[ SCREAM OF THE CRUCIFIED ]
In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
[ opening ]
The aged stone walls echoed with an almost solemn air as Sister Margaret walked through the cloister, enjoying the early morning air. She was an older woman and her hair had grayed with the stress of her years but her eyes were still as sharp and bright as they had been in her youth. She stopped in front of a wooden door, noticing that it was cracked open slightly and the room inside was dark, indicating that it was still occupied. Sister Margaret looked at the watch on her wrist and was surprised to see that it read 8:07. Most, if not all, of the sisters were already awake and moving about at this hour.
"Sister Abigail," Sister Margaret started, pushing open the door and flipping on the light switch, "are you alrigh…" Her words trailed off, dying quickly as her mind struggled to absorb the horrific sight that was laid out in front of her. The woman let out a scream and turned around, running blindly from the room. Her terrified cry echoed through the abbey, breaking the calm silence that had reigned mere moments before.
Her chaotic mind moved her lips to scream out fearfully, "Sister Abigail's dead! She's dead!" She collapsed into the embrace of another sister who had heard her scream and come running along with many others. Sobbing into the other woman's shoulder, Sister Margaret whispered, "Oh, Lord. Save us from the Evil One and his servants…"
Another woman who had arrived when Sister Margaret screamed emerged pale-faced from Sister Abigail's room. Quietly, but firmly, she said, "Call the police."