The policewoman was indifferent and looked at me, “Miss Kennedy, now is not the time to contact your family, please cooperate with us to finish the examination.”
“No way!” I opened my mouth, my eyes felll on the doctor’s phone in his pocket. Almost without thinking, I raised my hand towards the doctor and pushed it over.
Because she was unprepared, she was pushed to the ground, and I took the phone out of his white coat in the process.
But before the phone was opened, it was snatched away. The policewoman was quick, and after snatching the phone, almost without the slightest hesitation, she pressed me to the ground and skewed my hands in the back.
The bones were twisted and my face was pressed against the cold tiles. I tried to speak, but could not say a word.
The voice of the policewoman roared in my ears, “Clara, you are already obstructing my work. I have the right to detain you.”
I pursed my lips because I couldn’t say anything at all, and I was thinking fast about how I should save myself.
Because of my movements, other police officers came over and took me back to the place where I was being held, leaving the lead policewoman, who looked at me and did not say anything.
A pair of cold eyes looked at me, making me a little cold, for a long time, she spoke, “You better stay here honestly, otherwise, we have ways to throw you out of the deep woods, so that you do not know how to live.”
“Heh!” I laughed out loud and looked up at her, “So you’re admitting that you want to add me some crimes? What is this? A frame-up? Or murder?”
She sneered, “It doesn’t matter, you can think whatever you want, but since you’re in here, you should be honest and don’t think about leaving again.”
“Who the hell are you guys? Why do you want to arrest me?” Even if it was death, I think there should be the right to know.
The policewoman shrugged her shoulders and instead raised an eyebrow and smiled, “It doesn’t matter who we are. What matters is that we need a beautiful young woman like you.”
Buying and selling people? Or organs?
I was pale and there were the only two things I could think of in my head.
Seeing my face go white, she stood up and moved closer to me. Her fingers were landing on my jaw, gripping it so tightly that I ached a little.
Frowning at her, “How much money do you want. I can give you.”
She sneered and bent closer towards me. Her delicate features came closer and looked around my face, vaguely with some coldness, “Miss Kennedy, you should be glad that among all the women we caught, you are the luckiest, according to common sense, at this time you have been shipped out of the country.”
I looked at her and my heart thudded, my body trembled a little, with fear and dread.
She retreated to her seat. “Stay here at ease, don’t worry, you can’t die for now.”
Watching her go out, my legs went limp and I sat down violently on the floor.
It’s the 21st century, the legal system was clear in society. Why was there still this kind of thing? Or justifiably took me away?
So, the syringes and Heroin in my bag. I was afraid someone put them there on purpose, so that they had a legitimate reason to bring me in.
They were not police officers at all, but scum living in the shadows.
So, for the few hours I was brought in, they simply didn’t just want to stall, create evidence of my crime for me, and then hold me here.
I have almost no friends or family in City A. If something happened, no one would even look for me or even care if I suddenly disappeared.
That was probably why they found me. Also, what was that thing they injected into my body while I was in a daze?
My whole body was drained of all strength for a moment, without a trace of life.
It was useless, that phone call, which was my only call for help, but I called Andy, hopeless.
I spent the night in the holding cell, as I thought I would, and no one came, let alone a lawyer.
They had the results of my blood test and gave me something else to transfuse, plus found the syringe and Heroin in my bag in full view of so many people at the hotel.
All of these things were sitting there, and to an outsider, it looked like I must have been incarcerated because of my drug.
“Bang!” The lockup door was opened and the lead female police officer came in and gave me an indifferent look.
Then she looked back at the female police officer following behind her and said, “Miss Kennedy’s case has been sat down, you tell her about it.”
“Yes!”
The lead policewoman then went out, leaving the other policewoman looking at me. She took out the document in her hand and handed it to me and said, “Miss Kennedy, this is your trial, you’d better sign it as soon as possible.”
I took a few steps back and distanced myself from her. My voice was trembling a little, “Where are you going to take me?”
She didn’t say anything, and just looked at me expressionlessly and said, “Sign the papers.”
“Where are you taking me?” I ran a little, my voice rising in decibels.
She frowned, obviously upset, and looked at me with her brow twisted into three lines, “Miss Kennedy, sign.”
I shook my head, leaned my whole body in the corner, softened my voice and said, “How much money do you want? I can give it to you. Let me out of here.”
She smiled lightly, but with a bit of sarcasm, and paused before looking at me, “Miss Kennedy probably hasn’t figured out the situation, so to speak to you, I wonder if you’ve heard of many rich girls suddenly disappearing?”
I stared at her, glaring at her. She continued, “People live, if you do something for money, it’s really too vulgar, so we had come not to be driven by money, so, for us, money, it’s really too cheesy.”
Seeing her approaching towards me, expressionlessly speaking the document handed to me and spoke, “Sign it! Don’t delay. I have reminded you, if you are smart enough, you should know that obedience is far longer to live than resistance. As long as they live, there is hope, right?”
This, she said extraordinarily calmly, almost as if she was reasoning with an ordinary friend.
I couldn’t understand what kind of person would say such words so calmly.
Taking a slight breath, I calmed down and looked at her, “So, what do you want to do to me?”
She was a little impatient and handed me the document in her hand and said, “I’ve given you mercy. Do you really think you are some kind of princess queen? If you want to die, just be direct. I don’t mind.”
With that, she had pulled my hair and slammed me towards the wall.
Huge pain made me too late to do any resistance. I had to curl up with hands to protect the head.