Paradigm {Complete}

{Questions}

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Tatianna's POV

Today I had to go in for some more questioning..
Yes it was against my will..
I sit in the cold, stark room, feeling the weight of their eyes on me. Detective Johnson and Detective Martinez are across the table, their faces kind but serious.
My mom, Toni, is on one side of me, and our lawyer, Sawyer, is on the other. I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

"Tatiana, we know this is difficult, but we need your help to understand what happened. Can you tell us anything about the weeks you were at Marty's?"
Detective Johnson asked as he leaned forward on the table.

I try to speak, but the words are trapped in my throat. My hands won't stop trembling. Mom gently places her hand on my arm, her touch grounding me.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Take your time. We're right here with you."

I take a deep breath, but the tears are already welling up. Sawyer leans forward, his voice calm and reassuring.

"Tatiana, I know this is incredibly hard, but remember, you're safe now. No one can hurt you here. If you need to take a break, just let us know."
Detective Sawyer said.

I nod slightly, my voice barely a whisper.

"I... I can't... it's too much..."

"We understand, Tatiana. We can take this as slowly as you need. Can you tell us anything about the man who hurt you? Anything at all?" Detective Sawyer said with sympathy.

My breathing quickens, and I look to my mom for strength. She squeezes my hand gently.

"Just do your best, honey. We're all here to support you." Mom said rubbing my back.

I take another shaky breath, my voice trembling. "He... he had a scar... on his left cheek..."

"That's very helpful, Tatiana. You're doing great.
Can you remember anything else about him? Anything at all?" Said Detective Johnson.

I close my eyes, trying to recall more details. The tears stream down my face as I struggle to speak.

"He... he wore a black jacket... and... he smelled like... like cigarettes..."

Detective Martinez, who had been silent until now, finally speaks up, his voice gentle but firm.

"Tatiana, you're incredibly brave for sharing this. Every detail you can give us helps. You're not alone in this. You could be helping so many others girls so fall victim to this man."

I feel a small surge of strength from his words. I glance at Sawyer, who nods encouragingly. I take another deep breath, trying to steady myself.

"He... he had a tattoo... on his wrist... it looked like a snake..."

Detective Johnson scribbles down notes quickly, his eyes never leaving me. "That's very helpful, Tatiana. You're doing an amazing job. Can you remember anything else about the place where you were kept?"

I close my eyes again, trying to push past the fear and remember. "There was a window... we're boarded up... and I could hear trains... passing by...
All the time.."

Detective sawyer leans in, his voice gentle but encouraging. "You're doing great, Tatiana. Every detail you can recall is important. Was there anything else about the room or the surroundings that stood out to you?"

I take a deep breath, trying to focus.
"The room smelled... musty, like it hadn't been used in a long time. And there was a faint light coming through the cracks in the boards... like from a streetlamp or something outside."

Detective Johnson nods, jotting down notes quickly. "That's very helpful. Do you remember any sounds besides the trains? Maybe voices or machinery?"

I think hard, trying to pull more memories from the fog of fear. "Sometimes... I could hear kids playing  And a few times, I heard... a dog barking. It was faint, but it was there."

Sawyer gives me a reassuring smile.
"You're doing an amazing job, Tatianna. Every bit of information helps us get closer to finding out where you were."

Detective Martinez looks at me with a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Tatiana. You're incredibly brave. We'll take it from here and keep working to find the answers we need."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to share more. "He used to make me do uncomfortable things to him. He took my virginity number one and I had to walk around without clothes all the time, or he'd get mad. I couldn't speak or make any noise, or he'd get set off and abuse me."

Sawyer's expression hardens, a mix of anger and empathy. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Tatianna. Your bravery in sharing this is incredible."

Detective Martinez nods firmly. "This information is crucial, Tatianna. We'll make sure Marty is held accountable for what he's done."

Mom's grip on my hand tightens, her eyes filled with tears. "You're so strong, honey."

Detective Johnson adds, "We'll use this new information to build a stronger case against Marty. You're helping us get closer to justice."

I feel a wave of relief wash over me. Sharing these painful memories is hard, but knowing it brings us closer to the truth makes it worth it. Sawyer gently pats my back again. "Let's get you home. You've done more than enough for today."

I lean into my mom's embrace, feeling a small sense of relief amidst the overwhelming trauma. The detectives exchange a look of determination, knowing they have a crucial lead to follow.

As we leave the station, I cling to the hope that this nightmare will soon end, and justice will be served.