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Handcuffs and ThreadShe didn’t feel it right away; I could tell. It took her a second to comprehend that there was something on her feet that hadn’t been there before.
The officer’s face curled into a sinister sneer.
“So, six-oh-seven, you decided to do it again?”
Do what? I thought. I didn’t do anything!
She immediately gestured me out of the pin-straight line and directed me to a tight, gray room.
“Stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes with the tools.”
What did she mean by tools? Torture tools? There was a lump in my throat that refused to budge.
The door shut with a lonely, metallic “clunk”. The room was very brightly lit, but I couldn’t quite find where the light was coming from. My eyes traveled down to my own hands, twisted and tangled hopelessly in my lap.
Suddenly, I comprehended an image.
The image of my mangled, dirty hands.
Wrapped tightly in heavy, black handcuffs.
I gulped, and felt the sharp edge of the knife leaning against my neck again.
Suddenly, a thread of light appeared from where the door once was, and the emptiness in the room was replaced by the towering figure of Officer Juno.