They also stood up in no time, “You fucking bitch!”

“Yes! I am a bitch! But I am not your bitch!”

One of the cops approached me and pulled me by the arm, “Who do you think you are! Have you forgotten we’re cops!? Do you want to get locked up!? You’re nothing but a filthy piece of trash!”

I groaned when I felt a spang of pain when he held my arm fiercely. Still, I didn’t show any sign of fear.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m a filthy piece of trash! It doesn’t mean I would let myself be sexually vexed by you assholes!”

He raised his hand. I closed my eyes because I saw that he was about to slap me.

I was ready to feel the pain, but suddenly someone pulled me from behind and moved me away from the palm that would have smacked my cheek.

I blinked and looked at who mediated between me and the police. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes when I realized who it was.

“Hit her and I will blow your head off,” his voice sounded dangerous.

It’s either I am delusional, or I’m actually seeing this now. A sex doll is actually. . .protecting me?

The two cops were also stunned like me.

I looked at the sex doll again. I hadn’t seen him here in the living room when I came out of the bedroom. Where did he come from? He’s like a mushroom that would suddenly appear out of nowhere!

“I thought the landlady said there was no one else in the apartment?” the policeman whispered to his companion, but I heard him.

“Who are you?! Why are you with Miss Angeles? As far as what the landlady said, she’s not with anyone here! Looks like you really were involved in the murder!”

I’m beginning to be irritated.

They’re trying to reverse the situation by using the investigation to get us into a precarious position.

Looks like there is no one else who can help me in this situation right now, if not for myself. Everything will only get more chaotic when we are stressed as murder suspects.

I have no choice but to just do the favor demanded by these maniac assholes to end the conversation.

I was about to walk towards them when the sex doll uttered some words that left me dumbfounded, “Why does the landlady have to know? She has no business with her tenant’s affair. It would just be inappropriate for her to mind that her tenant is living with another person. My girlfriend has every right to let me live in her apartment because she’s paying for this apartment, isn’t she?”

I couldn’t move an inch because of what’s happening. I can’t even believe it to begin with.

“There’s no CCTV record that you came to the building! How did you get to Miss Angeles’s apartment!”

My forehead furrowed while speaking inside my brain. Most likely, he came packed in front of my apartment door!

“I went here from the rooftop,” the sex doll answered.

Rooftop?

I was slapped by his answer. It seems like I was expecting too much from the IQ of this sex doll that I forgot he was just a machine.

The two cops chortled.

“Rooftop?! Are you kidding us?! What did you do?! Flew like a bee?! Call Chief! tell him we have a person of interest!” one of them commanded the other.

The policeman ran out while the other one was left behind and smiled at the sex doll who was with me, “You’re quite savage. You want a unique woman. You want the one that is torn and loose. The one that the whole town has tasted and passed around every single day. How many times a day do you own her?”

It was as if I was being stabbed as I heard the words he said. I can’t retaliate because it’s true. How many times have I heard such words? I try to ignore it, but it still penetrates.

“I copulate with her one hundred fifty degrees than any one-inch dick bastards like you could satisfy her.”

My eyes widened at the crisp of his answer, especially when I saw the police’s face turned purple because of it.

Wow. This sex doll knows how to deal with craptalks.

“What the hell did you say?!” the cop uttered in a loud voice

.

I saw him form a fist and was about to punch the doll, but suddenly the door opened, and other policemen came.

I was mute. I was just staring at the doll, in awe of his existence. This is so weird.

“What happened to you, PO2 Ramirez? Why are you wet?” asked a policeman who had just arrived. The policeman who interviewed us stood up, and suddenly the wolves in them became the gentle sheep.

“Nothing, Sir. My hand just slipped and I spilt the juice I was drinking. This is Miss Angeles, she has been in this apartment for five years. She denies that she knew the victim even though she has lived opposite door. This man is Miss Angeles’s partner. The landlady told us earlier that Miss Angeles is the only one living in the apartment, we were just surprised that he was with someone even though we did not see the man enter the building on CCTV. When we asked him how he got in, he said he went through the rooftop.”

The chief they were referring to looked at us intently, “Invite the landlady here.”

One of the policemen followed him and went out to ask the landlady. He also commanded all the policemen who were in my apartment to leave the room. Leaving only the three of us.

The chief also introduced himself to us first.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Angeles. I hope we can just cooperate with the police. Can I find out the identity of your partner?”

I was in a hopeless case. It seems like it’s the time that I should tell them the truth.

Hoping they will understand that someone really owns a sex doll as I do. Maybe they will get it because I’m a sex worker.

“Do you have any identification card? Or anything that could be a proof of your identity?” the chief asked the doll beside me.

“The truth is-” I was about to speak, to tell the truth, but the sex doll next to me answered.

“I have. What kind of identification, officer?”

I stopped and nervously looked at the doll. W-What?

“Anything will do,” the chief says.