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Avril sat in the hospital with doctors and nurses walking around. People asked her if she wanted to talk about it. Avril didn't know what to do. She didn't think it would be that bad. It wasn't the other times. But maybe it was just that she thought about it more. She was forcing herself to think about it for some strange reason. She didn't even know.
Olivia walked in. "Hey, how do you feel?"
"So, so," Avril answered with a sigh. "Do they know who it was yet?"
"No, we got some DNA though. We'll see if we can match it with something in our records. Um… Katie said you were a prostitute. Is that true?"
Avril stared at Olivia. She shook her head angrily, then she stopped. "Okay, yes, it's true. But I had to get money. I don't want to talk about it," she said when she saw that Olivia was about to push for why. "It's personal and I just don't want to talk about it."
"Avril, that's against the law. Do you know the man that raped you? Did you have sex with him before? Answer the question."
The teenager glared at her. "Why does it matter?"
"It matters because that could really help us in this investigation. Please, answer the question."
"Yeah, I know him. He's fucked me before. He's fucked me countless times, but half the time, he paid me to fuck me so I never said anything. I'm actually NOT a prostitute. He pays me to let him rape me. That's it."
Olivia sighed deeply. This case is getting worse and worse for me, she thought. I don't think this is exactly the best case I've ever had. "Why didn't he pay you this time?"
"I threatened to tell the cops last time. Then, to shut me up, he decided to kidnap me."
"Did he let you go or did you run away?"
"What do you think?" Avril asked angrily. She sighed and sat back. "I ran away. He said he went to get some kind of drug. I don't remember what it's called. But he said he would be back. The black guy was passed out in the couch."
"Do you know their names?"
"I told you one sounded African. I don't know the other one, but he was called Iceberg."
"Okay. You said he smoked a lot. What kind of cigarettes?"
"Marballo, I think. I don't know though."
Olivia smiled. "Okay, thank you. We'll get this guy in jail. Take care." She stood and walked out. For some reason, this girl got more sympathy than the other victims. She didn't know what to do or how to do it. She was lost. She had this certain desperate thing inside her. Olivia didn't even know what it was.
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