Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]
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				Title: <strong>Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 04:15:45</strong>
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				Sarah Wilkinson tried her best not to break down and cry in front of Erik. If she did that, he would only enjoy the moment and go further in hurting her feelings. She could not believe there were people out there who took pleasure in breaking down someone's spirit. Never had she even thought to find herself in a relationship with one and yet here she was. Two years of her life spent with Erik who had abused and twisted her feelings for him into something she could no longer comprehend. At times, she wondered what might have happened if she never went on the stupid date with Erik leading her into his bedroom and pleasing her to no end. Maybe it had been her own caring and open nature which made her a target to be taken when Erik met her but now she could no longer do anything about it.<br><br>Sure, she spent her night crying herself to sleep while Erik was off doing his own thing but warned her to stay in the apartment if she did not want another beat down. Loads of money spent on make up to hide the evidence of the abuse when he managed to hurt her in places where clothing could not hide the pain. Even hours in the emergency room getting cuts stitched up, bones set back into place, x-rays and medication pillows to see where her pain was and help assauge it for a bit. Never had she revealed to the nurses and doctors who had done this to her. She feared retaliation from Erik if and when he was released on bond from jail. Heck, she could not even call her friends and family for assistance for the anticipation of Erik finding out and causing harm to her most dearest friends. He shut her off from the world and kept her in a twisted fantasy of his making. No. Not all of his fault because she was fool in love to be in love with this monster and let him continue these horrible acts to her.<br><br>Even now as he was screaming at how she was stupid for leaving the keys in the car, she tried her best to console his anger. "I am so sorry, baby, I did not mean to do it," she whispered, trying to keep her voice low so as not to anger him if he thought she was giving him lip. Where had the old Sarah gone? She used to be vibrant, bubbly and outgoing. Now she was dead inside, weak and timid. Even hearing Erik's voice no longer used to make her smile, now when he talked, it brought dread and fear to her form. How she wished she could go back to the first few months of their relationship before he turned on her and their relationship. Erik used to be sweet and kind to her but something happened to change his demeanor and whatever it was, she cursed it for ruining her life.<br><br>Erik got into her personal space as if he cared about those things and started to shout that she was a good for nothing whore. "You are an idiot! A complete and absolute stupid bitch if you cannot remember not to leave the fucking keys in the car! How the fuck are we going to get home? Magically going to open on its own, Sarah! Fuck, can you not do anything right in your fucking life!," he screamed into her face, a vein in his forehead throbbing over and over. When the vein came out in his forehead, she knew whatever she had to say was worthless. When her words were useless to him, then came the next weapon in his arsenal to break her down. His hands.<br><br>Crack! She had readied herself for the blow but she had not concluded he would use a closed fist to strike at her jaw. Sarah's teeth rattled in her mouth and she tasted blood, guessing she must have bitten down on her inner cheek. Spitting out the blood, she could not hold back the cry of pain from Erik. Her cry of pain was hoarse as it was cut short by a kick to her side by Erik's foot. He was really angry at her to go further with the physical abuse, usually a slap to the face or a pinch of her skin was enough for him. "Please, stop," she cried out as she tried to find shelter against the car to keep her from falling down again. At this moment, she wished for a miracle to stop Erik from his parade of kicking and cursing at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 04:25:15</strong>
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				Sighing as he tucked the large grocery bag into the back of his car he could not believe how tired he felt. He had worked doubles before, but without knowing as much about this town as others this one seemed to drag him down even more.<br><br>Walter Davids had only been transferred here because of his mother. His father had been a cop for no more then ten years when working late shift a man had shot him over one hundred and fifty dollars in the register. Walter could remember his father in his uniform, but the thought that stuck in his mind more was the funeral.<br><br>That was how he had decided to become a cop despite his mother's wishes. Graduating and actually taking over in the same precinct his father was in had filled him with pride. Spending five years working in the heart of the city he was certain he was making a difference when his mother called him one night.<br><br>Her sobbing voice and final pleading had convinced him and at the age of thirty he had transferred out of the city. He could not give up being a cop, but this area of the state was much safer and allowed him to tackle such hard hitting crimes as truancy and parking tickets.<br><br>Closing the trunk of the car he was taking his cart back to the holding area when looking up he saw the woman get hit. The blow snapped her head to the side so hard that she actually collapsed and hit her head against the truck she was next to.<br><br>Snapping his eyes he was suddenly very awake and charged to help. "Police!" he shouted as he closed the gap quickly "Back away from the woman!" His legs pounded hard as he charged over wearing civilian clothes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 04:28:58</strong>
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				Erik continued to kick wanting to show Sarah not to mess around with his feelings. He was sick and tired of hearing her whimpers and her meekness. What happened to her to make her become a whimpering sob? He had no clue where his old Sarah had gone but right now he was angry as hell to see a side of her he disliked. She always seemed to forget things which only made him more upset. He should have known not to let her handle putting the keys in her purse. Should have known better and now look what was happening. He had promised to take her out to the movies after seeing a preview of one of his favorite actors and had brought her along. Been a while since she went out into public but the way she acted, it was a rare thing for him to bring her around anyone.<br><br>Now here he was having to show Sarah what happened when she needed to get a better handle on things. She needed to learn that though she was a stupid and simple-minded female that her naiveness was not going to slide with him. He may love her but there was tough love involved to make sure she knew not to do this sort of mistake again. <br><br>"I am handling this Sir, she attacked me first," he called out, knowing what to say in situations such as these. Most of the time, Sarah was there to back him up on it and the cop or civilian went on their way. Such a good female she was and if she handled this situation correctly, the pair might make it to the movies afterall. If not, he could take her back to the house and show her a good time. It had been a while since he brought out the cuffs on her and his baby girl needed to know she was his and only his.<br><br>Sarah spat on the ground a few more times, trying to get as much of the blood out of her mouth as possible. Erik must have knocked out the back of her wisdom teeth because this could not simply be a cut from biting on her inner cheek. Glancing up, she gasped at the sight of a uniformed officer, knowing she would have to play this off as her being the first one to throw the punch. She hated the look in the eyes of those who were trying to help and realized that she was protecting her abusive boyfriend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 04:52:41</strong>
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				As he reached the scene he stuck his hand and stuck it into the mans shoulder firmly pushing him away from the woman. "You need to back up ten feet" he said calmly his eyes leveled into his to show he meant business. <br><br>Satisfied when he had him backed off keeping his hand raised he turned back to the woman and kneeled down beside her "Miss are you allright do you need an ambulance?" he asked his voice filled with concern. <br><br>Wanting to turn his head to examine her more closely he was unable to turn his head away due to the proximity of the man. "Sir I need you to back up even more" he ordered and kept his hand raised in his direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 05:01:15</strong>
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				Erik growled to be stopped in making sure Sarah knew her place. She needed to know not to piss him off. God, why could she not get that he was doing this to teach her a lesson. A lesson in which she needed to know never to be a stupid cunt again. However with how she acted she would always be a stupid cunt no matter if he had to teach her over and over. Such was the life with them but he knew she would be trained to his specifications. Once she told the officer to get lost, the two could go to see their movie.<br><br>When the officer asked if she was alright, Sarah was stumped for an answer. Most of the time she lied and let the officer know she was completely fine that she had thrown the first punch or had simply fallen and hit herself on the side of the car. This time, the quick response was not on her tongue let alone forming in her head. What she said next she wondered if she would regret this and end up six feet under: "No, I'm not alright."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 06:37:47</strong>
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				Hearing her speak he stayed leaned down next to her. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled the cell phone there out and dialed the number. "This is Patrolman Davids and I need a unit and an ambulance in front of the Kroger on 26th street" he said and then hung up the phone turning to her. <br><br>"You just sit down here Miss and try and stay calm. I will be back in one second" he said as he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder for a moment. Standing up now he reached behind him and placed his hands on the holder for his handcuffs. "Sir I am going to have to ask you turn around and put your hands&nbsp; on the hood of the vehicle there" he said and nodded with his head. <br><br>Following procedure was easy. It came like second nature to him. What was hard to resist was grabbing this fucking peice of trsh that would hit a woman and not putting his face through the windshield of the nearest parked car. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 01:38:58</strong>
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				From the corner of her eye, she could see Erik was angry and even cursing at her. God, she could not believe she told the officer the truth. Even worse, if and when Erik made bail he would be after her family and her. That was something she could not have on her conscious. She was fine with putting up with his abuse but he if tried to harm her parents or her younger brother than her heart would surely break into a million pieces. She looked up to the officer to plead with him to help her out. Sarah had no clue what to do. <br><br>On the one hand, she was starting to show a bit of a backbone. Oh, how she adored the backbone before she met Erik. Before Erik she would not hesitate to do something even if she failed at it. After Erik, she had to ask him if she could even think about wanting to do something. Was she that brainwashed and in love with him? There had to be something wrong with her or maybe something right because being Erik had treated her so good in the beginning. He made her fall in love with him and no matter what he put her through, even now she loved him. Was this how love was supposed to be? Right now this type of love was killing her slowly and she needed to do something about it.<br><br>Erik on the other hand became enraged to see Sasha was not doing anything to help him. "I said she fell, Officer," he argued as he tried to resist getting his hands cuffed together. When he got his hands on his girlfriend again, she was going to regret embarassing him. The two could have had a good time tonight but she had to lie and say he was beating her to the ground. He was merely showing her that if she did not do her work than there were consequences to be had. "Sasha, tell her you fell, come on," he yelled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 03:07:12</strong>
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				"Sir I have already reminded you that you have the right to remain silent. Stop speaking to the lady or I will remove you to the car" he said in a stern voice and then kneeled down to her. <br><br>Turning away now to the woman he found his heart drop. She looked like this had happened more then once. The sign that she was indeed calm and not hysterical was a sure fine give away that she had been through this before. He had seen this himself and he did not want to have to watch it happen again. Clearing his throat he waited a moment until her eyes came to meet his. Then he smiled and began to speak. <br><br>"Miss my name is Walter. I am a patrol officer here for the county. I have an ambulance on its way and some other officers as well. What I need you to do right now for me is to tell me if your fuzzy or needing an immediate assistance?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 22:05:57</strong>
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				Sasha spat out a bit more blood, assuming he had broken her jaw because of how it hurt to move her teeth or smashed a few of her teeth in. After this, she was going to need surgery or veneers to fix the physical damage. The emotional and mental damage she would not be able to slap a band-aid after this. Taking a deep breath which made her groan in pain in her side, she looked into the officer's eyes. He had kind eyes but soon it would turn to pity her and the situation Sasha had put herself in. <br><br>Hell, he might even suggest she go and see a doctor for her condition. That was the last few officers who noticed how quiet she became after these attacks. The reason why Sasha was quiet after Erik abused her was to get away from herself. She wanted to ignore the fact that her body ached and she bled for her mistakes. Go away to a place where Erik could not reach her even as he told her never to be a stupid cunt again. <br><br>She glanced away from the officer, turning to walk away from the scene. Sasha needed to get away from this. If ambulance came it would be more people judging her and asking about her 'accident's'. Erik called out for her to come back and get this matter resolved. He struggled in his cuffs, the urge to ram into the officer something he wanted to do. "Get these damn cuffs off of me, Pig. Can't you see my girlfriend is wrong in the head?," he asked.
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				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 23:07:37</strong>
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				The corner of his mouth turning up slightly he stood up and walked towards the cuffed man in front of him. "Sir I have warned you. Now you are going to have resisting arrest to your already numerous assault charges. You see I do not actually need this young woman to say one word"<br><br>Walking forward he leaned down and grasped the cuffs and began to escort Erik to his car. "You see as an officer of the law we can prosecute you for assault on my word alone. Now Your going to sit yourself in the back seat of my car and if you touch one thing in there I am going to add on destruction&nbsp; of private property as well" <br><br>Slamming him against the side of his car he reached down and opened the door to the back seat. "Now watch your head" he said in a tone mocking him with a smile as he lowered him in and shut the door. <br><br>Turning he walked back over the short distance to where she was on the ground and kneeled down. "Miss" he said in a soft voice as he reached her "Can you tell me your name? Mine is Walter, but people call me Walt"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 00:37:17</strong>
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				Sasha did not look over at the officer. How could she knowing what she had asked him to do with Erik? She had to be the worst girlfriend to put her loving boyfriend in jail. No, that was a lie because Erik stopped being a loving boyfriend a long time ago. When he went, her own love must have gone as well. Well, not really if she kept letting him hit and abuse her. <br><br>Did she finally snap from reality that her body was left here with Erik and her mind elsewhere? She was confused beyond reason and all she wanted was answers. Would the officers hold the answers she needed? Maybe he could help her find out how she could let herself go this far with Erik? How she had gone down this dark path to let someone control and abuse her to their own delight while she suffered in silence. <br><br>God, how many times had she gone to the hospital and lied about how she received her injuries? Countless times and every time she felt like a stupid fool for not telling the nurses the truth. <em>Yes, the broken rib is from Erik who became irate that I had not thought of cooking him his favorite meal when he returned home. Why, yes he used his steel toed boots to make sure it hurt even more as he called me a cunt.</em> <br><br>Funny how she could say all of these things in her head but it all failed to come out and be known to the public. If people really knew what Erik was like, the cops and mental institution would be all over him to lock him up and throw away the key. He even mentioned a few other women who went through this treatment but had not survived it. Had he killed them, she wondered. "I just want to go home," she whispered as she felt tears come to her eyes, sniffling a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>29-01-2009, 22:19:05</strong>
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				Glancing over his shoulder for a moment he saw the first set of lights pulling into the parking lot. "Miss the first set of officers is arriving here now. I will need to speak with them about the man who struck you. I assume he is your boyfriend from what he was saying" he tried to not grimace as he spoke that and saw the deep bruising starting to form on her face. "But I want you to just stay right here. After the paramedics look you over I promise I will take you home. I promise."<br><br>Tocuhing her hand softly he wanted to convey to her that he was going to keep his word. He had seen quite a few domestic abuse cases and they were always unsettling. This one seemed different to him somehow. Maybe it was because he had seen the event first hand instead of hearing about it. Maybe it was the woman herself and that he was the first officer so he felt differently either way he was certain he felt this one.<br><br>Standing up slowly he turned and walked towards the approaching squad car. He could hear the wail of the ambulance pulling into the lot as well and as he raised his hand the two patrolmen in the car listened as he began to calmly explain the situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>31-01-2009, 06:27:04</strong>
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				Sniffling again, she rubbed at her eyes. What she wanted was a very hot shower to wash away this pain she was experiencing. A fool proof to stave off the inevitable of what would come after this. Taking a deep breath, she remembered what her mother always said about love and it was love never came easy to poor folk but had to be earned like any decent worker. Whatever this was between Erik and her was not love. If it was, then love should never be used to hurt one another. Another wince came out of her as she held her hand to her side, breathing becoming a bit labored.<br><br>"God, I think I broke a rib," she whispered, trying to put the blame on herself naturally. Still, she covered up for the bastard no matter how many times she ended up in the hospital. Luckily, she stopped spitting blood but she felt a tooth wiggle a bit in the back of her mouth. Great, another veneer to put into her mouth. Already she lost about ten teeth to Erik but she kept coming around to have him knock them right back out. When would she ever learn and stop this vicious cycle? Maybe when she was dead, she thought ruefully before another wave of pain hit her.<br><br>Taking another breath, she finally looked to him. "I cannot breathe," she hissed, bending over to get a better chance to breath. At least then she was not straining her lungs too much. God, it hurt so much. He had to have broken more than one rub. Not a lung because she would be dead on the ground but more than enough ribs to cause this much pain.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>03-02-2009, 21:26:15</strong>
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				As he stood explaining the situation to he patrolmen who arrived on the scene he glanced back and noticed her winding in pain and grabbing her side. Moving quickly back to her he kneeled down and spoke calmly "Miss, are you in pain? Are you having problems breathing?"<br><br>Turning his head he noticed the ambulance come to a stop and he waved his hand for them to hurry to where he was kneeling. <br><br>"Miss, I am going to have the paramedics take a look at you, but I am going to be right here" He said as the male and female team rushed over to examine her. Backing up only a step he straightened and waited. She looked to be in serious pain and he wondered if he should not have examined her earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 20:17:16</strong>
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				It was starting to become a nuisance now to have to explain that all she needed was an oxygen mask. However, she doubted a mask would help her with this situation as she continued to feel pain throbbing from the side of her chest towards the rest of her.<br><br>"Yes," she gasped out as she tried to get as much air without shaking in pain from it. She was grateful the police officer stayed with her unlike the few who left her be to cry in peace. While it was nice to be left to cry out her pain the officers usually gave her a card for a women's shelter before leaving her with Erik once more. <br><br>The paramedics went to work on assessing her injuries, one asking her to open her mouth while the other pulled up her shirt carefully. John, the second paramedic muttered an oath as he noticed a dark and purple bruise with a hint of red where the left portion of her ribcage was. "Get her on oxygen mask and make her walk because there is the possibility there is a broken rib and could nick the rest of her organs," he commented as he helped her walk towards the ambulance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, Stop, I Beg Of You [Mar/Kertaro]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kertaro</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 19:22:54</strong>
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				Watching the paramedics work with the woman he was unable to tear his eyes away. When they lifted her shirt to show the bruise he felt his jaw clench. Turning his head away he watched as the patrolman was pulling the man who struck her out of the back of his car. Looking back to her as she was being escorted to the ambulance he turned and walked over towards ths squad car. <br><br>Reaching it at the same time the other officer did he opened the patrol car door. Silent as he put Erik inside it was not until he turned away that Walt stuck his head down into the car. "Look" he said in a quiet voice his blue eyes blazing with hate "I know that assholes like you usually get off some way or another, but I just want to give you fair warning"<br><br>Narrowing his eyes he spoke just barely above a whisper "If I see you outside of handcuffs or cell bars ever again I will put my badge away to put you in your place. By the time I am finished with you" turning his head then he looked at the ambulance parked in front of them "they will need a different kind of van to haul you away"<br><br>Shutting the door so that he did not have to look at or listen to the piece of shit inside he informed the patrolman he would be in later to fill out the paperwork. Jogging lightly he hopped into the back of the ambulance sitting down. "Not escaping that easily. All right guys light it up"
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