The meeting begins.

Erica and Gretchen the lit meeting room. Roy is already sitting across from a detective. Erica notices only now that Roy is wearing a well-fitted white suit with a red shirt and a red tie. His usually unruly hairs are also brushed back and well-oiled. He’s looking like a proper boxing agent. “Didn’t know he could look this good…” Erica thinks.

She sits down right beside Roy, and whispers into his ear with a naughty look, “Love the new look, handsome.” She puts her hand on his thigh.

“This is how I looked back at the bathroom, braindead cunt.” Roy whispers back with a **** smile.

“Well, well, someone’s got acquainted with her client.” The officer sitting across the table says. The police officer’s name is Kennedy. Half of the third precinct and himself have had a long history of working with the sorority on many cases, mostly involving rapists. Susan stands no chance of escaping from the very beginning.

Moments after, Susan and another police officer walk in. Susan is looking pale and mentally beaten. Her wavy hairs are arbitrarily swept behind her ears. A distinct ring of red mark can be seen on her neck where she used to wear a tight shock collar for dogs. She is wearing a long, lax dark green dress, manifesting her slender figure. Though gloomy, she is emanating a natural fragrance. A dark circle formed around her tired, brown eyes for lack of sleep . She immediately starts trembling and tearing up as her eyes meet Roy’s tenacious staring.

“Calm yourself, Susan.” The police officer beside her holds her shoulders, his hands sneakily feeling Susan’s bra straps.

For the next 20 minutes, Susan incessantly moaned about how Roy has been abusing and lynching her in his RV; how he would tie a metal chain around her ankle to stop her from running away; how he practices target shooting on her nipples with a taser; and how he would fuck her in the ass raw while pressing her head into the toilet bowl with his foot. These senseless yappings did nothing but make Erica‘s pussy gape. Her right hand is fumbling within Roy’s underwear under the table, helping him relive the happy moments he had spent tearing her ex-girlfriend into pieces. Her left hand is in the cop’s pants instead, trying to make Susan’s sob stories at least a little bit useful, as quality jerk-off material.

“I thought we're here to make a deal. Why are you making this seem like some kind of pre-trial hearing?” The detective shrugs about these allegations. He looks at Susan with both lust and disdain.

“Have you heard nothing that I’ve said? I said that man is a ****! My therapist Gretchen can prove it, I told her everything during our sessions!” Susan exclaims.

Gretchen rolls her eyes, and tosses a folder of documents on the table. She crosses her arms, boosting up her breasts: ”Susan, I have told you repeatedly that I wanted to be on your side. But I cannot abide by this travesty anymore.” Gretchen says while shaking her head.

“What? I, you said you were going to help me get to him. We even had a polygraph test. we---” Susan’s words were interrupted by the cop slapping her face.

Gretchen pulls a document from the folder, “detectives, as you may know, I have conducted a lie detector test under your precinct’s supervision. I asked her questions regarding her claims of Roy sexually assaulting her. Susan needed a score of 6 or greater to pass and a negative 6 or lower to fail. Her results were negative 20 across the board and she took the test twice. She was also extremely deceptive during every therapy session I had with her, showing me her mystery injuries like trophies and attempting to attribute them to his ex-partner Roy O’brien. My diagnosis is that she is either experiencing episodes of schizophrenia, or she sees the need to incriminate Roy for attention due to possible Histrionic personality disorder.

“That statement aligns with what I have heard from my client Mr. O’Brien. Susan Rothanthal has attempted several times to either sue him or contacted the police for similar reasons. Every time he was found to be innocent with me as his lawyer.” Erica says calmly while giving Roy a handjob under the table.

“YOU LYING BITCH!” Susan bursts into tears while jumping out of her seat, lunging her body into Gretchen, wanting to snuff her with her own hands. Her **** attempt is immediately ceased by the detective’s muscular hand smashing her head into the table. Susan yells and yaps, but her flimsy arms couldn’t stop the cops stepping on her ass, spitting on her face, molesting her under her dress, while putting her in handcuffs. Erica’s legs squeezed abruptly as her stockings got wet. The glorious scene is too much for her to handle. She lets out a few moans, but no one hears them because the bitch on the floor is still yapping about her nonexistent human rights.

“Why don’t you tell the truth? She’s lying! Stop touching my breasts! Pleeease!” Susan protests pointlessly, her eyes even more tired and **** than before, but desperation happens to be the cops’ favorite porn category. One officer drags her out of the room, not giving a single fuck about her dress being slowly shredded by the floor tiles. She is dragged all the way inside a room next door. Five more officers walked in before the ominous looking iron door was shut. There’s nothing she could do but cry out the rest of her tears like a whore.

“Okay, as per our arrangement, you make sure she never comes out of your asylum. Mister Roy O’brien is free to go. We’ll send her over after she quits squirming.” The investigator straightens his tie. The arrangement is that they get to keep whoever Gretchen brings to the police station for a couple of weeks as a price to cover up the sorority’s operations.

“Thank you, officer. I will come again if chances present themselves.” Gretchen smiles and shakes hands with the officer.

The officer turns towards Erica: “Keep up the good work.”

“Aye aye.” Erica winks.

The devious trio walks out of the meeting room. Sounds of multiple men grunting, female wailing, boots slamming human skin, and whip cracking come out of the room right next to them. Sounds like someone’s getting reeducated. They walk out of the precinct. It’s been barely half an hour and their mission is accomplished.

“Just like that? What if someone comes looking for her?” Roy finds it too good to be true.

“Relaaax, we always do our research beforehands. Susan’s got no close friends and her immediate family members disowned her for dating you. Not that I’m saying you’re not a good man, mind you.” Erica takes off her jacket and yawns, “Weeeell, if she will be missed, which is what we have to deal with most of the time, our hospital gal would just waste her, which is probably the easier way out. Wait, is it? Do vegetative people have consciousness? Ahhh, that’s Johanna’s job, so I don’t know. Anyways, you’re good, Roy. Relax.” Erica gives Roy’s bulge a pat.

“Did I ever tell you you bitches are crazy?” Roy raises his eyebrows.

“You can go now, doc.” Roy turns to Gretchen. “And, thanks, I guess, for that rimjob and everything.”

“Of course, I was glad to be of service.” Gretchen senses what’s about to come, and leaves in her silver Lexus.

“Did you just say thank you to Gretchen? Awww, I have never heard you say that to anyone before. That’s cute.” Erica ushers herself into Roy’s strong chest.

Roy squeezes Erica’s face with one hand, forcing her mouth open: “Now that you lost me my girl, YOU are going to make it up to me, pet.”

“Umm… huh…” Erica drools. Looks like she’s in for a long rest of the day, or life.