Let me tell you how this all began.”

I said this with a laugh, the policewoman sitting before me only seemed to get more annoyed. Oh well. It wasn’t like I could get into more trouble then I already was.

“It was a usual rainy, dreary day. My foster mother was downstairs in the kitchen smoking and drinking while my foster father decided to play some ‘games’ with me upstairs. Julia, my foster mother, pretended not to hear my screams and cries for help.” The bastard had never cared how loud I was. Hell, I think the louder I was the more turned on he got.

“I could scream until my throat was red and raw and no one would come up to help me. Not Julia, my foster siblings, or any of our neighbors.” I muttered, almost delighting in the way the policewoman winced and held back the urge to vomit right at the table. “After a few more grunts and groans from the old bastard he was done, pulling out of my injured ass with another low, lusty groan.” It happened two days ago but talking about it made me queasy.