Chapter 200 : He Didn't Regret Anything

Chapter 200 : He Didn't Regret Anything
Chapter 200: He Didn't Regret Anything 

Gideon

The trial began this morning with the opening statement and the first testimonies. The doctor explained the state my body was in when he examined him both times and showed a lot of pictures that made everyone wince. Jacob spoke of the assault outside of my club with the video surveillance as evidence and now it is my baby’s turn. After this, defense will call their witnesses, mostly the jerk who took part in tne gang-rape and will try to make the jury believe it was all consensual. I know his lawyer has tried to approach a few members of the club, Max in particular to try to make them talk about bdsm but thankfully, I am fully protected by the non-disclosure agreement everyone had signed. My own lawyers made it pretty clear that we would sue the defense for slenderness if they began to make up rumors about my nightclub without solid evidence.

There was an eerie silence in the courtroom when my baby finished describing Asher’s attempt to kill him. He managed to tell everything without breaking apart but the hardest is yet to come. 

“No further questions, your Honor.” The prosecutor says, before the judge invites the bastard’s lawyer to ask his own questions.

“Mr, Sparrow.” He began.

“Do you enjoy having rough sex?” 

Talk about being blunt, who does he think he is, exactly?

“Under the right circumstances, yes.” My baby replied after taking a deep breath.

The prosecutor warned him this asshole would try to crawl under his skin with annoying questions and advised him to stay calm and courteous.

“And do you enjoy having sex with multiple partners?” He kept on.

He is trying to make my baby pass for a slut in the eye of the jury.

“When it is in a consensual setting where none of the parties are hurt, emotionally or physically, yes.” My boy answered as if he was discussing the weather.

“Then what exactly you didn't like on the new year's eve? You had both the roughness and the number of participants.” The asshole said with a smirk. A fucking smirk.

“Are you deaf or just plain stupid?” My boy responded.

So much for courtesy but that is obviously well deserved and makes half of the courtroom chuckle.

“Please, answer the question and refrain from insulting me.” The defense lawyer countered.

“Given the fact that my previous answer contained the word under the right circumstances, consensual and not being hurt, calling you deaf or stupid is more a statement of fact than an insult.” My baby replied.

“But since you seem a bit slow, and as I already explained in my testimony before. I didn't enjoy being forced into it when I was not in any kind of mood to have sex and clearly stated so. I didn't enjoy being raped repeatedly that night, I also didn't enjoy being hurt and unable to sit or properl walk for the next weeks.” 

The whole speech is delivered in a cold anger that I would not have believed him capable of. It clearly sets the asshole of a lawyer off and it takes him a while to recover. He keeps asking personal and embarrassing questions, trying to twist the facts to make it appear that my baby was actually agreeing to what Asher did to him. My boy counters blow for blow, insisting on the absence of consent on his side.

“Then why did you obey your boyfriend's command if you weren't in agreement?” The bastard asked angrily at some point.

“Because Asher made it appear as if I had no choice.” My boy replied.

For the first time since he started his deposition, he looked at his ex in the eyes while he answered.

“I was punished if I didn't comply with his demands. He had isolated me from my friends, made sure I had quit my work and kept repeating to me I was worthless and unable to live on my own and did all of this so that I thought I had nowhere else to go. If I hadn't been offered an exit, I would have probably committed suicide.” 

I can't see the expression Asher wears but it doesn't seem to be the one my boy hoped for as he falls in tears at the end of his response.

“Your Honor, the defense lawyer has been badgering our witness since the beginning of his cross examination.” The prosecutor intervened.

“I would like to object to that line of questioning if he doesn't have any point to make.”

“Agreed,” the judge said.

“Please, refrain from badgering the witness.” He scolded the lawyer who quickly stopped asking questions after this.

My baby walked out of the stand and rushed to my side, I put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him against me, pecking his forehead.

“You were great, baby.” I praised him.

“You slaughtered the son of a bitch.”

“Thank you, daddy.” He whispered, still sobbing a little.

“He doesn't regret anything,” he continued.

“I was hoping he would realize what he did somehow but when I looked him in the eyes earlier, it was horrible. It was as if I was a piece of trash not a victim.”

“But you still told him what you wanted to, you were so brave, baby.” I comforted him.

“Don't worry about him, he can't hurt you anymore. He will go to jail for a long time.”

There was a small pause for lunch after this, Asher's parents once again apologized to my boy and congratulated him on his testimony. Two of the boys who participated in his gang-rape also come forward, looking down and present their excuse for the assault.

“I am sorry, I was drunk. I didn't realize you weren't consenting.” They both said.

They were sure lucky my baby decided not to press charges against the bunch of them because nothing excuses what they did. Shit, how could they not realize something was wrong when they saw him tied to the bench like that? 

“That is okay,” Callan said.

“No, it is not.” I growled.

“Your apology is better than nothing, but it doesn't make for the fact you raped him. Now get the fuck out of here before I get violent.” 

The look on their faces as they scurry away was priceless.

“You didn't need to bet all Dom on them.” He said to me.

“It wasn't their fault, it was Asher.” 

“Nobody hurts you without dealing with my wrath afterwards.” I replied.

“They should have checked for consent themselves.” 

The afternoon is quick, fortunately. The defense only has witnesses friends of Asher that participated in the gang-rape. Their weak testimonies are easily crushed by the prosecutor and then it is time for the closing statement before the jury leaves to deliberate. It doesn't take them more than an hour before coming back with a verdict. Guilty on all charges, Asher will spend the foreseeable future in jail. 

After this rather taxing day, my baby isn't in any mood to go to the club, so we spend the night in the house, cuddled together on the couch as we watch some movies or play videogames. French kisses are still out of the question but I pecked my boy on the lips countless times.