“Names and addresses of your friends you sent the pictures to.”
He immediately starts to call out names. Turns out, the pictures have been sent to five people in total. Bruce takes down the information.
“Now, tell me why you did it.”
He turns away from me. I forcefully grab his chin and turn him back to me. He fights to get out of my grip. I tighten my hold.
“Tell me why,” I sternly repeat and release him.
“She dumped me, and my father lost his business deals with her family.” His face shows evidence of the anger he feels towards her.
“You mistreated her.”
He rolls his eyes.
“She is too high and mighty. Can’t even cook well, and probably can’t have children.”
“Why then are you upset she broke up with you?” I sneer, he should be happy but something lingers.
“Because I was doing her a favor by dating her. She should be thankful, no one wants her.”
I laugh at his arrogance.
“I fucking want her, and adore her. I wouldn’t change anything about her. It’s clear to me that you are jealous of her.” I lean closer to him. “Did you rape her?” He looks away.
I grab his neck. “I won’t ask you again.”
“No!”
I’m not sure I believe him. Something else happened.
“Why didn’t you? I know you wanted to humiliate her, so why didn’t you?” I point the taser at him.
He starts to shake before I pull the trigger.
“It wouldn’t be rape, I’ve fucked her several times before,” he shouts.
His words recharge my anger, and I point the taser at his dick and pulled the trigger again. He yells from the pain and looks close to passing out from the shock of the taser. But I don’t give a fuck. I’m more than happy to wake him up and rinse and repeat. Bruce pulls me back from him.
“We need information from him,” he says.
Asshole is crying and has peed on himself. He is well shaken now.
“Start talking, and before you do, if you had intercourse with her without a sober consent from her, it is rape. So, what happened?” I shout in his distress and fear dripping face.
He pants, tears running down his face. It still isn’t enough for what he put Anu through. I have seen first-hand her mild crisis. What her friends described was ten times worse, and this motherfucker should be glad I didn’t see it, but I can feel the gravity of her pain.
“I drugged her and took her to her room. While undressing, she started talking.”
“What did she say?” He shakes his head, and I point the taser. He shakes in the chair. Bruce lowers my hand and he starts to talk.
“She said ‘Daniel, I love you, you can fuck me from Chicago to Timbuktu, but I need to sleep.’
‘Daniel, I don’t feel good.’
‘Daniel, I will suck your dick and swallow, just let me sleep.’
‘Daniel, you can feast on me as much as you want, but please, let me sleep, I don’t feel good.”
