Chapter 5: The Aftermath of Depravity

As John finished his assault, he let out a satisfied grunt and pulled out, releasing a rope of semen that splattered onto Emily's stomach. He gazed at his daughter's limp form with a twisted sense of satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The medical team stood by, their faces still expressionless, but their eyes betraying a flicker of unease. "Time to take my daughter home," John said, his voice dripping with entitlement. The medical team sprang into action, quickly wrapping Emily in a makeshift secure wheelchair. The chair was designed to restrain her, showcasing her helplessness to all who passed by. As they worked, John's gaze roamed over his daughter's body, taking in the latex suit that still clung to her, the holes that had been used to facilitate his twisted desires. The wheelchair was little more than a gurney with restraints, and it was clear that Emily would be on display for all to see. The medical team seemed to be in a hurry, their movements quick and efficient as they secured Emily in the chair. John's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched, his gaze lingering on the holes in Emily's suit. As they finished, John grasped the handles of the wheelchair and began to wheel his daughter out of the room. The medical team followed closely behind, their faces still expressionless. The hallway was filled with people, and as John wheeled Emily out, a police officer's face appeared in the crowd. The officer's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of Emily, restrained and helpless in the wheelchair. Her body was on full display, the holes in the latex suit a stark reminder of the depravity that had occurred. But as he gazed at John, he seemed to relax, a smile spreading across his face. "Ah, good job, sir," the officer said, his voice dripping with approval. "Men are taking back their rightful place, I see." John's face lit up with a twisted grin, and he nodded in agreement. The officer's smile seemed to grow wider as he took in the sight of Emily, her body helpless and exposed. "You do what you have to do, sir," he said, his voice low and approving. "Men are back in order, and that's all that matters." As they wheeled Emily out of the building, John felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had done what he wanted, and no one had stopped him. The police officer's words seemed to echo in his mind, a twisted affirmation of his actions. The crowd parted as they passed, people's faces a blur of shock and fascination. But the police officer's smile lingered in John's mind, a sickening reminder of the depravity that had become acceptable.