Recording Begins

“I sit across from Mrs. Lancaster, mother to Mary Lancaster, the time is 9:24 a.m., on Tuesday, November 5, 2024.

“Mrs. Lancaster, can you tell me about your daughter?”

“Very well, absolutely, well, you know what happened, everyone knows what happened, my sweet child, my little daughter, and that orgy, those men, and all that blood. I just ... you just ... everyone knows, they all look at me, stare at me. How do I talk about it? Tell me, how?”

“Take your time, Mrs. Lancaster. Tell me about when she was younger, we know about the situation, but not about Mary Lancaster.”

“Yes, absolutely, she was always such a sweet good child. I mean, she had the usual fights and trouble in school, as all children do, but she cared about her friends, and helped at home, so helpful. And, she loved volleyball and was good at it. I still wish they would have let her play at that damn university. She changed so much there, I mean, it was crazy, how much she became a different person. That place, and those people, so smug, so know it all, they did this to my sweet little girl, they caused this.”

“Take your time, Mrs. Lancaster. You could us about Mary before she left for university.”

“That August and September, the pain when she left, it was rainy like the heavens knew, like God was crying with us, as we watched Mary and her best friend, Kiera, leave. I wish they’d stayed friends. It would have all been different if Kiera hadn’t abandoned her.”

“This would be Kiera Heneski?”

“Yes, they were best friends from kindergarten. Who abandons a friend of fifteen years? Did you know that I once caught them smoking in the backyard? Kiera had stolen some cigarettes and they were smoking, at fifteen! I should have known then that Kiera was a bad influence, but I just thought they were being girls, right? I mean, we all did it at that age. But Mary was so sweet and innocent. It was my fault, she was too sweet, too easily influenced.”

“Do you need a tissue?”

“Yes, absolutely, thank you, her father, Dan, tried to ground Mary for smoking, but I explained how Kiera caused it and Mary was just following peer pressure, it wasn’t her fault. We fought about that but we talked about it, right, because adults talk about their feelings. Why didn’t Mary come to talk to me about her problems at university? She could have talked, I would have understood. I don’t judge like her father.”

“Another tissue?”

“No. No, thank you. She was so different after that first year. My sweet daughter was so distant, and lost, when she returned home, spending more time alone in her room. She stopped eating dinners with us, which was hard, because she was our only child, and I had missed her so much. Even home for the summer I barely saw her. I heard her coming home early in the morning, out with friends I didn’t know.

“I’d confronted Kiera one day at the supermarket about abandoning Mary, but she just stared at me and walked away. What kind of person doesn’t even talk to the parent of her best friend? I have known Kiera since she was little. Hell, she was almost like a daughter to me and she just walked away. Of course, I screamed at her, anyone would scream at someone who acts that rude. She didn’t need to get the police involved, she didn’t need to get my daughter arrested. I know what she did, she used her friendship with my daughter to plant those drugs. I bet she even lured Mary to that party. She was there, Kiera, she was at that party, I know it, how else would the police know to go there?”

“You are referring to the dropped charges of intoxication, possession of drug paraphernalia, and indecent exposure?”

“See, the judge knew that they framed Mary or he wouldn’t have dropped the charges.”

“I believe the prosecuting attorney and the police both agreed to let her off with a warning.”

“See, even they knew, everyone knew. Kiera was such an evil, little girl.”

“Would you like to take a break?”

“No, it just makes me mad. Wouldn’t it make you mad, that Kiera could do something like that? Like a daughter, until she did that.”

“We can have a break.”

“No, I can do this. Mary, that second year she blocked us from her social media, I mean, we don’t stalk her or anything, but it was nice to know what she was up to. We missed our sweet, little girl, she was the love of our lives. Dan created these fake accounts, he’s smart like that and found two different accounts for her, one that we had been following, and another one that someone must have created to slander her, maybe Kiera because it had photos of Mary smoking, drinking, kissing boys, and girls, since high school. Who else would doctor all those photos? I knew they were fake, they had out-of-focus places, and I didn’t recognize some of the girls and guys.

“They can do that now, it’s called deepfakes, and they can even make videos, which, if I didn’t see her body, I would think the video of that night was a deepfake. Someone put Mary’s face on someone else’s body. Hey, maybe it was Kiera’s body. No, they don’t look anything alike, but it was someone else. Mary had a red birthmark on her left hip but the girl in those videos had it on the right side. Whoever made those videos, and those pictures, did a good job, but you can’t fool a mother, a mother always knows.”

“Our visual imaging team determined that the photos, and videos, from that account were not modified.”

“They need to do more research on these things. I’ve read the reports, I’ve researched the technology, people can do that, they have done that, and a mother knows, I know my sweet daughter, and she would never do those things. Maybe they did a good job, or maybe, they were so jealous of her that they did those things. Like that one video from her first year, where they showed those two black men with her, saying those disgusting things about her large breasts and her tight ass, no one who knew her would say those things.”

“We can take a break if you like. Or you could tell us about her childhood. We would like to know more about that.”

“Those men were disgusting. It was so obvious that it was faked. My little girl would never take two black boys like that. I know, because the film never showed her face when they showed those huge disgusting men putting their penises in her vagina and ass. The girl’s screams didn’t even sound like my sweet thing. Dan was so disgusted, as we re-watched the video and noticed that our daughter’s virgin pussy wouldn’t be able to spread that much, and how her ass would have bled to have a penis that big inside it. Only porn stars can take two dicks that size, so we both knew it was fake.”

“Are you sure you do not want a break? You’re starting to breathe hard and you look flushed. We can take a five-minute break if you want.”

“No, I am good to go on. I must go on, as you need to know about her. Not what that disgusting site showed but what she was really like. It just makes me mad.

“Dan found a video someone posted pretending that my daughter was with another girl. Can you believe that? As if my daughter would ever like girls. And using a double-sided dildo? Never! I knew it was fake when they showed my fake daughter eating the other girl’s vagina. The dirty talk was too low-pitched to be my daughter, and she doesn’t even know those words. Furthermore, when that girl squirted into my fake daughter’s mouth, no way would she let that happen. I know, because the girl moaned and liked it, while Dan says that drinking that stuff tastes horrible, and will only do it on special occasions or if he has no choice.”

“Mrs. Lancaster, I think you need to have a break. Your hands are white and you look like you could use a cup of coffee or something to eat, as you are trembling and shifting in your seat. Please, Mrs. Lancaster, do not overstress yourself.”

“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know why I get so upset. I know it’s not her, it can’t be her. I just hate that people would do that to tarnish her reputation.”

“That would be hard for any mother to handle.”

“It was. But it did bring Dan and me closer together. We had long conversations after watching those horrible videos. Oh, and another thing, the girl in those videos had a shaved vagina, while our sweetie did not shave. We know, because as her parents, we raised her.”

“Do you want another tissue?”

“No, but I could use a hug.”

“We are not allowed physical contact with an interviewee.”

“Sure, I understand. It’s just so hard to think about it and talk about it, and Dan’s not here, and...”

“We will take a break?”

“Ok. Yes, absolutely.”

“I am back with Mrs. Lancaster, the time is now 9:44 a.m. Mrs. Lancaster, do you want to tell us about your daughter growing up or more about that night?”

“Thank you for giving me a break. I wanted to tell you that is a stylish suit you have on and you have a stylish haircut. So many officials do not take their jobs seriously enough and let their grooming go. The world needs more people like you. You could smile more, you have such lovely white teeth. You need to show them more.”

“Mrs. Lancaster, we would like you to talk about Mary. Pretend I am not here. If you can continue?”

“I think I can talk about that night. Dan found the live stream of our precious daughter, our sweetheart. She had on a small, orange crop top that all university girls wear, with her beautiful blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. She reminded me of her first day of school. She even wore a similar black and orange, pleated skirt, she had green on her first day, and a long shirt, but it reminded me, that’s how I knew it was my daughter, even if her skirt was too small, all the girls wear them like that now.

“Dan likes it when I wear short skirts like that, though he likes it better when I go commando. Thankfully, Mary, our precious Mary, wore black thong panties, even if her skirt barely covered them. And while I think the skirt is too small for someone her age, Dan rightfully pointed out that the girls nowadays wear them short and I remember what it was like trying to fit in.

“I did worry about her shoes, the heels were way too high and dangerous to walk in, even though she didn’t have a problem. She’s always had great balance that way. I didn’t like that the heels made her large chest thrust out so much, but Dan said it reminded him of me. I have told her so many times that she needs to cover up more or boys will only like her for her breast size.

“Which happened to me, hell, it still happens. That’s why I normally don’t like wearing crop tops in public, because the fabric always hangs off my breasts, and looks too slutty with a bra on. So just like Mary did, I never wear a bra, which stupidly makes my nipples large and erect, just like Mary’s. Her little belly was super cute. Her tiny belly button I had professionally tied to make sure it would look that good, and I’m glad I did. Imagine one of the last images of your little girl is an ugly belly button.

“I guess my little one isn’t so little anymore. I knew she had grown up. I was there, I helped her grow, it’s just hard on a mother, to see her little sweet thing all grown up.”

“Have a tissue.”

“Thanks, I need it. She was with a group of girls that we didn’t know, though one of the girls looked like the girl from the lesbian video, but her hair was darker and twin-braided. She also had sparkles on her cheeks, but her breasts, which almost spilled out of her red string bikini top, looked similar, and she had the same gold, with a diamond, belly button ring. All three of the other girls wore similar pleated, short skirts and very high heels. The other two I didn’t recognize, but Dan thought one looked like the girl masturbating in the background on that fake video showing that slut look-alike giving a blow job to that white-haired professor.

“They were standing outside an ugly dirty black door, waiting to be let in. Now that I think more about it, there must have been five girls, or four girls and a boy, because someone had to be filming. It must have been a guy because the camera spent too much time on the girls’ breasts and asses that peeked out from under their skirts than on their faces. A girl cameraman wouldn’t focus on just those areas. Dan did mention that the video, though live, looked professional, even better than some porn we watched.

“I don’t know if I can continue, because I still have trouble remembering what happened. If it wasn’t for seeing her in that pool of blood, I wouldn’t believe it was her. My sweet baby would never do those things.

“I think I need a moment.”

“Take your time.”

“This is hard. Can you stop the interview and hug me, I need a hug. I need some support right now.”

“I can not stop the recording, but I guess I can hug you. I can not imagine how hard this is for you. We are not heartless, we just have procedures we need to follow.”

“Thanks, I needed that.”

“For the record, I have hugged Mrs. Lancaster to help her calm down.”

“It’s so nice to feel the touch of another human being after that horror. It keeps flashing in my mind, how blood covered her breasts and pooled in her belly button, so red, and shiny, but also dark, dark like evil, especially, on her white, pale skin. And her eyes, the way they stared at nothing, lifeless. That’s when I knew. Oh, thank you, that memory hurts so much.”

“We are not heartless automatons, whatever you need.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. It’s been so hard since she went off to school, especially, since Dan found those fake videos. I need more comfort and more human contact. Dan has been great and so have our neighbors. Oh, God, that was the worst! Our neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, is a retired engineer. His wife has dementia, and he’s so sweet to care for her. He found one of the videos, the one where that football player-looking guy pissed in my fake daughter’s mouth. He said that he found it while looking up how to better care for his wife, but I think he just likes watersports, which is ok, I don’t mind that type of porn. Dan doesn’t like it, but we each have our kinks.

“Anyway, he called me over and showed me that video. I nearly died. I had to explain how it was fake and that my daughter would never do something like that. He understood and agreed with me. As an engineer, he could point out some flaws in the video, like how part of the stream was angled wrong, didn’t flow right, or didn’t splash properly on her face. It took me a few times to notice those things, but he was correct. He even showed me how it should look with his garden hose, then with a couple of other videos.

“He was like an uncle to Mary growing up. I try to help him and his wife when I can. Mostly, it’s just a caring ear and occasionally, a pair of caring arms to hold him when he breaks down. He’s like my Dan, a real man, not afraid to show his emotions. No afraid to support and be supported.”

“You do not have to tell me this, we just would like to know about your daughter.”

“I know, but this is important. It shows how demented and damaging those bastards were for making all those fake videos. Even my neighbors knew, because Mr. Jenkins’s wife was playing on the computer, not knowing what she was doing, because her mind was not right, and accidentally showed some more videos to our other neighbors. Soon, everyone knew about my sweet, little daughter. It was all they could talk to us about at BBQs and game nights. Dan and I had to set them straight and point out the flaws in the videos to prove it wasn’t our little, sweet girl. Those neighbors helped raise Mary, so they understood and were just as angry. Some started to send us snippets of videos with circles showing the flaws. I’m sorry, I think I am just avoiding talking about what happened at that party.”