Close up of a man, wearing a pig mask. He steps out of frame, revealing a young woman.

She’s naked and on her knees.

The Pig steps back into frame. He’s naked too, except for a pair of black dress socks and the mask. He’s also sporting a Viagra-fueled erection that’s so engorged it looks like it hurts. He approaches the girl.

I turn from the TV and look around. A room full of detectives and brass are watching. I’m the only woman. My palms are sweating.

On screen, the camera angle changes. Close up of the girl; we’re seeing The Pig’s POV now. Glassy eyed. She’s taken a beating.

More than one, probably.

The Pig’s cock is pressed to the girl’s lips. It’s obvious what he expects, but her mouth stays closed. A small act of defiance. He slaps her so hard that her head snaps out of frame. My stomach twists.

She’s back in frame. Her lips part and I turn my back on the screen. I hear wet, gagging noises.

“Jesus, Cap,” I say. “We get it, for fuck’s sake.” Captain Weaver apologizes and shuts it off. Finally.