Guilty under hard evidence of insanity. She couldn't believe the absolute bullshit from that sentence. How can she, a respectable woman, be seen as crazy? If anything it was that sexist idiotic judge who had lost her mind. If only she had gotten to that podium fast enough. If only she could have gotten to land one more solid hit on his face. If only. Jessica wished she could turn back time for that moment. But all she could do was sulk in the holding cell.
She sat in the only metal chair they provided, one of her hands was anchored to the metal table in front of her with a pair of handcuffs. Her red painted lips twisted into a snarl at the sight. The woman had bleach blonde curled hair that was done up in a pristine bun. Several curly strands of her hair were swept over to the side of her face. Jessica carried a beautiful yet professional image to her. She was a woman in her late 20's and living the lavish lifestyle she deserved before this whole debacle with this unruly thug who crossed her at the Mall. Her gray suit jacket and white blouse she wore complimented her bust and curvy figure. Her slacks sheathed her long legs and delicious curves. She had the look of an alluring secretary, the kind you would offer a coffee just to have the chance to talk to her.
Jessica had gorgeous blue eyes that shimmered in the only light shining above her from the ceiling. They hid behind a dark pair of sunglasses that she wore. Eye shadow and other make ups added to her pristine model form. The blonde even had her nails decorated to match her suit, a black sheen with a silver ribbon like design on all ten fingers. She had to dress to impress after all for an occasion such as a court date.
It certainly didn't give her the look of a Madwoman. They were usually raving lunatics who ran around with tin foil wrapped around their heads and screaming non sense at the top of their lungs. They were the kind of people who would try to do something stupid to appease some god or what ever warped religious they believe in. did they really think she fit in to that category. Jessica flexed her fingers into a fist, still fuming at the notion. A trip to the mental institution was probably better than being locked away in some barbaric grimy prison. But it still wasn't a suitable punishment for someone like her. The judge should have just gave her community service for her misdemeanor. But of course, he had to be just moronic as everyone else in the court room.
“where the hell are they?” the blonde grumbled to herself, yanking fruitlessly at the cuff around her wrist. She huffed out an annoyed sigh as she glanced around the mono-toned room. The far wall was completely covered in a mirror, reflected her absolutely irritated image upon its surface. Her eyes narrowed at it with suspicion. It had to be a two-way mirror. “I know you idiots can see me through there,” she barked at the wall, jerking her cuffed hand up as far as it could go in the air before getting stopped by the small chain. “you better release me from this soon. If I start losing circulation because of your neglect, I will press charges on all of you!”
not a single word spoke back to her. Jessica growled in silence. Her heeled feet tapped against the concrete floor impatiently. The sentence was already made. She was suppose to be taken in for an involuntarily committed to the local mental institution. So where were they? All they needed to do was just transport her via car. Her fingers continued to flex as she rolled her eyes at the mirror. She wasn't stupid. The blonde knew for a fact that they were ignoring her from the other side. This was all just to bide their time, to meaninglessly delay on what the tax payers funded their salaries for.
“lazy, incompetent, bastards,” she grumbled next.
The sound of a door opening then cut through the silence, causing Jessica to turn around to the only way inside the room. Several officers walked inside, four in total, female. Each one was dressed in the appropriate uniform. One held a thick white canvas bag in her hands, standing at the corner as soon as she walked in. another walked towards Jessica with a key in her hands. She reached for her cuff and immediately undid the lock on her cuff, freeing her.
“well it's about time you showed up,” The blonde scowled at the silent cop. She yanked her hands out of the cuff the moment it was latched opened. “ Don't you people have any regard for rights? You're lucky I don't ask for your supervisor.”
“I Am the supervisor, Miss Pearson,” one of the officers spoke. Her dark short hair peaked out of her ball cap. Her dark brown eyes kept an intense yet poised gaze upon the blonde as she stood up, rubbing her wrist where the cuff gripped her. Jessica noticed the elegant stripes over her side pocket, showing the rank she held over the others. They stood in silence as she continued. “And this is standard procedure for someone who has been proven guilty of a crime,”
“framed for a crime,” Jessica corrected with a stern tone. “I'm innocent and there's nothing you can say to tell me otherwise,”
“well, either way Miss Pearson, your opinion doesn't matter. You are still going to be transported to the Rosewood Psychiatric Hospital. So I suggest you comply with our orders or we'll have to use force.”
Jessica scoffed at her words, adding a smirk to her response. A nut house? Did they really think they were going to intimidate her with such a place? All she had to do was prove to the shrink that she wasn't insane and she'll be back at in home in no time. This was almost too easy. And to think the judge thought he was going to scare her by sentencing her to be committed. What a child. The blonde crossed her arms at the group of officers as one of them closed the door to the room. “so why don't you do your job and lead the way, Officer?” she sneered with confidence. “frankly, I don't wish to waste anyone's time.”
“there are a few procedures we must do before we can properly process you however.”
The blonde quirked a brow suspiciously. “and those are?”
“Firstly, we're going to need you to strip from your clothing. All of it.” Jessica's jaw dropped with disgust. Yet the officer's face did not waiver one bit. She had to be joking, the blonde thought. Why the hell would a cop ask someone to get undressed. She went speechless. Her voice went silent, unable to project words. “ I advise you not to be difficult, Miss Pearson,” the officer's gaze sharpened as she continued. “ we will use other means to ensure you are processed properly. One of the other officers then revealed a small syringe full of clear liquid from her uniform pocket. Her thumb rested upon the plunger as she armed herself.
Jessica's face continued to twisted with abhorrence. A part of her wanted to scream and shout at this absurd order. It was so tempting to. How dare they try to humiliate her on her way to the mental hospital. Glaring at the commander, she spouted “fine,” at them before shrugging off her suit jacket and placing it on table. “but I'll be billing your department for any damage or dry cleaning that needs done with my suit. This piece is worth more than your yearly salaries combined.”
“oh I can only imagine, Miss Pearson,” the officer commented.
The high classed woman muttered to herself as she unbutton her blouse, angrily tossing on to the table. More of her body was revealed with each article of clothing she took off. Her flawless radiant smooth skin showed with in the light. Her figure was slim and elegant. But with each piece of her ensemble that she took off, more of her irritation began to show. Slowly, she shimmied out of her slacks, bringing them to her ankles and kicking them off into a corner. Her white bra and panties were now out in the open for everyone to see, adding more to the embarrassing situation.
“your undergarments as well ma'am,” the commander stated.
Anger began to seethe from Jessica. Smoke fumed from her ears. She could believe what she told her. How dare she?! Still she complied, reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra strap. From the other side of the table, one of the policewomen had taken the white canvas bag, flipped it upside down, and shook out all of it's contents upon the surface. From the corner of Jessica's eye she could see some sort of bundle of thick white canvas. The officer took the mass and began to unfold it as she slipped her panties down her legs. “this is absolutely disgusting,” Jessica said to the commander. “if you wanted me to change into scrubs, you should have me do it in privacy. I swear when I get back from the hospital, I'll make sure to get you fired for sexual harassment, you...”
The blonde stopped
herself when she saw what the policewoman was unfurling out. Her eyes
widened when she realized what it was. In her hands was a thick
canvas straitjacket. White straps dangled from its extra long
sleeves. More hung from the bottom and the back of the jacket. The
whole garment looked like It had a web of them, unbuckled and readied
to be tightened. The officer then silently advanced towards Jessica
as she stared at disbelief. She took a step away, her hands balling
into fists. But the commander looked back with a poised and calm
gaze.
“Miss Pearson,” she stated. “please put your arms
into the sleeve of the jacket,”
“what the fuck is this?!” she exclaimed out of anger. “is this some kind of joke?!”
“no. it is not,” the commander's voice was flat, serious. “this is standard procedure.”
“you are NOT putting me in that! I have rights, damn it! And I will not be strapped up like some lunatic!”
“we can make this much harder on you if you don't cooperate with us, Miss Pearson,”
the officer with the jacket began to open it up and advance closer to the frightened blonde. Jessica recoiled away, cocking a fist back, aiming a punch at her. “Touch me and I swear I'll get you fired, bitch!” she growled.
“things will be much easier if you just coop-”
“go fuck yourself!”
Wildly, the blond swung out a punch towards one of the officers. But her arms was quickly caught before it could make contact with her. The third one rushed out to seize her other arm before she could lash out and strike, gripping her arm tightly. They both slammed her against the wall. Jessica's legs kicked out towards the officer holding the straitjacket, screaming and shrieking like a frightened animal. She tried to squirm out. But both of them were too strong for her. They kept her pinned, holding her against the wall, letting her thrash and flail her legs like some kind of child being dragged by her mother.
“No!” Jessica yelled out. “Get off me! I have my right, you whores! I swear none of you will amount to nothing In life! You should just be fucking janitors and strippers!” She saw the Commander moved closer to her. And before she could ram her foot into her chest, she snatched in mid air, shoving it away so could get to arms reach of her. The blonde's eyes popped out of her head when she saw the syringe in her hand, cocked and ready to inject. “NO! GET OFF! DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT ON ME, YOU BITCH!!!” the blonde continued to scream only to have her frantic orders and insults be ignored by them all. Silently the commander grabbed a fist full of her hair and jammed the needle right into her neck.
She felt the pinch of the needle. The strange liquid began to drain inside her the moment the commander pressed her thumb down on the plunger. Mortified, Jessica doubled her attempts to break free, thrashing her trapped arms, kicking outwards in the air. Finally, she managed to land one blow, a frantic kick right into the commander hip. Keeling over, she stepped away, holding her side as the blonde continued to fight their grasp.
“GET THE FUCK BACK!” she screamed. “I'll HAVE YOU ALL FIRED! JUST WAIT til I...til I get to your...your...boss...”
suddenly, her moment's began to lessen. Jessica felt light headed. The feeling in her body began to grow fuzzy. The room began to wobble and shaken slowly as she felt herself start to waiver and lose balance. Almost instantly, the strength in her legs began to zap away. The two cops holding her arms began to gently lower her to the ground, letting her lie down as she breathlessly continued her tirade.
“you...bitch...what did...you...”
her vision began to blur. Every muscle inside her began to grow sleepy as the four stood over her, watching her lie on the group, motionless. Shallow breathes inhaled and exhaled from her throat. Her voice grew silent. But deep down, she was screaming, yelling at her body to run, move, or do anything. She wanted to beat that supervisor to death for what she did. Damn that woman!
But all she could do was stare as the officer with the straitjacket come closer, opening the canvas prison in front of her. The others began to circle her. All around her, her world was shifting, becoming dream like. Sounds began to distort. And the blonde could barely understand the supervisor's next order.
“strap her up and get her ready. The van should be here any minute now.”
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