Chapter 2

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A/N For those who are unaware of this fact, this story was inspired by the fact that Diane Neal, who plays Casey Novak, played a female rapist with a fetish for asphyxiating herself in the episode "Ridicule" (episode 3.11). The talk about people betting on Olivia and Elliot getting together in the previous section is meant as a satire of all of the fanfic where Elliot and Olivia fall in love

"Oh, joy."

Amelia Chase was receiving one-on-one psychiatric counseling. She was beginning to feel as if she were some lab organism, being poked and prodded for research. Psychiatrists were lining up around the block to interview her and write papers on her.

No one had really known where to put her for therapy while in jail. There were several programs out for sex offenders, but almost all of them were designed for, and entirely populated by, males. The few female sex offenders in such programs were either some form of pedophile or ephebophile (A/N ephebophile - one who, as an adult, is attracted to adolescents), or for more innocuous offenses such as exhibitionism. She was the only woman currently in a New York prison for non-statutory rape. Not that she was the only female rapist; Pamela Adler was doing time too, but she had dodged a conviction on that charge and was only serving on the murder charge.

Amelia had tried group therapy with other women, but had been thrown out because she tended to frighten them.

"Good day, Ms. Chase. How are you feeling today?"

She had also been put in one of the groups that was otherwise male. It turned out badly when the men objected to her being there and she had politely suggested that they tie up one of them and leave him alone in the room with her.

"Not good. No better than can be expected."

"So I heard that you found out that you have a sister."

"Yes. I'm seeing her today. She's my twin, apparently."

"Identical or fraternal?"

"Monozygotic."

"Hmmm?"

Amelia sighed. "Identical. Monozygotic means we came from the same zygote." She was certain that the psychiatrist knew what "monozygotic" meant. He was a doctor. But he was playing with her, or not paying attention to her, or something.

"Really? What does she do?"

"She prosecutes... people like me, actually. Her predecessor was the one who made all this-" she flourished with her left hand, "-possible."

"Ah, yes, ADA Casey Novak."

"Okay, let's stop playing games. What is it we have to discuss today?"

"What do you feel about your sister? She's... very similar to you, so how do you feel about her turning out so differently?"

"Well, I wonder if she had a foster father who raped her repeatedly. And who liked to strangle her. Messed up her entire view of sex, and for that matter, skewed her idea of men permanently."

"Well, admitting you have a problem..."

"...Means nothing. I know who I am, and why I am who I am. I don't need you to tell me, and believe me, self-awareness does not somehow fill me with a desire to be normal. I suppose you think that I am like that teen girl I heard about, the one who molested her sister. I think that everyone is like me, and refuse to get it into my head that there are un-cynical, un-jaded people out there. Well, I don't delude myself that way. I'm certain that there are a lot of wonderful, lovely people out there who do good without ulterior motives. I just happen to think that they are idiots. And women are especially idiots. We menstruate, we give birth, we have all of these extra issues men never have to deal with, and yet we're still supposed to put up with them and their crap. To top it off, they rape us, oppress us, essentially run the world, and expect us to love them for it.

"Perhaps they don't understand and think that they are nice guys and on some level they are. But they still aren't us, they don't understand us, and they don't suffer the way we do. Worse, they keep us down and use their privilege, whether they understand it or not, to make certain that we stay in our place. People talk about how rape empowers men and is a tool of male oppression, and I happen to agree with them. It's a collective act of oppression against my entire gender. So why can't I fight back in kind? Hell, it's not my fault that I have a high sex drive and a disgust for the only people whom I can exercise it on. What's a very heterosexual misandrist like myself going to do? Give a man the satisfaction of knowing I need him? Why, when I can simply take what I want and do to him what they've all been doing to us for so long?

"I suppose I should wish I were like my sister, growing up in a nice home,"

"Oh, so you've talked to her?"

"No, but I can assume. A person who is a goody-goody prosecutor almost certainly was brought up in a good home."

"Isn't that..."

"Well, assume she was. I don't wish I was her. Why should I? It just means she's stupider. I at least know that the world is out to get me and my sex."

"Must make you a lot less happy to see things that way."

"At least it gives me some power over my surroundings. I can know the truth when everyone else lies."

"So your philosophy is?"

"My philosophy is that women have to look out for their own interests and beat back the privileged male whenever they can. Sex is a weapon. Woman should have sex when they feel like it, not when the men feel like it."

"Many people agree with the idea that the woman should determine whether or not she wants to have sex with someone."

"No, no, they don't. They think that women should be allowed to determine that she doesn't want sex. I think it should be the woman's choice that she does."

"Isn't that the way it is?"

"Not if the man doesn't agree that he wants it, too."

"Ah, so you believe that men-"

"Have a duty to leave us alone when we want and to put out when we want."

"Why are you telling me this? Surely it won't help you to get out if you essentially announce that you don't have a problem with what you did... and, it seems to me, would have no qualms about doing it again."

"My sentence doesn't run out any time soon. I have plenty of time to reform my philosophy for the release hearing." Amelia tapped the table. "In the meantime, I'm in prison, I'm no going anywhere for a loooooonnnnng time. I might as well tell it as it is."

And so on, for the entire hour. Once again, Dr. Laszlo had to write down that the therapy did not seem to be making any progress of any sort.

A/N Next, the meeting between Casey and Amelia!