Emily Simpson

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you, ma'am.

Then, after Marisa, it was finally Saskia's turn.

With her paper shaking in her hand, she walked up to a table between the prosecution and the defense.

Her body was angled towards the judge, but really, she wanted to deliver the speech to Mike.

I knew not to expect any empathy or remorse, and I think that drove me even more.

The only thing that I can get is for him to have to sit with what he did to me.

Let me start by saying there's not enough jail time for you that will make me feel safe or give me back what I had before you victimized me.

You deserve the maximum possible sentence.

You pretended to be a loving husband, and yet you were my attacker.

I posted pictures and videos of your crimes against my body on the internet for people to watch.

I suffered embarrassment and shame that I don't deserve.

I never deserve it.

Maybe the worst part was when I woke up to catch you filming me and then to finally see evil in your eyes, and that's exactly what I saw.

No remorse, no caring, no sympathy, a cold and empty man.

You pretended to support me through my ups and downs, never once letting on that you were using me.

I had no idea that the cause of my misery was lying in the bed next to me.

You deserve to go to jail with the people who are real dangerous to society.

You're a dangerous person who preys on vulnerable and trusting people.

You're a sexual predator, Michael Lovingood.