Almost two months had passed since Jenn's ordeal at the hands of Jamal and Kira. Jenn hadn't been the same since. After all, as a police officer Jenn was used to being in control of her situations, used to people listening to her, obeying her commands. Of course the job came with a great many risks, but she never thought she would ever be sexually assaulted on the job.
And so, while her fairly minor physical wounds had healed quickly enough, she was still a bit shaken, not quite as confident as she once was. God, she'd even gained weight, probably putting on ten pounds, which she attributed to recent stress eating and skipping the gym.
Her fiance had noticed she was off as well, especially since she hadn't had sex with him since the incident. She wished she could, but even after her STD tests came back clear, she would be plagued with the memory of Jamal taking her on that dirty mattress every time her fiance got close to her.
Jenn hated to think about Jamal telling everyone in jail about what he did to her, and she hoped he wasn't that stupid. But even if he did, Jamal didn't even know her name, she was just another faceless cop. Her real fear was the video Kira had taken. That was proof positive of her violation, and Kira struck her as an irrational and emotionally driven girl, prone to action without thought to the consequences.
So, for several days on some of her slower shifts, Jenn had been sitting in her police car, down the street from Kira's halfway house, waiting for her to leave. She was determined to get the video back and she figured her best bet was simply to fake an arrest and take Kira's phone. Almost an hour had passed and Jenn was about to leave when she finally saw Kira walk out the door.
The raven haired twenty-one year old was wearing a hoodie, torn up jeans, and some sneakers. Jenn recognized her instantly. She let Kira walk a few blocks toward a nearby bus stop, her anger steadily increasing, before she rolled up on her, flipping on her red and blues.
Jenn jumped out of her squad car and Kira had but a moment's recognition before Jenn hit the young girl with her taser, dropping her to the ground. The electrical current stopped and Kira screamed and cowered as Jenn rained down blows until her arms tired - all of her frustration and anger let loose like a flood.
Jenn stopped, she didn't have much time and wanted to get the phone back before someone came by and started recording her for using excessive force. She quickly patted down Kira's pockets but found nothing.
"Where's your phone whore?" demanded Jenn.
"Fuck you," sobbed Kira, "It's not on me".
Jenn was about to hit her again but stopped herself. Not because she felt bad for Kira, but because people who'd heard the commotion were starting to look outside their windows.
"What did you do with it?" whispered Jenn, leaning close and grabbing Kira by the hoodie.
"It's somewhere safe," smirked Kira seeing the onlookers nearby, "And if you don't let me go right now it'll be on the internet before tomorrow morning!"
Jenn wound up to hit her again.
"Fuck," swore Kira. "Fine, you want the phone, you can have it, but you have to fight me for it!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" replied Jenn.
"You heard me," said Kira, "We have unfinished business, so I'll give you the phone if you beat me in a FAIR fight."
"You've got to be kidding me," laughed Jenn, "I would mop the floor with you in a fight."
"Is that so," spat Kira, "That's pretty tough talk coming from a girl I finger fucked not more than two months ago!"
Jenn glowered at the remark but restrained herself from retaliating. "You're on bitch," she said, "And this time there will be no witnesses to stop me from beating your stupid ass!"
Jenn got up to get back into her patrol car and Kira called after her, "The abandoned house, tomorrow at noon, no one uses it anymore."
"Fine," replied Jenn, "No weapons and come alone."
As her adrenaline slowly wore off, Jenn spent the rest of the day thinking about what she had gotten herself into. Was she really going to meet this girl and fight her inside an abandoned house, the same house where Jamal had brutally fucked her against her will?
But the more she thought about it the more she was able to convince herself. Jenn was confident in her fighting abilities and she could get there ahead of time to make sure Kira came alone. And at the end of the day, what choice did she have? She needed that phone and, moreover, she did want revenge on Kira for the part she played in her rape.
Jenn had the next day off work but decided to get up early and join her fiance for a light breakfast before he headed off himself. Andrew was a good man, if a bit boring, and worked as a lawyer in the city. They had only been dating for a year before he had proposed and they had been engaged for almost four months now.
Andrew gave Jenn a kiss before saying goodbye, leaving Jenn alone. She went about her normal routine after that, a morning run followed by a hot shower. As Jenn bathed it was hard not to think of the upcoming fight or of what she went through at the hands of Jamal and Kira. She couldn't help but recall how Kira taunted her, encouraged Jamal, and generally seemed to revel in her rape.
But Jenn was still supremely confident that she would be able to best Kira quite easily. At twenty-seven years old and 5'7" tall, she was six years Kira's senior and had three inches on her. And, if being older and taller wasn't enough, Jenn was trained and exercised regularly, two things she doubted Kira could claim.
At 11:00 am, Jenn dressed in front of her full length mirror. She tied back her long dirty blonde hair and slipped into a pair of slim sport cut black Calvin Klein panties with a white waistband. She put on a sports bra and then pulled on a pair of black lululemon running shorts and a matching blue tank top.
Jenn got to the house thirty minutes early and set up down the road in her car. She watched the house until just before noon when, as instructed, she observed Kira saunter in all by herself, carrying a backpack. Kira was 5'4" tall and maybe 125 pounds. She had long dark wavy brown/black hair which she had left loose and was wearing a loose tank top, apparently no bra, and baggy grey sweatpants with sandals.
Jenn waited five minutes to make sure no one else was around and to let the butterflies clear, and then went into the house herself.
Jenn walked through the front door and was greeted by Kira standing in the nearly empty living room, her backpack in the corner.
"I didn't think you'd show," smirked Kira.
"You'll wish I hadn't when I'm done with you," threatened Jenn as she quickly sized up her opponent.
