The training you receive at the Police Academy doesn't prepare you for anything that you might see when you're on duty. I learned this the hard way twenty years ago. My partner Armstrong Olivier and I were assigned to tell some neighbors to stop being noisy. The location of the noisy people was at a house at the end of the block of a street called FullMetal Court.
It took us fifteen minutes to arrive at the house. It was quiet and peaceful. On the outside everything look normal except for the front door being left open. We went inside Oliver searched the first floor for anyone or anything and I searched the second. Three rooms were empty. The door of the fourth room was cracked opened. Loud creaking sounds were coming from it. Quietly I tiptoed over the room.
What he saw through the cracked open door haunts him to this day. There were two men in the room. One of them was an ex cop named Zolf J Kimblee. Three years ago, he was removed from his position and arrested for being involved in multiple crimes. He escaped from jail two months ago. He wore a pure white button up shirt with a light gray vest and a lavender tie. Nothing covered his lower body. The other was Officer Miles' boyfriend who will be referred to as "S" instead of his real name.
His mouth was covered by duck tape. The only thing he wore was a white t-shirt. What happened to S is something that not many would believe would happen to a man. The former cop raped him.
"S" was lying on the bed, in a position that had him on his stomach, handcuffs chained his wrists to the bedpost, and his legs spread open by force. Kimblee was whispering in the victim's ear as he was thrusting his cock into his captive's ass.
Shock prevented Officer Miles from doing anything but stare at the door until his partner shook him gently. The loud creaking sound stopped. Kimblee finished. S passed out the moment he pulled his cock out of him.
Olivier took one look at the cracked open door before kicking it down. He followed her. They pointed their guns at him. She shouted, "POLICE. GET YOURSELF DRESSED KIMBLEE THEN PUT YOUR HANDS UP."
He obeyed her demand without any protest, smiling like he has something to be proud of. Once he was done redressing himself, his hands were up in the air. She handcuffed his hands behind his back. Officer Miles tended to S; taking off the duck tape, releasing him from the handcuffs, and redressing him.
As they left the room, they heard sirens and ten cars parking outside. Backup arrived. Office Mustang spoke to them after they came down the stairs. Kimblee was taken to one of the cars by Olivier's younger brother. Mustang called an ambulance. It arrived in twenty minutes. Chief Bradley allowed Officer Miles to go with S to the hospital.
The next day "S" told me what happened. He was kidnapped from the basement of the house (he was staying at) after he knocked him out. By the time he woke up he was stripped of his pants and boxers, mouth covered by duck tape, and hands chained to the bedpost in the bedroom of the house at the end of FullMetal Court.
"I'm sorry." He said as he tried to prevent himself from crying.
"It's not your fault." I said trying to assure him I hold nothing against him and that I will stay by his side. With the aid of many therapy sessions over time he was able to smile again, didn't flinch from the feeling of another person's touch. However the scars are still there, on the anniversary of the event he has nightmares. When Kimblee's name is mentioned or S sees a picture of him he has a shiver up his spine.