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The prosecutor wasn't done with trashing the wealthy male, his next pic one that caught several people's attention, those of the two raven haired teens in the front row sitting up straight as the image on the screen was of a map with a lone island on the waters. "I would like to call Jeremy Mason back up to the witness chair to explain this map for me." The blond was still glowering as he took the stand, his blue eyes never even locking on the image as they bore into the amethyst gaze that was looking at the island in confusion. "Mr. Manson, an answer for what this is." The blond didn't even move though he did answer.
"I have no idea what that is," he said, his voice cold. "It looks like a map with an island on it." Another flick of the screen revealed the actual island as it was viewed from a distance, but even in that distance you could see that there were several people on it, a house behind them as they looked towards the camera capturing them.
"This isn't the island you purchased with the sole plan of keeping your minor child, once she was a legal adult, captive for several years while she produced several heirs for you?" Jeremy looked at him now, his eyes shuttered as he shook his head.
"I don't know what you are speaking of," was his response. "I may be wealthy enough to purchase such a place, but why would I do that for that purpose? I had left the state to grieve my dear wife's death." Several people shook their head at his words, the news already out about his wife's unfortunate death and even her involvement in the treatment of her only child as well as the deaths that were done on the property.
"We are not talking about how you killed your wife, that will be brought up in a short while," the male stated. Another click of his button revealed the inner workings of the house, several photos flickering for everyone to see. The house was huge! It had several rooms such as a kitchen and even a living room for hosting guests, though it was obvious that it would host no fancy parties unless it was people from the darkness that knew what he was doing. His friends, if he had any, and family would never step foot in this house... Then a room was shown, the obvious use for it being the room that the Goth would have been kept in with chains that hung from the wall above the bed, the door a gate with another door to keep her hidden should someone come to the house or maybe for her children when they got older. There was no telling, but the Goth in question was now wide eyed as she saw the place he had intended to keep her, the real prison manufactured for her and his sick plans for her.
Danny was growling next to her, his chill moving across the bench even as she shook next to him. He tried to tone it down, the knowledge that he could scare her in the same way as he had when he had frozen his bed, but it was hard to when you could see what the one you truly cared about was fated to endure. "Danny," she whispered, her fingers moving over his own as she grasped his chilly hand. "I-It's okay. He didn't get his wish and that's because of you." He turned to look at her and while there was fear in her eyes there was also gratefulness. She was afraid for what could have been, but it wasn't and she was looking to him for that understanding. Understanding that he had stopped it and that she was safe. Understanding that Jeremy was going away and that he would never ever be able to do what he had wanted. Smiling he allowed himself to bask in her strength. This woman at his side had dealt with it for so long, had endured all that life had thrown at her and yet she was still willing to allow him to hold her hand, to touch her without flinching when his mother had told him how some women came out from such a trial. She was young and yet with that youth had come understand that the torment didn't have to continue and that with people like him and his family she was safe. They turned back to look at Jeremy as he continue to try and play dumb even as the clips from the house were gone and now there were pictures of the family home where Pamela lay in the bed where the pair of them had slept, her body just a bloody mess.
Blood dripped down the yellow walls, the white carpet littered with bloody footsteps that were half there when the culprit had stepped into the puddles that formed from the flowery bedspread. Sam was forced to look away, Danny pulling her into his chest as she let out a gasp of shock at what she had seen. Sure, her mother hadn't been the best parent, her acts heinous but that was nothing compared to what her husband had done. More clips were shown of how officers had come upon the scene, their reactions so violent as some had to leave the room while others turned from the scene to even one of them, the one recording, rushing off to vomit outside in the front lawn. It was so gruesome, the red headed woman not only killed but dismembered to the point that she had no form, her head bashed in, the blood and brain matter still falling down the headboard just inches from her prone form. It was a murder of passion and rage. He had been angry at her, upset that Sam had managed to escape him even for those few days.
"This is just one of many murders, the last one on record, but just one of many as several of your former employees were found buried in the backyard in mass graves." Another several pictures were shown. "It even appears, with DNA evidence and after several of those bodies were autopsied that your wife knew of this and aided in taking care of them herself." He showed an image of when the red head had been at the police station, her face bruised as well as her exposed arms. "I would think it was because of the violent man that you are that she was afraid that you would do her harm should she talk back. Hell, I wonder if she knew that you weren't above killing her should she outlive her usefulness."
"She killed those people," was all he said, his eyes back onto his victim and the male at her side. He was still ticked off at what they had been doing before, the pair of them cuddling before him... her expression of pleasure still burning at him and even thought they weren't really doing that kind of cuddling now the male was still ticked off that she was so close to the other male and that the halfa didn't seem to care that Sam had been his first. She was only his and no one would have her, but that was being proven to be wrong. The raven haired male wasn't looking at her with disgust, no, he was looking at her with such adoration and love. That was making the blond even more angry.
"No, you killed those people whether it was in rage or just because they crossed your path, we will never know, but we know one thing, Mr. Manson," the prosecutor stated with certainty. "The evidence points to you being the killer and that you were the one that was behind the purchase of the house on the island." Heading over to the table where his briefcase lay the male produced a piece of paper. "These are the documents from the sale of the island from one, Chernobog, otherwise known as the mastermind behind the largest human trafficking ring." The paper was handed off to the judge, the male behind the podium taking a hard look at the documents in his hand before another was thrust under his nose with Jeremy's signature on it to show that it was a match. It was handed back and show to the jury, the blond being locked into his coffin with each nail hammering into it, the sound resonating with Sam and Danny as they watched the male in question squirm slightly. His cold demeanor was looking rather pale as his eyes darkened with the knowledge that there was no way out of this. There was too much against him and then the blond suddenly stood, his eyes narrowed.
"So I killed those fucking servants! They were nothing! Just peons that were paid to do my whims, no matter what that was! As for my wife, she was just there to provide me with funds for my plans! She was nothing but a mistake with her plain coloring and as for her!" he screamed, his finger pointing to the raven haired teen now looking at him from the safety of Danny's arms, her eyes wide at his bellowing, "She was mine to do with, given to me by my wife when she went out and got pregnant!" He jumped over the stand, his shoes hitting the ground with a resounding sound as screams of fear and outrage filled the room. "I may not have brought her into the world but I sure as fuck can take her out of it!" He turned and punched a bailiff before taking the gun out of his holster, the other bailiff at a loss as he was shot, his blood filling the air as several people rushed to leave the horror that was taking place in the large courtroom, more officers filing in from the side door to assist in taking down the enraged male. The judge moved back, his own eyes wide at what was happening before him, though he did slam his hand on a hidden button to alert the authorities of the scene playing out before him. He shot them before turning toward Danny and Sam. "You won't even get to have her!" A blast filled the air, the sound of Sam's whimpers just barely audible...