Susan Masters stood waiting for the elevator to take her down to her car. She knew she shouldn't have come to the courthouse today but she wanted to know what the judge was going to sentence the man who had brutally raped and murdered her sister.
She had sat in that courtroom as he was brought in by one of the guards. When he saw her, he leered making her shiver as he sat down next to his attorney. Mitchell Larkin was a powerful man physically. He was 5'11" and at least 200lbs of pure muscle. His coal black hair hung down past his shoulders, while his steel blue eyes locked on her until the guard pushed him into his seat.
He had sworn up and down through the trial that he was innocent. Yes he had slept with Jasmine but it was consensual and that when he left she was asleep. He had gone back later looking for his wallet which he thought he had dropped at her place. The door was unlocked so he had made his way into the house, calling her name.
He found her with her throat slit lying tied up on the bed. She was still alive but barely, he had tried to stop the bleeding, (that was how he explained her blood on his clothes and hands) but there was nothing he could do. He was calling 911 when she died before his eyes.
Susan didn't believe a minute of it. The autopsy showed that her sister had been raped, there was major tearing in her vagina and the only sperm they found belonged to Mitchell. She had also been beaten violently, although there were no defense wounds on her body which didn't make sense. Her sister had always been a fighter.
She kept her eyes forward as the judge moved to the bench. She felt Mitchell's eyes move over her again as the judge asked him if he wanted to say anything before sentencing. She closed her eyes when he stood up saying once again that he didn't do this. That was too much for Susan, she had walked out of the courtroom without ever hearing the sentence.
The elevator doors opened just as she heard the commotion behind her. She started to turn to see what was going on when she felt herself shoved forward roughly. She fell to her knees in the elevator. Turning, she screamed as the door closed with her trapped inside with Mitchell.
"Shut up." He growled slapping her across the face as he pushed the next floor down button then shortly after the elevator started to move, hit the emergency stop.
They were suddenly flooded in darkness. She kicked at him when he picked her up in his arms, holding her tightly against his body. "Knock it off. I'm not going to hurt you." He said against her ear.
She stopped struggling but didn't take her hands off his arm that was wrapped tightly around her waist. "What do you want?" She asked as her voice trembled.
He laughed as he held her tightly against his body. Her legs and arms trapped as the emergency lights kicked in and the emergency phone rang. Mitchell ignored it, pulling her over against the far wall. He pushed her against it, even as he held her pinned with his body. The phone continued to ring but he just ignored it. "I want you to listen to me. I didn't rape and kill her. I had sex with her. That's it."
Susan turned her head so she could look into his eyes. "I don't believe you. My sister wouldn't have touched you. She has always been afraid of big men."
