Raina's POV I heard the sound of keys, and without needing to be told, I knew the door to the detention room was about to be opened. A few seconds later, the door swung open, and a dark-skinned, short, skinny guy walked in, holding handcuffs in his hand. "Get up!" he ordered me. "Where are you taking me?" I asked him, my mind racing with thoughts of execution. But I hadn't even been tried yet. "Turn around, hands behind your back," he barked. "Please, where..." "I said, turn around and put your hands behind your back now!" he screamed at me. I did as instructed, and he handcuffed me. He led me outside the police station, where a police car awaited. Other officers were already inside, and he placed me in the car with them. I was nervous, unsure what was happening. After a brief pause, the car sped off.As the car sped off, I felt intense discomfort, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios, thoughts of execution, prison, or unknown dangers flooding my thoughts, my anxiety spikin
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