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Did it happen again?

No.

I mean, at least I don't think so.

Yeah, I had a vivid dream that I was walking through the woods at night, and

woke up on the floor.

My body felt destroyed, like it did when I woke up here.

Let's talk inside.

It was like I was sleepwalking, how I did when I was a kid.

Except it felt more predatory.

If that makes any sense at all.

Sorry. I mean, I don't know why I'm telling you about my sleepwalking.

I'm listening.

I just felt so different after that night.

You'd think I'd feel violated, vulnerable.

But, no.

I feel like something inside of me is coming to life.

For some people, a traumatic event devastates them.

Either it actually kills them, or it psychologically cripples them.

For others, for women like us,

Trauma triggers something deep within us.

Please don't use whatever happened to me as some sort of fucked up lesson.

I'm trying to tell you something.

Well, it sounds like you're lecturing me.

Did that make you want to get into a corner and cry?

Or did that make you want to rip my head off?

Trauma can trigger a switch.

In some women.

Whatever happened to you that night?

Woke something up in you.

You're telling me that I have this explosive temper because I've been

over one too many times?

Next you're going to suggest I need therapy.

I'm telling you.

That you need to learn to channel your rage.

Otherwise it's just going to come out on its own terms.

Like it did that night.

Like it almost did now.

What?

You suggesting I become a serial killer or something?

Do you know why there are so few female serial killers?

Because when we learn to channel our rage, we're too smart to get caught.

You find that girl yet?

I'm not going to comment on an ongoing investigation.

No, that girl is unhinged.

Why do you even think she did it?

It seems to me like you, like your mom, had plenty of enemies who wanted your

mom dead.

Look, you weren't at the bar that day. I've never seen a girl try so hard to

a guy to leave with her.

Could be.

Or she's there to do a job.

I don't know, but if you don't find her, we will.

Yo, let's ride out.

Did being promiscuous in high school make you an outcast?

Sure.

But it also made me really popular.

At least until I dropped out.

Let me guess.

You've always gravitated toward violent lowlifes.

My counselor says it's because I grew up without a father.

Always looking for that man to keep me safe.

We

gravitate

toward dangerous men because subconsciously we want our daughters to

their brutality and our cunning.

I should really take this.

He's been calling all day. Don't.

It will seem suspicious if I don't answer.

Yeah?

We found Charles.

Great.

He's dead.

Even better.

Listen. I need to meet up with you tonight. Somewhere private.

Why?

Because his biker buddies are looking for you. They think you did it.

What do you think?

All I know is that you're in trouble.

I can protect you, but I need

to meet up with you.

Oh, think about it.

I think too.

You know it's a trap, right?

You know, I've never met a woman who just trusts the police as much as I do.

I have my reasons.

They are.

Did you grow up in foster care?

No.

My aunt raised me for the most part.

Why?

Because she reminded me of myself.

What happened to your mom?

She died.

In prison.

What'd they get her for?

For being herself.

I used to blame her.

For abandoning me.

But when I got older, I empathized with her.

Even if she didn't go to prison, she would have had to cut loose one way or

another.

Sounds familiar.

She needed to force me how to survive on my own.

How to rely on my instincts.

How to figure out who to trust.

And so why should I trust you instead of Detective White?

Because men like that, men in power, fear women like us.

We threaten their control.

He just wants to cage you.

And me?

I want to unleash you.

I know you're probably right, but I have to see what he knows.

Take a peek?

Want a drink?

So.

You gonna tell me about this woman who found you?

Why are you so concerned with her?

Because the man is dead.

And it's my job to figure out who did it.

Do you think that the woman who found me beaten, broken, and left for dead has

anything to do with his death?

She might know something.

Imagine if you were me.

Wouldn't you find it just a little bit suspicious that you're trying to hide

this woman?

Why do I feel like I'm the one on trial here?

Look, I'm just trying to protect you, but you gotta be completely honest with

me.

I don't want help from a guy who pets me like a lapdog.

I'm just trying to comfort you.

Is that how you comfort men, too?

Or is that just reserved for women who are victims of violent crimes?

Look.

I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but you are a very big hit with Charles

Biker Crew. They are all out there looking for you.

That's what it is.

You want to help me because I love fucking degenerates and dive bars.

You want to show me what it's like to be with a nice guy on the right side of

the law?

I did not invite you here to fuck you.

Yeah?

That would have been a much better way to get me to talk than whatever the hell

this game is.

I'm not done with you. Sit the fuck down.

Make me.

I've met men like you before.

You're all big fucking talk, but once you start getting fucked, you beg for

mercy.

Try me.

I fucking know

yours.

Yeah? Yeah.

I love that pretty fucking whore face, just like that.

Spit my fucking mouth. Spit my fucking mouth.

That's it.

I do it back at him.

Fucking fuck.

Yes, yes.

Pull my fucking balls.

Pull my balls just like that. Yes.

Yes.

Call me a fucking piece of shit.

Call me a pig.

I want to hear all those fucking cool fucking words.

Oh.

Such a piece of shit.

The biggest piece of shit.

Oh my God.

Pulling fucking balls. Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god. Oh, wow.

Fuck.

Oh my fuck.

Oh my fuck.

Oh Fuck

Oh, look at that.

That's right.

Oh, turn around.

Turn around, turn around. Get this.

Take it off.

Zoom the fucking position.

Take it fucking under your arm.

Do exactly what I say. Like that.

Fuck me now or are you just going to talk?

I'm going to fucking eat your fucking dead ass home. Fuck.

Oh my gosh.

Fuck.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Just like that.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

All you fucking got?

Yeah.

That's all I got.

That's all I got.

That's all I got.

That's all I got. That's right.

That's right.

That's right. That's all I got.

Yeah. God.

God. God.

God can destroy me.

Mm -hmm.

Oh my god!

You fucking put it back in me.

I don't want it to come out again.

I have to fucking work with my tongue.

Fuck you.

Fuck! Fuck, yes!

Yes! Yes!

Fucking stop!

Fuck!

Fucking put it back in!

What are you doing?

Oh my god, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh

my

god.

Please sit on it. Please sit on it.

Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it.

Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it.

sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on

it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it.

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it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it.

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sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on it. Please sit on

it.

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Please sit on it.

Please sit on it.

Please sit on it. Please sit on it

Yes!

Oh, fuck, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh my god, oh

my god

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Yeah. Fuck.

You're a fucking person.

You're a fucking person. You're a fucking person.

Oh, fuck.

Yes.

Fuck.

Oh,

my

gosh.

Oh my god.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh, by my hand. By my fingers.

By my fingers, just like that.

Oh, my God.

Just like that. Oh, yes, squeeze those fucking balls.

Oh, my fucking

God. Fuck.

Oh,

my God.

Oh,

fuck.

Oh, my God. That's so fucking good. Fuck.

Yeah.

Oh,

yeah.

Fuck.

Oh,

yeah.

Oh, fuck, yes.

oh

my

god

yes

Give me everything you fucking have. You like that coat? You like that coat?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck.

Oh fuck

Fuck me Oh my god

So what were you doing at the bar that night if you don't drink?

I mean, were you looking for a guy or a place to stay that night?

Were you working?

Maybe I was just looking to get fucked.

At a biker bar?

What?

Clearly I'm attracted to assholes.

No jury is going to buy that an innocent young woman was at a fucking shithole

like that looking to get laid.

Yeah?

What's a jury going to think about a nice cop like you inviting victims to

house to protect them?

I'm just trying to help you.

I hear the woman needs the help.

You were right.

What happened?

He just wanted me to talk about Eagle.

He also warned me that Charles' biker gang was out looking for me.

He was just trying to scare you into a confession.

What would I confess?

Fuck!

What are you going to do?

Get into the closet. It's dead inside.

Yeah, I'll handle this.

Where are you?

Where do you think you are?

If you wanted to intimidate me, you should have at least brought guns or a

Yeah, I want to intimidate someone. I like to use my hands.

Did you come all the way here just to flirt with me? Do you hear this bitch?

I think she likes it.

I'm confused.

Did you idiots come here because you wanted to look for a woman or did you

here because you thought you could fuck me?

We were looking for her, but now we're going to do both.

I'm not telling you where she is.

That's good.

I don't want to fuck you anyway.

Oh,

you

like it rough, bitch?

She did it to my face, you crazy bitch!

I think you broke her.

I'm gonna break her with my dick.

There she is.

how many times you go through it, the transformation leaves your body feeling

wrecked for hours.

You were right about everything.

You were right to be skeptical.

What did you do with what was left of them?

I took care of it.

Just like you did for me.

Stop answering your phone.

I was worried about you.

How did you find me?

We've been investigating those guys for drug trafficking charges.

I've been monitoring the tracking device we have on their bikes.

So you used me as bait?

No. I was worried about you.

Then why did you wait so long to come here?

I did a background check on the homeowner.

And?

And all of the DNA was found under Charles' fingernails.

I had to wait for a judge to issue me a court order before I could show up.

So it was more important for you to have a warrant for her arrest than it was to

make sure I would stay from that biker gang?

Tell me where she is, Aiden.

No.

No.

Tell me where she is or I'll have to arrest you for obstruction of justice.

What justice?

Decision of... Fucking Game Aiden!

Quit pretending like you're doing what's right.

Pretending like it was going to be any other way.

If you

calm down, I can

take those handcuffs off you.

You've had me here for hours, so...

This is about how much you're going to get me.

But it was for your own good.

Thanks.

Did you know this isn't the first time your friend Olive has been charged for

murder?

I know you don't believe me, but I'm trying to help you. But if you don't

me something, I can't help you.

Forgive me if I'm not inclined to trust you.

I'm sorry. I truly am.

Because I think you're a victim of circumstance. But like I said, if you

give me something, I'll have to charge you as an accessory to murder. Why stop

at accessory?

Why not just charge me with accomplice?

record our conversation because I think the district attorney is going to find

all your cute little comments really interesting.

Great.

I would love to explain to that district attorney how you try to fuck the

information out of me.

You know what? Who's going to believe a filthy slut like me who wards itself out

every fucking night looking for a place to sleep? Just like a

fucking dog.

Thank you.

Oh shit.