Boris Pavlikovsky X Reader
This story contains (Sex, Drugs, Violence, Rape, Molestation, Abuse, Alcohol, swearing)
Also your pronouns in this are she/her sorry if those don't fit you, you can change if you want.
I woke up as soon as the police vehicle came to a halt. The police women exited the car and motioned for me to do the same. We were in some sort of car garage thing.
The three police officers lead me through a door which lead into the police station. They checked in muttering something to a women at a desk as we were passing and walked me into what seemed to be a questioning room. Two of them had already left leaving me with just one police officer.
It was a white room with a medium rectangular table in the centre with two seats either side and a two plastic cups of water on either side. "You may take a seat here and wait" The male officer said leaving me in the room. I let out a shaky breath "Well aren't I just fucked?" I rhetorically asked myself taking a seat.
I took a sip of the water in front of me and looked around the room, there was a plain plant in the corner of the room and a security camera up in one of the corners.
I heard the door creak open and I shifted to face the presence of a tall man. He had mocha skin and a faded cut and he was wearing a black suit holding a clip board and a laptop. Which was odd for an interview room.
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(He won't be very relevant but just picture Christian as Will Smith)
"Hi y/n, I'm sergeant Christian Johnson and I'm head of the sexual assault department here" He stated walking over to the opposing seat. "That's nice. Uhh why exactly am I here though" I fake smiled at him.
"Well, while we were investigating your dads-" "He is not my dad" I interrupted "Oh my mistake. What's your relation to him" He questioned "He used to be my step father" I simply replied. He wrote that down on his clip board before speaking again "Well we found a rather concerning tape contains evidence of rape against you in the video" He calmly said.
My eyes widened slightly. I'm not surprised, I wouldn't have put it past him. Still hurts though. Still makes me feel this overwhelming feeling of disgust in myself. And in him.
"Can I see it?" I asked, he looked almost taken aback by my eagerness to see it. But I kinda just want to know if everything I felt was real or not. I mean obviously it was but it's just kind of unbelievable in a way.
"Are you sure?" He questioned mildly sympathetic "Yea" I breathed out and he opened the laptop.
It was silent and I was hugging my knees to my chest staring blankly at the table, the faint sounds of key's typing from the computer. "Ok" He said and I looked up, the laptop was facing me and I nodded before he pressed play.
It was kind of dark but I could still see the faint outline of my body passed out on the bed and him crawling above me. He took of my underwear and pulled out his dick and began to pump into me. I could see the bed also move with him as he did this. I was still passed out. I wanna fucking rip his dick off.
