Dear Diary,
I never thought I'd be writing in you about something like this. It all started with a stupid mistake, one that I never imagined would land me in this mess. But here I am, sitting in a cold, dimly lit cell, trying to make sense of it all. It was just another night out with friends, nothing out of the ordinary. We were having a good time, laughing and joking around like we always do. But then things took a turn, and before I knew it, I found myself in the back of a police car, hands cuffed behind my back. The ride to the station was a blur, the flashing lights and the sound of the sirens echoing in my ears. I kept asking myself how I ended up in this situation, but try as I might, I couldn't come up with a good answer. When we finally arrived at the station, I was processed like a common criminal. They took my fingerprints, my mugshot, everything. And then they threw me into a cell, like I was nothing more than a piece of trash to be discarded.
As I sat there in the darkness, trying to make sense of what had just happened, I couldn't shake the feeling of fear that gnawed at my insides. I knew I was in trouble, knew that I had no idea how to get myself out of it. And then he walked in. A tall dark-skinned man with bulging muscles and another bulge I could not keep my eyes off, Officer Jackson. He was the guard who would change everything. He had this aura of power about him, like he was in charge of everything and everyone. I could feel his eyes on me, boring into me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. At first, I tried to avoid his gaze, tried to pretend like he wasn't even there. But it was no use. He had already singled me out, already decided that he was going to make my life a living hell.
"Looks like we have a new guest for the night!" He smiled as he looked through some papers, almost a bit shocked at what he was reading.
"I swear! I didn't do anything wrong! This is all just a big mistake!" I looked down at the floor to avoid looking at his bulge sticking between the bars making it look even more appetizing.
"That's what they all say sweetheart" He smiled as he rifled through the pages, "you wouldn't be here if you were completely innocent though, now would you?"
"Please you have to believe me! I was just a bit drunk but I know I didn't do anything illegal!" I gulped as I tried hard to remember what I could have done, knowing I was in a lot of trouble.
"Hahahaha! You don't even know what you did, do you?" Officer Jackson had a throaty laugh as he got even closer to the bars, keeping the file to the side as his bulge stuck out between the bars, almost as if he was trying to show it off.
"N-no, I guess not" I responded shyly
"I thought so. And it says here you haven't had a cavity search either?"
"Y-yeah, why would I need that?"
"Let me just help jog your memory then." He said as he pulled out his keys from behind and unlocked the cell door.
I pulled my feet up and cowered in a corner, scared he would hurt me. "Please no! Don't hurt me!"
"Hahaha! Don't worry, you're going to join me in another room and I'll explain the situation. If you come quietly, I won't have to restrain you. So, what will it be?"
"I'll come quietly..." I murmured.
"Good girl!" He pet my head as I got up.
