Another Case

Lil shivered and rubbed herself with her arms in that moment between the terrycloth and the surface tension on the tub, her nipples taught in the October air. The drafty bathroom was a relic of brighter imaginations. Crumbled with the weariness that comes with reality. It wasn't the rooms fault. Sometimes time refuses to stand still while reality dissolves into flowers, like it should. So the chips in the tile were reminders of anger and shock and burns and blisters and every anguish... and none of it was getting brighter with age.

Two words had weighed on her mind for so long that if they had fallen out of her head they would have cracked the discolored porcelain.

"Another rape."

They had actually said that to her. The police had fucking OUT LOUD, to the whole goddamn world, called it "another rape."

Lil put her foot into the scalding water... the burn was nice.  A razor would have been nicer. The voice in her head... the goddamn cassette tape.... the mp3.... no innovative technology had come up with a way to pump SOMETHING into the quiet moments in her life where all she could hear were those two words.

"Another rape."

She stooped down so that the scorching water kissed the meat of her ass. It was a nice burn. It didn't clean any of the wounds. The alcohol hadn't cleaned them. The cocaine hadn't numbed them. Time hadn't changed the feeling. The sound echoed. The neighbors had stopped asking what was wrong... that was a plus.

It wasn't her screaming.... that wasn't what woke her at night. It was something else. wait... why am I awake. They have pills for that. The blood and soot was starting to rinse off, softened by the heat.

Slide deeper into the tub. Drift. Drift. The warm water and the pills are loosening her muscles. The voices in her head are screaming something about 911. The cops burst through the door as her head begins to slide under the water. La la is fading into the landscape and it all gets...

Interrupted by a hand, pulling her out of the water by her hair. The shock is worse than anything... the light had been so close this time and this giant monstrosity wrapped in black with bug eyes had the audacity to pull her the fuck away from all that warm gooey...

Sputtering, hardly capable of rage at the S.W.A.T. team leader holding her by the scalp, La La wondered who had survived. All the faces were fuzzy and the baton coming at her face was probably not going to improve the situation. A bright flash and the lights went all together wobbly... she felt, more than saw the second blow. There was no fighting to be done. Six of them. Batons.

No one was angry. Everyone involved was beyond angry. The station was burning. Cops were dead. This was going to be an obscenity of law.

Her arms and legs were shackled before any of them shoved anything into her holes. They broke her jaw, before they used her mouth. Her jaw didn't have the strength to bite their filthy cop dicks off. She wanted to pass out... she thought she had, but somehow it kept happening.

They cut her... laughing as they used her blood to lube their batons. They fucked her... harder than the rapist who had started this mess. The laughter of the cops... it wouldn't stop, even now. Then they did it again with their cocks. The sick fucks fulled her ass and tazed her so they could feel her twitch. Her vagina had been stretched beyond reason, forced to hold a tactical boot after they had tired of the batons... the same boot had stretched her cheeks. There was blood everywhere. There were bruises everywhere... there was mercy nowhere.

When they were satisfied, they dumped her in the tub and closed the door. The house burned around the floating corpse...

Bolting up out of the cooling water into the scorching cold air of the bathroom Lil screamed... it wasn't her scream. It was just another rape.