Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Monster

"Okay, so these are the questions I was planning on asking you," Ingrid mumbled, handing me a sheet of paper.

I've been staying at her house for about five days now, and we just started to look over my trial papers.

"Okay," I muttered, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"What?"

"I don't wanna..." I whined, pushing myself off the couch.

"I know, it sucks... But we have to," Ingrid smiled, trying to pull me back towards the boring, torturous work. "Come on, I only need you to read over these, then I'll leave you alone."

I rolled my eyes, slouching back down beside her.

"Fine."

"Thank you."

I carefully read over each question.

'Mr. Maron, may I call you Jordan?

Is it true you went out for a walk on the night of August 18th?

And why did you go on that walk?

What happened on that walk, Jordan?

You considered James a friend, correct?

You never did anything to anger him?

He kidnapped you, correct?

Why do you believe he took you, Jordan?

Did he ever touch you while you were in captivity?

So not only did he abuse you physically and verbally, but he raped you... Correct?

You never wanted any of this to happen?

No further questions.'

I hesitantly pushed the paper away from me. Adjusting my legs, I held my knees close to my chest.

"Feel free to talk a lot on direct, it's how we get the most information from the situation," Ingrid rambled, looking down at other files. "Just try not to talk much during cross. They'll jump down your throat and try to make it seem like you're in the wrong, so it's best to just stay quiet."

Each breath I took felt like a stab to the heart.

It felt like a heavy brick was resting on top of my ribs. It was crushing my bones with every inhale, and every exhale.

"I'll make sure they don't take it too far though," Ingrid smiled. "I'm on your side."

I can't breathe.

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