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Officer James

‘I am asking you for the last time, Kira, who were you supposed to meet?’ shouts Officer James at me and I sob, again.

I am so scared and helpless. Even though I am telling the truth, no one is ready to believe me.

‘I don’t know officer. He was supposed to find me. Please believe me, I know nothing about him’ I say the truth but he chuckles in reply, not believing in me.

He then gets towards the door and closes it from inside, while I sit tight in my chair, with my handcuffed hands on my back, and gasp a mouthful of air of what was coming. He has locked the door, that isn’t a good sign. He doesn’t want others to see what he will do to me now.

The last half an hour was the most embarrassing and scary moment of my entire life because not only I was interrogated like a serial killer, there was also violence against me.

After the lady officers found drugs with me, they made me strip completely in the airport itself, trying to see if I was carrying any other illegal thing. I can’t describe how humiliated I was in standing naked in front of 3 ladies who were shouting at me time after time, compelling me to tell the truth.

There were several questions I was asked like if I had some other friend in a plane that had something similar like me, like who I was supposed to meet here and who sent me with the packets. I tried to answer everything honestly but with such low information, they hardly believed in any of my answers.

Frustrated of my identical response to each of their questions, they finally called an officer, Officer James, who’s expert in interrogation and handled me to him, who escorted me to his office, the State’s Police Station.

Now I am in an interrogation room with an empty table and a glass of water before me while James has a paper and pen in hand. I am sitting in a chair in just my bikinis, with handcuffed wrists on my back while he’s been questioning all about me, like my work, life, place and even some personal questions like my love life, financial status, criminal record, etc., while I am answering every question with honestly but it looks that he isn’t satisfied by my answers.

Time after again he repeats the same questions, and I answer the same to him, and I think the reason for that is he is checking my veracity.

Well, out of all questions he asked, the main question is about the man I was supposed to deliver the package, the one who was supposed to find me, but sadly I have no information about him. I don’t even have his number, neither do I know how he looks but who would believe me now, after I have been convicted of drug smuggling.

It’s hot here, my face is once again sweaty and I feel out of strength, out of energy.

After locking the door from inside, Officer James pulls his chair nearer to me and sits just inches away from my face. I am so nervous now, because his intentions don’t look good. Moreover, I am just in bikinis, and my hands are also tied. I have a zero chance to save myself from whatever he intends to do with me.

God, help me now.

‘So you say you know nothing about the person who was supposed to meet you’ he says.

I slow my breath, nod for once.

‘And you traveled 300 miles, just to meet a stranger’ he says, bringing his face near mine.

I am so much scared now. I can even feel his breaths on my face while he stares directly on my face. I could sense his rage, his rising anger towards me but I have no more answers because I’ve already told him everything I know.

‘Do you think I am a fool?’ he whispers but before I could even respond, ‘Do you think I am a fool?’ he shouts in my ears and I scream with scariness.

My heart pounds due to that sudden shout and I feel my hair getting erected. Then all of a sudden comes in my back and grabs my hair to pull me back towards him. The chair gets tilted and I hold myself to maintain balance, as I can fall anytime, and I don’t even have my hands to save me.

‘I was so nice till now but I think you don’t deserve kindness’ he says and pulls back my hair so harshly that I almost slip off my chairs but didn’t fall, because he keeps holding my hair firmly, not allowing me to get in the floor.

Due to immense pain of hair pulling, I scream with all my strength and somehow balance myself and place my legs in the floor again, while he kicks the chair off my buttocks.

‘You filthy girls understand only one language, a language of torment’ he shouts and makes me kneel in the floor without letting my hairs go.

‘Ahhhh…ouch’ I make a series of useless moans while he continues torturing my head.

It’s so painful and so full of humiliation. I’ve never been treated like this before, not by my teacher, not by anyone I know. It’s a torture, torture full of humiliation.

I cry with eyes bursting with tears. I scream and beg for mercy, but he shakes my head harshly via hairs for half a dozen times, leaving me in a living hell, while I keep shouting with the unbearable sufferance.

It was just for a few seconds but it felt like hours. As he finally leaves my hair, I bend and lie on the floor and cry like a kid. My head has gone numb and it’s hard to open eyes, as everything looks blurry. I never had my hairs pulled, and that too with so much power. It was full of violence and anger and I now feel m body getting loose. I don’t even have the liberty to touch myself as my wrists are still handcuffed in my back.

Well, it’s not over and I can nearly breathe.

With eyes like a devil, he once again comes near me and grabs my hurt head again.

‘Ahhhhh…..please’ I whisper without much strength while he pulls me up to make me stand but before that could happen, someone knocks the door.

Finally, some relief!

I lie flat on the floor and take a deep breath to collect pieces of me. I am unable to think, unable to stand on my own. I have nothing left now and all my dignity and self-respect have been ripped to pieces.

With blurry eyes, I try to see what was happening in the door, but I couldn’t figure much. The only positive thing I saw was leaving of Officer James. I once again took a deep breath but before I could’ve relaxed further, two officers came inside and helped me to sit on the chair.

God knows who they are and what will they do with me.

Then one of them grabbed my tied hands and pulled me towards himself, forcing me to go with him. With fumbling steps, I followed him wherever he took me. It was yet again a shameful moment because he made me walk with tied hand and just in bikinis, in front of all staff at the police station.

With hairs scattered all over my body and blurry eyes, I can see people’s eye staring at my semi-nude body, at my helplessness, at my tear wet cheeks. I feel like an animal in a salutary house, where customers inspect the size and freshness of an innocent being. This is a police station and it’s supposed to protect people, to make them feel safe but I feel just the opposite, because I cannot see sympathy or pity in any of the cop’s eyes. Everyone is looking me like I am some serial killer, a murderer.

I feel so ugly, so disrespectful and I also disgust myself for bringing me to such a place where I can’t even ask for help.

Ahhh…it’s so embarrassing and I am so ashamed.

God knows what’s coming for me because I can sense a hell that awaits to welcome me.