Chapter Two, The Interrogation Session

"I'm scared to speak now, am I being recorded?" I asked

"Yes, Mr. Sheen, but only for 24 hours but rest assured, we're going to take a break from this for 30 minutes" Detective Michelle stated

"Alright." I replied

"Now, Mr. Sheen we along with my partner here, will be asking you several questions regarding the situation that you're in right now and we think it's the appropriate time to ask you these questions." Detective Michelle asked.

"Do you recognize these women?" Detective Michelle asked as she showed Jehovah five women ethier laying down on Jehovah's bed drugged and filled with bruises on their wrists and necks, keeping them in mind that all the women were in their twenties or early to mid thirties.

"I'll ask you again, do you recognize these women?" Detective Michelle asked.

"I froze, like a moment in time recalling the first time I've done it." I said mentally as I proceed to enter "Flashback Mode." I said to myself.

_____Flashback Mode Commences____

"Sakura Hana my first love, she was 16 and I recently turned 17 it was our first time going to "StarBucks" since she came from Japanese decent, she's never been to a "Starbucks" before but she loved it, whenever she goes to take a selfie, she does "Kitty Paw" hand gesture and every time she does it, I'm the one holding her phone." I said.

"We got engaged and I was so happy but after I knocked her out for the first time, everything was a blur after that incident." I explained.

"Edith Brooke, my second love well actually my very first unrequited love since she was my crush, I wanted to surprise her with a Polaroid Photo Album because she's into professional photography but only if she can use her Polaroid camera." I explained.

"I introduced myself to her and I asked as we were walking together to head home and then I politely asked "hey, I know that we've been talking for a while but can you be my girlfriend?" She giggles delighted for my offer and then she said "alright, sure but you better hold my arm everytime you're with me!" Edith proclaimed and I respectfully agree to the offer.

"4 months ago we were in our "honeymoon" phase of our relationship like for instance, handholding, kissing, teasing each other, and spending time together and it was great until that night when she and I were in bed together...I-" I explained.

"I accidentally did it again, for the second time and I couldn't see her face the same way after that, shocked as all hell, I went back to my house attempting to get away from it all." I said.

"Oh, and if you're wondering if I ever gave her that Polaroid photo album well I gave it to her during lunch and she was happy." I added.

"Alice Liddell, my third love and for the first time I've been having thoughts of wanting to be someone who she'll love like, the "cool" guy because "cool guy" is fun, "cool guy" is never bothered, "cool guy" is great because why does she have to have their own "Prince Charming" when she could instead have her own "Marilyn Manson"? But anyways I asked her to prom and she said yes."

"Soon after, we made genuine love in the backseat of her car as the prom was filled with Koolaid-drunken dogs prancing around the dancefloor as the night slowly drew its frightening course, it was marvelous but by the next morning, she had bruises on her neck, just brilliant." I explained and then said sarcastically.

"Eve Hastings, my forth love she's the sweet, beautiful and loving woman any man who is currently as the teen's say nowadays "totally way out of your league." She was currently 22 when she came up to me during a college party at the time and she asked me out of the blue as the music's stereo was about to burst at any moment given the fact that the music itself was so loud enough to wake up the world but moving on, "So, J what's your favorite music?" She asked me.

"Umm.. well I do like the classical jazz band every now and again but my personal favorites are "Motionless In White, Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson" what's yours?" I replied then asked.

"I like 80's disco preferably songs like "Dancing Queen" but I'm a diehard romantic so I'd like to sprinkle in some "I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire" or "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" to name a few." She replied.

"Hey, let's head back to my place where we can talk a bit more, okay?" I asked.

"Sure!" Eve replied.

"A few hours pass and she was on top of me and I know she didn't say this out loud but she whispered into my ear "It's me, the girl you supposedly fucked in your dreams, see? I'm real and I want to make you mine" she said so seductively like a mistress convincing her "significant other" to go to bed with them for however many times you two have done it in bed, their bed."

"And trust me when I say, Oh lord she was amazing, the passion, her body and the cute noises she made while we were doing it in bed together that is until I saw the picture of her wrists all bruised blue and purple with the words in text form "I'll have you sued, asshole, shouldn't have ripped me down so much, huh?" She said angrily yet in a demanding tone.

"Finally, Ashley, Ashley Steele she was and still is 31 while currently 34 but don't worry, we're all adults here so it's alright." I said to myself.

"We hit it off after the first time we encountered each other at the same time she happened to get a new job as a Mexican stripper since it was both a bar and a strip club after all." I said.

"After she politely declined my offer and heading back to my place I grabbed her arm and slammed her into the back seat of my car, I drove to a fancy hotel, booked a room for two nights, grabbed my hotel card and nonchalantly take Ashley to our room" I said.

"And after that I slammed her into the bed and fell unconscious, I was caught even after I was done raping her sweetly, submissive ass." I proclaimed.

___________End Of Flashbacks_________

"And finally here we are in the intaracation room of the police station as both two detectives are asking me questions and my attorney defending me as she repeatedly states that I couldn't awnser certain questions because how "uncomfortable" I've felt." I explained.

"No comment." I answered.