Broken Justice

Prologue

The streetlamps cast an eerie glow on the rain-slicked street as Eduardo Bravo hurried to his destination. January in Sao Paulo was hot, and despite the rain and late hour, Eduardo felt beads of sweat forming on his face. Of course, the anticipation of what lay ahead might also have contributed to his current state.

He was in a seedy part of the huge city with the apartment buildings on both sides of the narrow street in a state of disrepair. His expensive clothes would normally have caused him to stand out in these shabby surroundings. Fortunately it was well after midnight and nobody was around to wonder what he was doing in this neighborhood. He tapped the bulge of the Glock in his shoulder holster to reassure himself. If anyone assumed that he was an easy target, they were in for a big surprise.

Finally, he reached his destination. He entered the nondescript building and climbed the stairs to the third floor. His anticipation mounted as he fumbled for the key in his jacket pocket, eventually opening the scarred door to number 307. The small apartment was dark, although a sliver of light shone through the bottom of the doorway that led to the bedroom.

He flipped the switch and blinked as the bright light illuminated the stark room. It was a combination living/dining room, with a small kitchenette off to one side that held the only piece of furniture, a small fridge. He opened the fridge and removed a bottle of ice-cold beer, which he downed in two big gulps.

He approached the door to the bedroom where he hesitated for a moment. He briefly wondered what treat his Arab friends had in store for him tonight. He twisted the handle, opened the door and drank in the sight.

The room was decorated with opulent furnishings, plush drapes, and a large four-poster king-sized bed in the centre. However, the object that received all of his attention was the naked young girl lying spread-eagled on the huge bed. She couldn’t have been much older than twelve or thirteen, with small budding breasts and a hairless pubic region. My new friends sure know my tastes, Eduardo thought.

My new friends sure know my tastes, He felt a stirring in his crotch as he approached the frightened girl. The little blue tablet he’d taken recently kicked in. The girl’s arms and legs were attached by course ropes to the corner posts of the bed and a crude gag covered her mouth. She watched him with wide, terrified eyes as he sat next to her on the bed and stroked her thighs.

After a couple of minutes, he stood and removed his clothing, hanging the items neatly in the closet. Naked and totally aroused, he once more sat on the bed next to the girl. He placed the barrel of the Glock between her frightened eyes and spoke softly in Portuguese. He told her to obey his every command without making a sound, or he’d blow her brains out. When he asked her if she understood, she nodded fearfully.

Satisfied, he removed her gag and she let out a small whimper. He walked over to the small vanity and smiled. Several lines of high-grade cocaine crossed the surface, as well as a fancy crack pipe with several large rocks lying next to it.

He snorted a couple of lines before turning his attention to the pipe. He broke off a large piece of rock and carefully placed it on the pipe, using a lighter to melt it into place. He lifted the pipe to his lips, ignited the lighter and held it to the end. He inhaled the sweet-tasting smoke greedily until he thought his lungs would burst. He held the smoke in for a few seconds before exhaling slowly.

His head spun and his ears buzzed as the potent drug took effect. He attached another large piece of rock to the heated pipe and walked unsteadily over to the bed. He placed the pipe between the girl’s lips and held the lighter to the end. Without hesitation she inhaled the smoke as fast as she could, holding the smoke for about ten seconds before exhaling.

Suddenly, the fear in her eyes was replaced by an almost vacant stare as she smiled dreamily at him. She showed no sign of resistance as he stroked her between her thighs before penetrating her with his finger. She let out a soft moan and whispered to him that she wanted another hit of the pipe. He happily complied, taking another big hit himself.

He untied her bonds and they continued smoking the potent crack until they were both wasted. After a while, he climbed on top of her and eventually managed to enter her. It took him about thirty minutes of violent thrusting before he finally achieved the long-awaited orgasm he so desperately craved. She hardly seemed to notice, as he’d strategically placed the pipe and rocks on the bedside table, which she’d smoked continuously while he did his thing.

After roughly three hours of drug-induced sleep, he woke to find the girl lying almost comatose next to him. The crack was probably a lot stronger than the glue she was used to sniffing, he thought. Without even checking on her condition, he quickly dressed and left, making a phone call as he exited the building. His new friends would handle the clean-up and the girl. He wasn’t concerned that she might recover and leave before then; after all, who would believe her? She was just a street kid, while he was the esteemed Deputy Police Chief of Sao Paulo, Brazil.