Johanna starts off the show.

Jacob and Pete move around uncomfortably in their new suit pants. Jacob and Pete just got an invite from Johanna to visit the hospital again. This is the first time they ever wore a suit. They just came back from a personal stylist Johanna set up for them. Jacob and Pete are now properly shaved and cleaned, wearing a pair of grey suits, white shirts and black ties. There’s even a single earphone by each of their ears to make them look more like police officers.

“If all this shenanigan turns out to be a giant waste of time, I’ll snuff the bitch myself.” Pete murmurs.

“Not if I beat you to it.”

For the last couple of days, Johanna kept stringing these two along to rehearse their fake cops persona to give Susan the best show of her limited lifetime. Johanna had to pay them to make sure they would be onboard with the idea. They’re patiently waiting outside for Johanna’s signal.

Inside the patient room, Susan is lying in the bed still ****. She is wearing a neck brace for her fractured spine. Her face and body are littered with bruises from brass knuckles and police batons. They had to pump her stomach twice to draw out all the condoms filled with cigarette butts from her body.

Susan just had the best sleep she’s had for months. She slowly opens her eyes and her first instinct is to scream.

“Shhhh.” Johanna covers her mouth just as she’s about to scream: “It’s okay, Susan. You’re safe. You’re in a hospital. We’ll take good care of you.”

“...I’m safe? Listen, the cops-”

“They told me all about it, Susan. You’ll be just fine.” Johanna takes out a tray of food from below the table, and sets it on Susan’s overbed dining table.

Susan bursts into tears. The sudden realization of safety and warmth overwhelm her tortured body and mind. She moves in to hug Johanna with both of her arms, and thanks her again and again.

Johanna returns her hug, and replies in her sweet voice with a face of disgust: “It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. Let it all out.” Johanna pats the back of Susan’s head repeatedly.

For the next ten minutes, Johanna sits by the bed with her legs crossed, and stares into Susan with a huge fake smile. Susan kept talking about how her ex-boyfriend Roy **** her; how her own therapist and her boyfriend’s wicked lawyer set her up; and how the cops **** her and cracked her bones in a tiny room for days. Johanna just sits there, squeezing her thighs, imagining the juicy scenes of Susan being deservedly abused.

“Aww, that’s so……terrible!” Johanna almost slipped her mouth and said “wonderful”.

“Listen, Susan? Umm, your story kinda made the headline. There’s a couple of guys from the bureau that wants to talk to you right now. They’ll help you catch the bad guys, okay?” Johanna says.

“Oh, oh yes. I’ll do anything to catch every single one of those bastards that hurt me!” Susan’s eyes rekindle with energy.

Johanna smiles, and leaves the room.