Duration: 10:31
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Submitted: 2 weeks ago
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Lilith comes home to a wrecked place and grabs her phone fast. Drawers dumped out. Cushions flipped. Stuff everywhere. She tells the cops someone broke in and waits in a robe, still breathing hard.
When they walk through the door, it gets awkward quick.
Not broken glass or stolen TVs.
Lace bras on the floor. Thongs hanging off a chair. Toys she forgot she even owned sitting right out in the open.
One officer clears his throat. The other won’t meet her eyes.
Lilith notices everything.
Their uniforms. The way they shift. How flushed they get looking at her mess.
She doesn’t rush to cover it up.
Doesn’t apologize.
If anything, she smiles.
Says she guesses this isn’t normal evidence.
They try to stay professional while stepping over silk and silicone, asking questions, writing notes. Lilith leans in close when she answers. Lets her robe fall just enough.
Maybe the break-in wasn’t all bad.
And maybe she wants to look a little deeper into this investigation herself.