This choice: Heather is taken hostage • Go Back...Chapter #6Heather is taken hostage by: Unknown Heather had no idea how long she sat, trying to cover herself, but finally, a woman in a uniform came over to her. This wasn't Samantha, the police officer who had arrested her. This woman was older, shorter, heavy-set. She didn't look like she was wearing her uniform; rather, her uniform looked like it was wearing her.
The woman uncuffed Heather's wrist from the bench. "Stand up,"she said.
Heather did so. She was beginning to hope that she would finally be able to cover herself. These hopes were dashed when the woman cuffed her hands behind her back yet again.
"Is this necessary?"
"We consider you potentially unstable and dangerous," the woman said. "Regulations require us to restrain you."
"Unstable?" Heather said. "Potentially dangerous?"
"That's what we think."
"It's not true," Heather said. "All I want is to be able to put some clothes on." She wished she could use her hands and arms to cover her nudity. She wondered why the police department seemed so determined not to let her.
"I have to do it," the woman said. She took hold of Heather's left elbow with her right hand, and guided her through the large room they were in and down a long hallway.
Everybody got another good look at her naked body, and once again, Heather couldn't do anything about it. With her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn't cover her body at all.
And the room seemed to be filled with hundreds of people, every one of whom was looking at her. Actually, Heather quickly decided, many of them were leering at her. Most of the people who were leering were men, but some of them, she saw, were women.
The hallway wasn't so bad. There weren't as many people in it. There were still some, but not as many.
After a short walk, they came to another room.
The woman holding Heather's elbow guided her to a chair. In front of the chair was a big metal desk. "Sit down."
Heather sat. The woman let go of her arm and started to move to the desk.
Suddenly, there was a lot of shouting, followed by the sounds of running feet.
Heather looked around wildly, just in time to see a large man in a hoodie and jeans, hair disheveled, burst through a door to her right. He had a gun in his hand.
He moved quickly. Sprinting through the door, he ran right to Heather. He grabbed her and pulled her out of her chair.
He spun her around so that she was facing the door he had come through. Heather could see several cops coming through the door. One of them was the woman who had arrested her.
The first three cops slowed down and stopped when they saw the two of them together. The man was holding one of Heather's arms in a tight grip. He was pointing the gun at her head.
"Back off, cops, or the bitch gets it."
The cops stood where they were, watching the two of them. They were all holding guns, but all of them were pointing their guns at the floor.
The man started to back slowly across the floor. Heather had no choice but to go with him.
"I'm out of here," the man said. "I'm taking her with me. If any of you tries to stop me, she gets it."
They started to back toward another door on the far side of the room. The cops weren't moving from their places.
Heather was vaguely aware of sounds coming from behind her. She wondered if there were other cops behind them.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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