A/N: the parts in italic are the things on the video tapes. Note: this chapter gets very graphic. If child rape upsets you in any way, ok that was a stupid remark, if you have been the victim of molestation, or know someone, or just disturbed at the idea, then I would suggest skipping over the italic parts, except my note at the bottom, that's safe. I don't want to hurt anyone, or insult them with my lack of knowledge of how a person feels when attacked.
Chapter 7:
Elliot walked back into the squad room with new hopes. Though he was still a bit tense after his encounter with Margo, he still had a job to do. He stepped into the squad room with many faces staring at him in disbelief. Casey walked up to him, her arms folded, in her serious lawyer stance as always. "What did Margo say?" She asked calmly. Elliot couldn't help but grin.
"She told me she was abused." He said simply. He could see Olivia's jaw drop in the corner of his eye.
"She said directly "My mother abused me"?" Damn technicalities.
"Not directly no, but she told me she's given up, that we can't put her away."
"Is that enough?" Olivia asked. Elliot could hear the hope in her voice.
"Enough to get a warrant." Casey turned to walk away. Elliot almost did a victory dance, instead he decided on a simple scowl.
Elliot pounded hard on his neighbor's door. Olivia stood next to him, holding their warrant. They waited a few moments before Elliot pounded again. "Mrs. Palenti its Detective Stabler!" he yelled through the door. At those words he heard Isabella shuffling around inside. In another moment the door flew open and the petite Italian woman burst through in her usual cheery way.
"Mr. Stapler! It's great to see you again! And so soon! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Olivia handed her the search warrant.
"This is a warrant to search the house." Isabella looked down at the blue paper in her hand in shock.
"Warrant? For what?"
"Evidence in a rape case," Olivia answered. I'll recheck Margo's room." She said before walking away. Elliot walked into Isabella's room. It was very beautiful. The walls were a gold color and the lighting fixtures looked old Mediterranean. Elliot started with her dresser doors. The top which was Isabella's panty drawer. He put a pair of rubber gloves on before going through.
"What are you doing! That's private! I order you to leave or I will call a lawyer!" Elliot ignored her because he found something of interest. A video tape, no label, sitting in the back of the drawer.
"Mrs. Palenti do you usually keep video tapes in your underwear drawer?" Mrs. Palenti's red face turned several shades darker.
"That is none of your business! Where I keep my tapes is my concern, now I want you out!" Elliot closed the top drawer and checked the rest. In each drawer, he found another video tape. He checked her closet, mostly just clothes and shoes. He took the time to shake all the shoe boxes to make sure they were actually shoes. Finally, all the way at the bottom he heard a very strange sound. He peeled off the lid to reveal another blank video tape. This woman, didn't only rape her daughter she filmed it. He piled all the video tapes together, he'd found eleven throughout the room, into a cardboard box he had brought with him. He took the box to check on Olivia, she had made it to the third bedroom, her own box filled with video tapes.
"You too huh?" she looked grabbing another tape and several magazines. Her face looked grim.
"Elliot, I think we were wrong." She said, tossing over one of the magazines before putting the rest in her box. Elliot scanned the cover and knew right away what it was. Kiddie porn. Young girls ranging from the age of five to sixteen. He looked back at Olivia with the same look she gave him. "This is Mary Ellen's room."
"What do you think is on these tapes? Olivia shrugged, grabbing one of the tapes from her box. She put it in the tape player, which was connected to the television. The tv instantly turned on and the tape started playing. Elliot circled around the bed and stopped at the night stand. Sitting in broad daylight was a small bottle of KY touch massage. The stuff that doubles as a lubricant. He picked it up with his thumb and index finger, and threw it in the box. The show started.
It was a young girl, smiling broadly. She was very attractive, with dark olive skin, curly black hair and deep brown eyes. She resembled an old Roman goddess. He stood next to his partner, awaiting the worst. And that's exactly what he got.
"Hello my darling audience," The girl said. She smiled brightly, revealing a small gap between her two front teeth. "Mary Ellen here. Age thirteen. Horrible news," she talked a bit ditzy like the stereotypical cheerleader. "My best friend, Robin tells me she lost her virginity. Before me! Can you believe her?"
"So I have decided its time for me to lose my virginity. I'm starting to get bored with this arrangement anyways. Its time to spice things up. So, mama, is out tonight and its just me and Margo. So you know what that means?" She wriggled her eyebrows to the camera. Then she turned the camera around, so she was behind it. She walked out of her room, and took two steps to reach her little sister's bedroom door. She opened it quietly and tiptoed to the bed. Margo was asleep. The little girl resembled a little angel as she lay there peacefully.
"Margo," Mary Ellen whispered. "Age nine, tomorrow actually. So tonight I'm going to give us both a great birthday present." She set the camera down the nightstand, and crawled into bed on top of her sister. Margo didn't seem to notice. Mary Ellen instantly became agitated and slapped her sister across the face. Hard. Margo awoke howling in pain. Mary Ellen covered her mouth with her hand.
"Quiet you brat!" Margo started shaking her head wildly, mumbling something incoherent under her sister's hand. "What?" she finally let go.
"Not tonight!" Margo yelled. "I don't want to!"
"You say that every night. But tonight is different. You know tomorrow's your birthday." Fear grew in the little girl's eyes.
"No!" she whined, trying to crawl off the bed. Mary Ellen just pinned her arms down.
"Yes. And you know what that means. You get an extra special night. But tonight, you can do me a favor too." Margo shook her head violently.
"No! Please Mary, don't make me!" She started to cry. "Please!" Mary Ellen pretended to ponder for a minute.
"Hmm, no." she started to laugh. Still smiling, she pulled her sister pajama pants off, soon followed by her underwear. "I heard this hurts if you don't get it wet." She said calmly, then forced her index and middle fingers inside her sister. Margo screamed loudly, so Mary Ellen pulled one of her pillows out from under her and covered her face. "Quiet! You know there's a cop next door! God, you can be so stupid!" She moved her hand back and forced, hard and faced. The pillow was absorbing Margo's tears. It hurt so much, but Mary Ellen just wouldn't stop. And to add insult to injury, she had a pillow pressed against her face and she could barely breathe. She counted the seconds. Mary Ellen finally stopped at second 43. She pulled the pillow off the little girl's face.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" she said with a smile. Margo shook her head vigorously, afraid of what would happen if she said yes. "See, now, my turn." She got on her back and pulled off her pants. Margo huddled in the corner clutching her pillow, as she did not own any stuffed animals. Mary Ellen waited patiently for her to start, when she didn't, she looked up to see the girl still crying. This angered her. She grabbed her video camera and hit Margo hard in the head. The girl fell off the bed with a loud thud.
"Bitch! Get over here!" Margo started sobbing, but she knew she wasn't going to get out of this. She just knew that soon it would be over with, Mary Ellen would leave, she'd pull her clothes back on. Then she'd crawl out her window and sit in her neighbors yard, under their soccer net until the sun came up. Then she'd run to catch her bus and go to school. The only place she was ever really safe.
Margo let go of the pillow with one hand, and reached over to repeat what her sister just did to her. But Mary Ellen grabbed her hand. "You know what Robin told me?" Margo shook her head. "That it feels even better when a guy gives you oral sex. You know what that is? Its when you put your mouth on me," she paused for dramatic effect. "Down there." Margo's eyes grew wide and she tried to run, but Mary Ellen grabbed her and forced her head between her legs. She pushed her head in as far as she could but Margo kept her mouth shut tight. Mary Ellen grew even angrier and pinched Margo's neck. Margo yelped.
"Ow that hurts!"
"So do what I told you or I'll get the knife I swear to god bitch!" Margo started sobbing again, but felt she had no choice. She opened her mouth and did exactly what her sister told her. It tasted disgusting to the nine year old but she kept it up. Mary Ellen's moans got louder the longer they went. Again, Margo counted the seconds. Finally after 68 seconds Mary Ellen started screaming.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" and Margo felt something splash in her face. She jerked back, and again fell off the bed, feeling something sting on her head. She noticed that when she went down, Mary Ellen kept a bit of her hair as a souvenir.
"You peed on me!" she yelled absently rubbing her head wound.
"No you loser, that's what supposed to happen." Margo wiped her face. Mary Ellen pulled her pants on, grabbed her camera and walked out, kissing her sister on the head and she left.
Elliot knew he was crying, thankful that that torture was over. Mary Ellen turned the camera back on herself again. She had a big grin on her face, he couldn't understand this. She actually enjoyed what she had just done. "Well, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. But I got to go take a shower. Until next time, this is Mary! Signing out!" the screen went back to static.
He turned to his partner to see that she was crying too. Quickly she wiped the tears away and he did the same. Liv ejected the tape and threw it in the box. "what are you doing?" someone called from the doorway. The two detectives turned to see who it was. Sure enough, it was the same girl from the tape, only a few years older, and her hair was different, lighter and straightened. But Elliot knew it was the girl. He pulled out his handcuffs. Without hesitation he grabbed the girl and yanked her into the room.
"Hey that hurt! What are you doing?"
"Mary Ellen Palenti, you are under arrest for rape, incest and possession of child pornography."
"You're joking, I'm innocent." She tried turning to face him, her eyes filling with tears. "I didn't want to! My mother forced me." A single tear fell down her cheek. Elliot's not sure if he would have believed her had he not seen the tape, but since he did.
"That could've worked, but I saw the tape. You have the right to remain silent." He tugged her arms up, he knew that the position she was in, that would hurt like hell, but frankly, he wished he could do more.
Chapter 7, I told you it was graphic,I mean this upset me to just write!Unfortunately its not the worst. Next chapter has another video peak and gets to a trial. I hope I didn't upset anyone. Really, but if this bothered you, I'd suggest skipping over the next video shot. Take care!
Bob