"Hey, guys! I found it!" one of the cops said. He popped his head out of the bedroom. Sandra knew before she even looked up. He held a sheet of acid, enough to get her 15 years.
"I swear, it's my boyfriend's! I've never seen that stuff before!" She said, trying to raise her head. A powerful hand held her down by the back of the neck. The cop dangled the sheet in front of her face. Her brilliant emerald eyes looked into his. He was scruffy, and had burn scars on his forearms. Dark glasses covered his eyes, and he smelled of cigarettes.
"Do you know how much time you are going to do?" he asked, swinging the bag so it hit her cheek lightly. Tears came to her eyes. She knew her father could hire the best lawyers money could buy; but would he? "None..." the cop said. Sandra's eyes shot up to his face. He grinned from ear to ear. She felt a hand slowly sliding up and down the exposed curve of her back "...if you cooperate." She looked up at him. She knew that if she said no, then she was going to get raped AND go to jail for 15 years... |