"So, Ethan as I was saying," continued Att. Kenya who was cross-examining him, "My client, Elena said that you got on top her forcefully. Do you deny this?"
Ethan looked at Elena trying to find a glimmer of remorse from her. He skimmed at her afraid of answering the question. He wanted to tell the truth, everything it dealt with, and be done with it.
"Yes, I deny. I did not get on her forcefully. We had consensual sex... I mean it." Ethan's words continued to stab Elena like a sharp knife through butter. She could feel the tears coming again.
"So, if it were consensual as you have stated, then would you mind explaining how her face was found with slap marks and also tell us about the bruises on her body. Here and here and here." She told him as she showed him the photographs. Her face had been badly damaged that day. He could tell that she had been in pain.
"I-I don't know how they got there. Maybe she had gotten into a fight at the party, I don't know." Some people in the gallery guffawed.
Att. Kenya smirked. "She left the party looking perfectly okay as her friends and some of the people who watched you two go away stated. She was fine when she left. She wasn't though when the police stopped by your house and ordered you to come out."
"I-I... I don't know how they got there. But I did not slap her." He tried to lie but the slapping had no excuse of his own convention. Att. Kenya glowed inside. He had got him!
"And what about the rest of the marks on her body? How can you justify your actions to those?"
"Rough sex, adrenaline perhaps. It's sex, come on... sometimes it gets so good that overboard. But it wasn't anything more than that."
"So you admit that you hurt her and ended giving her those strange marks?"
"I wasn't hurting her! It was just good sex." He buffered. His eyes somehow found Elena again at the gallery. They were always turning to her. She just shook her head as tears slid down her face again before she buried herself in her palms and cried softly. And the guilt never stopped banging him to open the doors; to showcase itself for how sorry he was. Mrs. Jenna smiled internally. The boy was just screwing up. She found it humorous, just too funny. She looked at Paul and he was calmer, seeming to be in control of the situation. He was hiding something. She felt it!
Att. Kenya wasn't done with him. She was going to break him. Root and stem. "Ethan, the medical reports show that Elena had some wounds in her sexual organ area. The doctor states that there was forced penetration into her vagina that accounted for the bruises. Yet you tell us...what? What did you tell the court?"
"It was her first time. Obviously she was going to feel pain." Ethan shrugged.
"But not to the degree of having a wound...let alone multiple ones."
"Some vaginas are different Attorney Kenya. If you know what I mean."
"Do you know the liability of your events is poor Ethan? Do you? You don't know how she got the slaps on her face when you two were together, you say the marks on her body were not intentional while you did what you did and that the wounds in her sexual organ were not a fault of your own cause. And somehow you cannot explain all of these?" She sounded affirmative. She had him trapped in his web of lies.
Ethan gazed at her longingly in a strange look in an attempt to scour off what she was building up against him. He could render where she was heading with her questions. He didn't answer.
"Here's what I know. I'll give you a better one; here's what I know happened." Attorney Kenya drawled at him. "You got angry with your sister's behavior of being in a party of people older her age. So you decide to go away and bring Elena with you, but don't forget, you still have the anger in you. So when you get there, she flirts with you, which seemed normal to me up to that point. And when you found the opportunity you mount on her, with your anger accounting to the factor that you're maybe twice her strength? You tie her to the bed, slapping her as she refuses to cooperate. You get on top of her forcefully and tore the dress apart and had your way with her. You pressed hard on her as she tried to get away, hurting her even more hence the bruises. And when the police finally show up, you ran away."
"I totally disagree! The ropes were already on the bed! She told me to tie her up with them!" He groaned. Att. Kenya just smiled on, she was too happy with this case or rather how she was breaking him apart at the final moment.
"Do you know how long it takes a woman to reach her orgasm, Ethan?" She asked him smiling in the end. Elena got her face back at the two from where it had been earlier; hiding in her palms. The orgasm thing was back, but not on her as the point of focus this time.
"No..." he answered shamefully.
"It differs in women, some it takes a longer time, some short. But for a girl like Elena, I can only imagine how long you were on top of her when you did your act on her, and how painful it was for her before reaching that particular stage of 'sexual satisfaction', because she did. And when it gets there, some women offer no resistance to what their bodies are being subjected to, and she was one of them. Unfortunately. During this time, the wounds started, then her 'wetness' followed and finally, her orgasm which if I can guess correctly took a while before reaching there. At this point, there was nothing she could do but feel it. And so you continued, again and again, and again! What do you say of that?"
"She was enjoying it from what I can tell." He answered rudely, not expecting such a question to be thrown at him. Elena finally understood why the two attorneys on her side were so much about the topic. The doctors had come up with a timeline of how the events had happened to her. It was enough time for him to get her in that state of sexual satisfaction, clearly matching up with the witnesses' testimonies of when they had the cries and screams; when she wasn't up for the act itself and when they died out because she had finally reached that state. Everything made sense! Att. Kenya walked away from him smiling, knowing that she was strangling him of non-legitimate excuses. She walked back to the prosecution desk and took a recorder and stepped to the front.
"On my hand is an interrogation audio recorder from West Precinct Police Department. You will hear yourselves of how Ethan Purcell himself confessed to the charges brought against him during an interrogation with Officer Jensen Ackles."
She continued talking of some details like when it was recorded among other things. She played the device and the people listened to the lengthy conversation. Ethan had left nothing out, except the fact that Ingrid was pregnant. The audience gasped. Paul face palmed himself in regret and despair. Mrs. Jenna laughed internally once more. She was really enjoying Paul's battering. They listened to the whole of it; of all the horrors he had done to her on that day. And when it was through, Att. Kenya asked Ethan about it but he lied that the police were tough on him and had forced him to say what he said. Everyone knew that the poor man was guilty and was just making a fool of himself. Paul had no further words, witnesses, hard evidence or any tricks up his sleeve. His battle wasn't going to be won the legal way today. But then the thought of Mrs. Jenna stormed his mind. She looked happy at the fumbling team of the defendants. Paul wasn't sure now whether she was planning on doing something with the case, or whether she had already. But she had promised him that she wouldn't involve herself in any way whatsoever. He wanted to trust her, but Mrs. Jenna was a conniving woman. He kept wondering if she was up to something.