A/N: The beginning of Stephanie´s story. And do not jump to conclusions. Thank You for the many hits and reviews, alerts and favoring. Could we, by any chance, make the 200 review mark today?
WARNING!
I will briefly touch the subject of child molestation at the end of the chapter! NOT Graphic! But if even the mentioning might trigger unpleasant memories and flashbacks STOP reading after the sentence:
I was already in Quantico when they captured the unsub.
You will not miss anything vital by skipping!
Further should I mention that the subjects of murder, torture and rape are also touched.
NOT TOO Graphic!
If you are a survivor of rape and torture and momentarily in an emotionally unstable condition, SKIP this chapter altogether. Send me a PM and I will give you a synopsis of this chapter.
I am speaking from experience and have you best interests at heart.
I myself am a survivor of child molestation and rape and torture. After TEN years of therapy, which is still continuing, I can freely write and talk and read about those subjects.
But it´s not the case for others, so HEED my advice!
I want you to enjoy Betrayal and not provoke a traumatic episode!
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WARNING END
Betrayal
Chapter 15
A Spy´s Tale
or
The Life of Stephanie Plum
Act One
And so it began
I was born as Stephanie Michelle Plum on October 12, 1978 in Chambersburg, Trenton. I grew up like every other girl with lessons in etiquette, home ec, ballet, ballroom dancing, piano and singing classes and all the other bullshit a proper future Burg housewife should know. It didn´t went that well. Oh, I did learn it, but only until I found a way out, like setting the pot roast on fire, stepping on the feet of my dance partners or causing general ruckus. Eventually my mother gave up on me and left me to my own devices. I was always the girl wanted to be Wonder Woman or at least Nancy Drew, jumping from a roof trying to fly. You know all the stories.
I was a freshman at Douglass when a series of ambushes on young women started. At first they were only robbed. The police asked around and patrolled more but they were pretty much clueless. After a few weeks the first woman was raped and then another and another.
The police thought there were two culprits because the ambushes never stopped and none of the raped women were robbed. They haven´t found DNA on the victims or any other remarkable traces. They investigated some more but nothing really progressed. Only telling us not to go out after dark alone. And although my spidey sense tingled and I was intrigued by this "puzzle" I was also afraid. Then the first victim died. The man who raped her was so brutal that he ruptured her uterus, she bleed to death. Her name was Leah Thompson and she was my roommate and friend.
After her death I was no longer afraid, I was furious. Furious how such a lovely and friendly person could be killed in such a barbaric way and no one did anything. I started to nose around. I found out from the first victims that the detective in charge of the rapes practically blamed the victims. He was a first-rate chauvinist claiming that women belong in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant and not in colleges and if this women dared to go out and dress like sluts, well it´s their own fault.
I don´t have to tell you it made me even more furious and I redoubled my efforts. I was soon sure that the robber and the rapist had to be same one. I found out that all of the women resembled each other in two points. They all had long straight hair and brown eyes, but only the ones whose hair was black were raped. Furthermore all victims described the attacker of medium height and of small build, in all cases he wore black leather clothes and a ski mask and leather gloves and he never spoke. The M.O. too was the same in both cases. The attacker came up from behind threaten them with a knife, pulled them in a dark corner and either grabbed their purses and then stunned them with a stun gun or stunned them first and raped them. The first of the rape victims was willing to talk to me. She woke during the rape and before he could stun her again she noticed two things: the attacker talked to himself in a foreign language during the rape and while she didn´t understood him he had an unusually high voice for a man and he kneeled beside her using the knife handle to rape her.
The day after I talked to her and one and a half weeks after Leah´s death, another woman was found dead and this time she was stabbed multiple times. I came to the conclusion that the unsub was either impotent or a woman and he or she was escalating fast. I made a geographic profile and a profile on the unsub. I even went so far and had my hair straightened and dyed black and wore brown contact lenses. I got a gun, a stun gun and pepper spray and walked across the campus at night trying unsuccessfully to lure him or her out.
Finally the PD admitted that they have a problem and called the FBI in. A team of the Behavioral Analysis Unit took over and when the Agents Read and Williams came to question me about Leah I told them of my investigation and show them my work.
Of course they weren´t very happy with me at first but at my insistence Agent Read humored me. And he was impressed.
That was the beginning. Read and Williams grilled me for hours.
What I did.
How I did it.
What questions I asked.
Why I asked them.
To what conclusions I came.
How I came to it.
Why I came to that conclusion and not some other.
And a thousand other things.
They had Brown, Carver, Gear and Stone; the other members of the team, made the profile of the unsub and compared the both and they matched in most points. That impressed them even more. The investigation went on without me, because Read talked the FBI Director and he offered me a job.
I was already in Quantico when they captured the unsub.
I was right that it was a woman fellow student whose mother died shortly after the Fall Semester began. Apparently the mother sexual abused her daughter since her birth and despite all that she loved her mother dearly. Her death left her desperate financially and emotionally. She robbed the women to pay her bills but then one of her victims had black, long hair like her mother and she flipped trying to compensate her feelings of loss by doing the same things with her victims that her mother did to her. But soon it wasn´t enough anymore and she became more vicious unintentionally killing Leah and so it went on until she was stopped.
A/N: Most times when we hear about child molestation the aggressor is male and it´s true that most sexual assaults are done by men. ( In my case it was a man) But women can be just as vicious albeit in a more subtle way. Where man often satisfy their need for dominance, power and sexual prowess in that way of abuse/sexual abuse, women compensate feelings of worthlessness and being unloved that way.
Women mostly aren´t as aggressive as men; but using a combination of guild, expectations, care and withdrawal of love to satisfy their needs.
There are myriads of other ways and reasons for man and women to become an abuser but the result is all the same. They are chaining their children with their screwed idea of love to them. Ending a life before it was even lived. And I don´t mean by physical death. Oftentimes these women and men came from a long history of abuse themselves, but that no excuse.
So do me favour, please. Should you know/find out/suspect about a case of abuse especially child abuse DO NOT TURN THE OTHER WAY because it´s easier. We are all the children have. You might save a LIFE.
THANK YOU
BEA