But I only know nearly half the stuff doctors do about testing on brain and what people think. I neevr studied those kind of topics, I only know the basics," Bentley explained and finally turned around to face her, "I have to tell Sly that we caught it rape Carmelita."

Carmelita gasped and jumped down the remaining steps. She never wanted Sly to know what had happened to her last night. She shook her head violently and waved one finger at them. Her heart racing. "No! You will not tell Sly what happened last night!" Noticing that she was loud, her voice became soft, she didn't want anyone waking up because of her. "I don't want Sly finding out that I have been raped here. He finally stopped worrying about me, I hate to feel a burden on people," Carmelita finished.

Bentley and Penelope both looked at eachother for a split second in confuse. Penelope was the first to look back at her and shook her head. "Carmelita, you are being little over dramatic, Sly has to know. He needs to know if you are safe from harm."

Carmelita shook her head frantically, "No he doesn't. Please, don't tell or show him? It will ruin me. Sly and I are finally happy," they both can hear the desperation in her voice.

Penelope sighed, she wish she can knock some sense into Carmelita, but she is too hard headed. "Okay Carmelita. We will respect your wishes. We will only show Sly if he asks about it."

"Can you also take the cameras out each room?" Carmelita asked, "It's an invasion of privacy. I really think it's not nessacary."

Bentley thought for a moment, he knows that she is trying to pervent him and Penelope from knowing the attacks and where they take place. But she was right about the invasion of privacy part. What if someone is changing in that room and he spies? He didn't even ask for their permission to put up the cameras he just did it. He finally nodded in agreement to take the cameras down. "Okay Carmelita, but we will keep all the evidence we have as of now."

Carmelita nodded, knowing it was a deal. "Okay Bentley," she said as she turned and began to walk up the stairs and went in the kitchen and closed the door behind her.

Bentley looked at Penelope, seriousness in his eyes, "Penelope, look up spectral rapist would you?"

Bentley is on to something!