She was just 17 — still a girl, but already carrying the weight of violence no one her age should have to bear. Hoping for safety, she stepped into a police station in Kei Mouth. She believed she was doing the right thing — reaching out, trusting the law.
But instead of finding help, she found a predator.
A 50-year-old police sergeant, a man whose job was to protect, offered to take her statement about an abusive ex-boyfriend. He seemed professional, calm — even drove her in a state vehicle. She never imagined what would happen next.
Behind the closed door of the detectives’ office, he betrayed everything the uniform stands for. He locked the door. And then he raped her — on a table in the station where she should have felt safest.
She fought back with all her strength. She grabbed an empty bottle, hit him, screamed for help. Her voice rang out through the building.But no one came.