Case Study 2.

Okay, so I am currently writing my first novel and in the process I am using fake case studies that characters of mine will be discussing of a variety of crimes. I decided that I would like to turn each of these case studies into either flash fiction pieces of short stories, like I wake, so here is another. Be warned this could be seen as a trigger for victims of sexual violence, it is designed to be based on the case study of a rape case. I will be doing these creative pieces for about ten different types of crime that will be featured in my novel.
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I can feel everything. The jury’s eyes are boring into me, every flick of the judges pen resonates through every inch of me, my heart is pounding incessantly, as if it were reaching out my chest to escape. They are watching me, studying every flinch, every whimper, every misplaced hair, every blink; every breath is measured by their standards of truth and lies. My lashes meet as I pause for breath in the midst of my living hell. The blackness of the inside of my eyelids doesn’t last for long; instead of peace I meet the source of my terror. Low grunts and muffled screams echo in the confines of my mind.

With a jolt my eyes snap open and I meet the glittering dark eyes of my charismatic attacker. My blood is surging deep within me, and my breath has quickened to a pace I could have never imagined. A smirk dances on the corner of his lips as he meets my gaze, unwavering, unmoving, unstoppable.

The prosecutor has spoken, I can see his mouth forming the words, but no sound reaches my ears.

He repeats. And I hear, ‘then what happened?’

And I find my mouth forming the words, pulling themselves out of my mouth, unrolling over the choked sob that is caught in my throat, dragging themselves through the motions of my tongue until they finally form the words, ‘he said I was asking for it.’