The cop snorted and waved his hand at the police woman who stood behind me holding my cuffed wrists. “You,” He looked back to me. “The reason why you’re in here tonight is because you not only assaulted a police officer but you assaulted this man to your left and caused a considerable amount of damage to Celeste’s Restaurant.”
What? Who gave a fuck about the restaurant? Did no-one care that I was assaulted?
“Just hang on a bloody minute.” I objected, stamping my foot a little then realised that my left shoe was missing and me stamping my bare foot against a concrete floor didn’t really have the same desired effect I wanted it to have so, I adjusted my weight and stamped my right foot instead. I was somewhat satisfied with the thump it made. “I didn’t know he was a police officer otherwise I wouldn’t have attacked him plus he had it coming. I mean who comes up behind someone who’s already been attacked might I add.” I looked pointedly at Jacob when I said that but he was too busy scowling at Sebastian over my head.
Jacob blinked and looked down at me, a deeper scowl penetrating his face. “Me hit you?” he shouted. “How about you were hitting me?”
“I didn’t hit you.” I shouted back, leaning towards him a little. “You,” I spat. “Hit me, a woman. That makes you scum, not that you weren’t a scum sucking low life before that I might add.”
“Enough!” the sergeant interrupted.
Ignoring him Jacob said, “Me, scum? I don’t fucking think so. How about we tell these fine Police Officers about what you and Sebastian did? I am sure, undoubtedly sure that buying a human being was made to be an arrestable offense some time in the nineteenth century yet, only a few months ago, that particular event took place. Did it not?”
“You know nothing. It wasn’t like that.” Sebastian argued.
“Oh shut up.” I snapped irritably at Jacob. “You’re a fine one to talk. The only reason the fight started tonight was because you offered me fifty pounds for a pump and run and I rejected you. Fifty quid, really?”
“Enough!” the Sergeant repeated, his hand banged on top of the counter.
“Victoria.” Sebastian growled, actually growled. “Shut up. Leonard will be here shortly.”
Who the hell was Leonard?
My mouth opened to ask who the hell Sebastian was talking about when Jacob spoke and nearly knocked me off my feet with what he said.
“If you wanted more, I would have offered you more. Hell, I would have given you my entire wallet if it had made you happy.”
Do what?
“What?” I screeched. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” when the fucker smirked and nodded, I lurched myself at him except I couldn’t actually get to him because I was wobbling around too much with only one heel on and no hands, and with that woman behind me holding onto my wrists for dear life, I swear I was losing all feeling in my hands.
The custody sergeant rubbed his hands up and down his face. “Get her out of here. I don’t want to hear anymore from her, she’s giving me a headache.”
I was giving him a headache? I had the mother of all headaches. Hell, everything on my body ached from the hair on my head to my toe nails. The doctor they’d taken me to had refused to give me anything because he wasn’t sure if I had had a concussion so due to guidelines, he couldn’t give me a sniff.
“No, wait.” I shouted as the woman behind me began to drag me down the corridor to the cells. I limped and hobbled along with her to save falling over.
“Leonard will be here soon, Victoria. Just wait it out.” Sebastian called as he vanished from my sight.
The female Police Officer opened the big dark blue metal door and pulled me to a stop just inside the doorway to my cell. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of disinfectant and something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The woman looked at me expectedly. “What?” I snapped.
“Slip your shoes off and place them to your left and give me your bra.” She held out her hand for me to place my bra into.
I raised a brow as much as my painful face would allow and looked pointedly at her palm. “Are you serious?” when she didn’t answer me, I realised that she was. With a heavy sigh, I kicked my shoe off so it sailed past her. It wasn’t any use to me only having one. I had no clue where I had lost the other one but I did want it back at some point because I knew those shoes were expensive.
“And the bra,” She said as her eyes flicked to my boobs to emphasise her point.
My mouth dropped open as I shifted on my bare feet. Damn the floor was freezing. “Have you seen the size of my tits? This bra is holding everything in place; you take it away, then...”
“The bra,” She repeated, not budging an inch.
I huffed and went to move my hands but realised they were still shackled. “Cuffs,”
She rolled her eyes and spun me around roughly; my shoulder caught the side of the door. I hissed in a breath and growled a little at her to hurry up. The moment the clink of the metal unlocked and released, I snatched my hands away and rubbed at my sore wrists. I held them up to my face seeing the red sores forming around the thin skin. I turned back to the cop and glared at her. “I’m suing you for this. Look.” I jabbed my hands up for her to see. “Prisoner abuse, that’s what this is, where’s a Camcorder when you need one?”
“Bra,” Her pursed lips annoyed me more than the bored look on her face.
“Fine,” I fought for a good five minutes to get my bra off. Sweat was forming on my already dirty and blood stained face and my hands and wrists were aching. I gritted my teeth and looked up at the cop. “can you help me at least?”
“I can’t touch you, policy.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake,” I grouched and glared hard at the unrelenting annoying woman. I realised what I had to do. I walked a little into the cell and turned around then ripped the dress from my body. It took a couple of little twists and turns and tears of the fabric at the seams but I got it off. Dropping it down to the floor, I folded my hands behind me and unlatched the thick clip of my bra. The straps dropped from my sides and along my shoulders then my boobs slipped free and bounced down against the insides of my arms and elbows.
Not bothering to turn around, I flung the bra over my head towards the door and sighed when I heard and felt the bang on the door closing behind me. The lock slid into place and I listened to her feet retreat down the corridor.
I stood in the middle of the cold six by eight sized cell and stared at the scraped and stained walls. There were various marks made by God knows what. I tilted my head to the side to read a couple of remarks that had been made.
‘I was here and you were not, now you are here and I am not’
There was even a number that had been scratched into the ceiling for God’s sake. How the hell did someone manage to get up there, I would never know.
The silence was immediate. There were no other sounds from any other prisoners, no talking, no outside traffic noises. There was nothing. There wasn’t even a drip from the tiny sink over in the corner. I walked to the ledge of steel that was supposed to be a bed and slumped down onto the royal blue mat that was a little chilly on the back of my bare legs and butt cheeks. It released a dead huff of air as my weight settled down and a strong stench of urine emanated from it. Whoever had been on here previously, had stunk putrid.
I realised as I looked down at myself that I was naked except for the thong I wore. I leaned backwards and gripped the elastic in my hands and slid it down my legs. I fiddled around with the lace thong in my hand and sling shot it towards the door. Now I was bare ass naked. I might as well go the full hog.
Sitting backwards against the cold wall, I let my head drop back and closed my eyes. The pain in my face didn’t go away when I closed my eyes. In fact, it got worse; the pounding was in time with my heart beat now. I knew if I touched my face, it would be swollen and puffy. I just didn’t know how swollen.
I opened one eye and scanned the cell seeing a steel toilet that was built into the wall. There wasn’t
even a toilet seat for crap’s sake.
“Just great, just bloody great,”
****
Not fifteen minutes later, I startled when I heard the doors to the cells either side of me open and close. Murmurs of voices sounded and so did the footsteps of retreating officers. I sat up and banged against the right wall. “Sebastian?”
“Nope,” Jacob replied.
“Oh it’s you.” I mumbled with a curl to my top lip and scooted to the other side of the ledge. I picked up the blanket that smelt really wrong and wrapped it around myself. Against my bare skin, it felt like sandpaper and smelt like a bin the closer it got to my nose. I shivered and tried to breathe through my mouth instead. “Sebastian?” I banged my fist against the left wall.
“Victoria.” Sebastian replied. He sounded like he shuffled along his own ledge too. “Are you okay, baby,”
“No,” I shivered again, my teeth chattering a little. “My face is fucking killing me and I’m bare arse naked.”
“What?” he shouted. “Why are you naked?”
I sighed and sunk into the wall wishing that I could be in the same cell as him so I could at least share his body heat. It felt like there was a bloody window open somewhere. “The horrible woman took my bra and I couldn’t get out of the dress without ripping it, so I’m naked. Sorry about the dress.”
I hadn’t seen the tag because it was removed before I put the dress on but knowing Sebastian, it would have cost a pretty penny.
“I’ll buy you a million dresses when we get out. Just hold on for me, Victoria. Leonard will be here shortly, I’m sure of it.”
“Who’s Leonard?”
“He’s a Solicitor.” Jacob replied before Sebastian could.
“He’s my Solicitor. Lawrence had strict instructions to call him before we were brought here.”
“Great!” I muttered and wrapped the blanket around me tighter. I was beginning to think that it really wasn’t that cold that maybe my body was going through something.
Thinking about it all, this was the last thing I needed. What with the court order and Christmas approaching and my relationship with Sebastian being brand new and going through some motions, I did not need this. Needing a Solicitor to be called didn’t bode well. What the hell was I supposed to do if the cop that I hit albeit not on purpose, decided to press charges? Were they actually going to charge me and bang me up? There was no way on this earth I could be locked up twenty four hours a day, I’d go doolally. Come to think of it, I’d probably end up killing someone in a fit of madness then they’d send the men in white coats to get me.
“Victoria?” Sebastian called quietly.
“Yeah,”
“You’re holding on, aren’t you?”
I sighed and rubbed the tips of my fingers across my forehead. “Just about.” I admitted.
“You’re probably used to these conditions huh Victoria?” Jacob shouted, his voice too fucking happy sounding for where he was. “In a cold empty room with just you, a mattress and a wad of dirty money from men like Sebastian who pay you for a pump and run.”
“Fuck you, Jacob. You can talk; you were willing to pay more or was that just money you’d nicked from some old granny’s handbag?”
“At the time yeah I’d have paid, but, I had had a lot to drink and hood rats always look better when you’re intoxicated,”
“Ignore him, Victoria. Focus on me and what we’re going to do when we get out of here. Think of Christmas just being round the corner and your birthday at New Year. I’ll take you away after Christmas, just me and you.”
I made a face and stared incredulously at the wall. “Christmas, are you kidding me? I’m banged up in a cell stark naked and you want me to think about Santa Claus?”
No, not Christmas and definitely not my birthday,
I’d be pleased to think of anything but those two things. Those two things were the only events that I refused to think about let alone celebrate.
“Okay, maybe not Santa Claus then but how about a private island?” Sebastian suggested.
I questioned that in my mind, staring dreamily up at the little thick square cut glasses that were my temporary windows thinking of myself butt naked walking around in ninety degree sunshine, blue skies next to the orgasmic clean blue ocean with crystallized sand crinkling between my toes....hmmm!
As if Sebastian could hear my inner thoughts, he said, “You know it, baby. I’ll have you naked twenty four hours a day and all to myself. Not even staff will be present.”
“Here we go...the boss wants to ball the hired help, I think I want to vomit.” Jacob said and made a rather disgusting gagging sound.
Oh for God’s sake, talk about ruin my picture perfect holiday with the gorgeous man that I loved. I was just picturing us getting it on, on the shores of the private island with no-one around to watch or comment or interrupt. No phones, net or nasty people, just me and Sebastian.
“Why don’t you take a powder and dissolve or something? You know like fizz away.” I snapped. “Mind your own fucking business and think about the next street you’re going to kerb crawl in.”
“Well that’s a bit hard to do when I’ve got some guy driving me mad pledging his undying love over the babysitter. Talk about make me sick.”
“If you don’t want to listen, you know what you can do.” I huffed and adjusted my bum on the thin blue mat. Damn, the things were as thick as a rizla.
“I mean, Can you even remember how many men you’ve been with, Victoria? Where’s your diary, I thought all call girls kept one.” Jacob sneered from the cell next door.
I opened my mouth to reply but thought better of it. Just answering his nasty comments was fuelling his fire and I’d had enough of him already.
“Ah.” He laughed nastily a couple of minutes later. “I was right. You can’t remember how many men you’ve opened your legs for.”
“Fuck you, eat shit and die.” I spat.
“Sebastian, are you listening to this?” he shouted louder, his voice echoing.
“Ignore him, Victoria.” Sebastian replied instead. “He’s just trying to get you riled up.”
“And it’s working.” I ground out, glaring at the right wall wishing I could see Jacob. No, seeing him would make me want to string his balls up and watch him hang with them.
“Victoria!” Jacob sung, his voice taunting me.
“Victoria.” Sebastian said sternly. “Don’t let him get to you. It’s what he does.”
When Jacob continued to call my name and make stupid, immature sounds, I slipped my fingers in my ears and hummed a nameless tune in my head. My foot tapped against the steel ledge as my head bobbed up and down. The more he continued, the more I could feel myself beginning to boil. I could imagine a pot of boiling water on a cooker ready to be emptied except I was that saucepan right now.
As I adjusted my position, my finger slipped from my ear and I heard the last of what Jacob said. “...mattress on your back or more like strapped to your back. Maybe even to your knees for how long you seem to spend on them.”
For fuck’s sake,
I jumped up from the sticky, smelly blue mat and launched myself at the wall. My fists banged against it and I raised my foot and kicked at the wall then blanched back when my bare toes curled against the brick wall. The whimper that escaped my throat sounded like a stray dog being beaten.
“Fuck!” I hissed and held on to my foot as I hopped around on my other foot. My toes pounded and hurt like hell.
“Hurt yourself?” Jacob taunted again. “See, that’ll teach you for losing your temper.”
“Oh, you,” I threw myself at the wall again. This time, my shoulder crashed into it and made a sickening noise that made me wince along with the pain that bloomed. By the time the night was over, I was sure my body would be broken. “When I get out of here, you are so saying goodbye to your balls. I’m gonna rip them from your body and feed them to the dogs then I’m gonna kill you.”
Blinking back the tears
of pain from my eyes, I stumbled back over to the ledge and collapsed on the thin mattress. My head dropped back against the blue mat with a hefty sigh leaving my mouth. With the throbbing in my head and now in my foot and the pain circulating through my body, I was wiped. All the energy I had, even the energy to be pissed left me like I had the lergy.
“Victoria?” Jacob exclaimed.
“Fuck off, Jacob.” I uttered softly.
“Victoria!” Sebastian called.
“Victoria.” Jacob called again.
“Victoria.”
“Victoria.”
“VICTORIA!” Sebastian roared and banged on the wall making me jump.
“For fuck’s sake Sebastian, what,”
With a one liner that both shattered the silence and my world, he replied...“Will you be my Wife?”
...to be continued...
About the Author
First of all, thanks for getting to this stage, the end. Hope you enjoyed it?
I am a Londoner born and bred and currently live in dreary, unpredictable and overpopulated Essex, England with my Hubby MTF and three babies M, L & R. Unfortunately, we don’t have any animals yet but we’re hopeful and aim to have a dog one day that will be named Ralph that will drive us absolutely mental. Oh, the highs!
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