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Day #4: P. Diddy vs Cassie Ventura 🥊

Day #4: P. Diddy vs Cassie Ventura 🥊

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 Dear Permission to be Powerful Reader,The fourth day of Sean “Diddy” Combs’s federal sex-trafficking trial dawned with a tense hush in the Manhattan courtroom. U.S. District Judge Arun Subramanian convened early, addressing last-minute disputes before the jury was brought in. Defense and prosecution lawyers had sparred overnight in letters to the court, and the judge was adamant about setting boundaries: he denied a defense request to introduce certain extremely explicit text messages (references to specific sex acts) that he feared would create “unfair prejudice or victimization” of. He also scolded Combs’s attorneys for dumping a trove of 400 documents on prosecutors the night before – “enormous, duplicative” exhibits, most of which would never see the light of trial. The message was clear: the day’s cross-examination of Combs’s chief accuser, Casandra “Cassie” Ventura, would proceed under strict rules of engagement.At 9:30 a.m. EDT sharp, Cassie re-took the stand. The 38-year-old R&B singer – visibly in her third trimester of pregnancy – smoothed her form-fitting gray turtleneck dress and draped a long dark jacket over her shoulders as she settled in. Despite the life-altering stakes, she appeared composed, folding her hands atop the swell of her belly. Combs, 55, watched intently from the defense table, his chin resting on one hand. Dressed in a tailored suit, he cut a calm figure, betraying little of the pressure. The jurors filed in, and a packed gallery of onlookers did the same – Combs’s mother and sons among them, along with Cassie’s husband and supporters, all bracing for what promised to be a dramatic confrontation.With everyone seated, Judge Subramanian’s gaze swept across the courtroom. “Counsel, you may proceed,” he nodded to the defense table. Attorney Anna Estevao rose, a thick binder of papers in hand. Cassie clasped a tissue in one hand – a small white anchor for the emotions under the surface. The duel was about to begin.Estevao’s strategy became evident immediately: she intended to turn Cassie’s own words against her. In a gentle, almost friendly tone, the defense lawyer began reading aloud from years-old emails and text messages between Cassie and Combs. These messages ranged from tender proclamations of love to shockingly explicit sexual entreaties. Estevao read Combs’s lines, and Cassie, under obligation, read her own responses, her voice clear but subdued. Jurors leaned forward as this intimate correspondence unfolded on their monitors.“In August 2009, Mr. Combs asked you when you wanted the next encounter to be. Do you recall your reply?” Estevao inquired.Cassie nodded faintly. On the screen, a text bubble appeared. “I’m always ready to freak off,” she read aloud, the slang term “freak-off” hanging in the air.A ripple went through the courtroom. A few jurors exchanged glances; one woman juror pressed her lips together and shook her head as the explicit phrase appeared. Combs’s lawyers have insisted all these notorious “freak-offs” – multi-day, drug-fueled sexual encounters involving hired male escorts – were consensual adventures in a swinger lifestyle, not crimes. The defense now seized on Cassie’s own enthusiastic words to support that narrative. Two days after that 2009 exchange, Estevao noted, Cassie had sent Combs another salacious message. Cassie read it softly, cheeks warm: “Me too, I just want it to be uncontrollable,” she had written to him. In the text thread, Combs responded with evident eagerness.Estevao paced casually before the witness stand. “Those were your words, Ms. Ventura. ‘Always ready to freak off.’ And ‘uncontrollable’ – sounds like anticipation, even enjoyment, doesn’t it?” she posed, arching an eyebrow. Her tone was polite, almost conversational. Cassie shifted in her seat, aware that dozens of eyes were fixed on her.“Loving FOs – freak-offs – were just words at that point,” Cassie answered.Explaining that she often told Combs what he wanted to hear. The truth, she had testified earlier, was far darker: he coerced and blackmailed her into these orgies throughout their 11-year on-and-off relationship. But now, under cross-exam, Cassie had to acknowledge her intimate messages without the full context of fear behind them. As more exchanges flashed on the screen – some romantic, some pornographic – Estevao’s reading and Cassie’s responses began to feel like a disturbing call-and-response. At times the scene was bizarrely cordial; the lawyer’s voice was gentle, and Cassie even smiled thinly at a few memories of sweeter moments. The atmosphere grew so disarmingly collegial that it felt “like two friends chatting,” as one reporter would later put it.Yet the undercurrent of menace remained. After one especially graphic text sequence, Cassie paused. “Judge, may I…take a short break?” she asked quietly, her composure finally fraying. In that...

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