And to a new friend.

When she woke up, he kissed her on the forehead and wished her a good morning, and she returned it with a kiss on the lips, a quick peck. They got dressed and had some breakfast together, and discussed their night together.

Jack made eggs, fruit, and toast, he had coffee and Vixxen drank a little bit of juice and then some water. Come to think of it he had never seen her eat normal food. A burger, french fries, bacon, soda, none of it. Not even in the hospital.

Vixxen was open about having been attracted to him, and how finding him watching porn gave her the courage to make a move.

"I am surprised actually, most women do not respond this quickly to something like what happened to you. Some women avoid sex for years." Jack genuinely was surprised, maybe it was her job as a stripper that helped her, maybe she was just more sexually driven than most. Victims of sexual **** rarely had interest in sex for a long time.

"It isn't the first time I was **** Jack, maybe that helped. I just don't understand why they beat me up." Vixxen went on, "If they intended to sell me, why hurt me? If they wanted to use me for sex, wouldn't they want me to look good?"

Fuck, Jack thought. Not the first time some fucker **** her? "You were **** before? Shit." Jack responded to her, Vixxen seemed so nice, how could men do this. "If you ever want to talk about any other sexual assaults, I will listen. I am no counselor but I can listen and I don't charge a hundred an hour."

"It was a while back, it is ok," Vixxen replied, disappointing Jack. He found this woman fascinating, he wanted to understand how she ended up responding as well as she did to a rather brutal sexual ****. "I am embarrassed by it, and I just know that people will think awful things about me if they found out."

"About ****?" Jack replied, "Who the fuck would think poorly of someone for ****?'

"It was my father," Vixxen said, looking Jack right in the eyes for a response. "And it was my fault."

Jack didn't like her reply one bit, it was never the victim's fault. He had heard this many times, and he fucking hated it.

Vixxen told him all about her mother getting killed in a car crash when she was two, and how he had raised her alone.

She went into detail on the beer and the whiskey her dad used, and then the marijuana, and eventually the ecstasy. She told him how long it lasted with him, the abortion he made her have, and about the other men he brought in. That he was charging money for it.

And then finally, when her dad beat her up and **** her anally on the last night she was ever in his house.

"Fuck," Jack replied quietly when she finished, reaching out and taking her hand. She showed indifference as if it no longer bothered her, but Jack could see that something wasn't right. "Do you want to hear my thoughts on this, as a cop? I will keep it to myself if you do not Vixxen."

"Go ahead Jack," Vixxen replied. "I am curious."

"First, why didn't you go to the police?" Jack asked. "They would have enjoyed making sure that asshole resisted arrest."

"He was a deacon in a church there, it is a small town and a lot of people know him," Vixxen answered. "And the preacher of his church is one of the men he shared me with. The chief of police goes to our church."

“Two of my high school teachers paid to have sex with me, so did it athletics coach, a lesbian,” she continued. “It ended up being young men from the street I lived on, guys I knew from high school, everyone knew.”

Vixxen looked Jack straight in the eyes with a piercing gaze. "Who would they believe?" Vixxen asked in a flat tone. "The preacher? The loving father and deacon? Or the whore who fucked her own dad?"

"They use forensic evidence Vixxen," Jack replied quietly. "They could have easily proved it. Your injuries, as well as a physical examination, would have made it an open and shut case."

"I didn't know, I was just scared," Vixxen replied."I am never going back to that place."

"Ok Vixxen, I understand where you were coming from. I can see that." Jack replied, now wanting to find her father himself. What a **** asshole.

"Your dad is a criminal Vixxen," Jack continued. "He broke quite a few laws. Giving you **** and **** when you were underage is a crime, and giving you ecstasy and then having sex with you is ****. No question about it, especially when you were underage."

Vixxen was listening, eating fruit as he spoke, fuck she was beautiful.

"Obviously beating you up was a criminal act, and **** you was both a felony for the **** and another felony for sodomy in North Carolina I think," Jack said in an angry tone, "That asshole would have spent ten to fifteen years in prison, if not more."

"Nobody would have believed me," Vixxen replied. "And it was my fault.”

Jack closed his eyes and held his tongue. Never your fault. Never your fault. Never your fucking fault. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His face turned red as he paused, and a tear went down his check. Damnit.

"It is called grooming Vixxen," Jack replied softly. "Your father groomed you to be what he desired. He used your trust in him as your dad and **** to get you into what he wanted. It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t ever your fault. He was probably waiting for five years for all of that to happen, he is a fucking predator.”

"But I kept doing things when the **** stopped," Vixxen replied. She took pride in owning her mistakes, in taking responsibility for herself. It wasn't much but at least she had that. "I could have said no at any time, I kept fucking my own dad." Her face now showed the emotion she felt, the pain and humiliation she carried.

"And when you said no, he beat you and he did it anyway Vixxen. There is no area where this is on you, none of it was not your fault." Jack replied, now holding Vixxen. "The molding, or grooming, is intended to build a relationship where victims do what the perps want on their own in time. It creates this exact mindset.”

This poor young woman, Jack thought. She blames herself for something she is blameless in. He had seen it before with victims, women who were beaten by their husbands, or ****, so many would only blame themselves. He hated it, he hated the men who hurt her.

“And then he brought men in, and I didn’t say no. At first one, then a lot of them. Sometimes more than one,” Vixxen replied softly. “At first I didn’t know, then when I found out he was charging them to fuck me I kept doing it. I fucked fat creeps from school, I fucked a woman who was my coach, I even fucked his dad when he asked me to. And when he knocked me up he gave me money and I did what he told me to do, I handled it.”

“I was a paid whore Jack,” she said, knowing it was what would convince Jack she deserved everything. “I did it without any ****, and I fucked my own dad, my uncle and my grandfather. I deserve all of what he did, and I deserved what happened now. I earned it.”

Vixxen's facade was starting to crack, and he saw her eyes starting to turn a little red, Jack leaned in and hugged her as she started to cry.

He knew she wasn’t even twenty one yet, how could all of this have happened so young? How could all of this have happened to a person who is so sweet and beautiful?

“Darling, this is what I do for a living, I go after bad people all the time,” Jack said softly. “They ply young women with **** and **** as teenagers when they can’t know better. People who they trust then mold them to do what they want. We arrest them all the time, it is terrible behavior and is absolutely criminal. None of it is your fault Vixxen, not one little bit.”

She was crying on his shoulder, it was time to change the subject. "What do you want to do after breakfast Vixxen?" Jack asked, in a **** happy tone. "I have all day."