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I tried to pull away from him, but the man’s grip was like steel. “Don’t think you can run away from me, Missus, or try anything funny.” I didn’t even bother to answer. What was the point, anyway? I wasn’t much of a runner. He walked me to the bathroom that held a toilet, filthy, with a broken seat and a cracked basin. No window and no door. At least he had the decency to turn his back. That is when I saw the handcuffs hanging from his back pocket. Oh, brother! “You done?”

“See? I told you it would be fine.” “It was stressful,” I murmur, raising my hands to rub my temples. “I don’t know how you do this everyday.” “Well,” he says with his own sigh. “It’s not quite like this every day.” Nico moves over to the man still leaning against the wall, his head hanging. “May I?” Nico asks, producing a pair of handcuffs apparently from thin air and holding them out where the man can see. I frown when I see that – honestly, did Nico and Frankie go to magic camp? Where do they hide all this stuff?

I realized that I am half naked in just my black bra and black panties and my legs are spread apart but cuffed to two different handcuffs on both sides. What in God's name is this?

“Mrs. Flanagan, you’re under suspicion of possession and intent to distribute illegal substances. Please place your hands where I can see them.” Her throat tightened. “You can’t be serious. You know who I am. I would never—” “Hands ma’am, now.” When she didn’t move quickly enough, the second officer reached for her arm, his grip hard and unyielding. Shauna recoiled instinctively, but it only made the crowd stir, phones rising like a field of tiny, judgmental eyes. “No! don’t touch me!” she snapped, panic breaking through her voice. But he was already twisting her arm painfully behind her back, the click of cold metal handcuffs snapping shut around her wrists.

"We're on our way now, sir," one of the ten cops with five automobiles ranging from patrol dodge chargers to an SUV Ford Police Interceptor said to a walkie talkie that hung from his shoulder. He had me and Amaya locked up in the secondary trunk of his dodge charger. Mrs. Spikes and Maisie in another then Sheryl and Sal in the third vehicle. We were all handcuffed because as one of the cops said - a man with saggy beards that rested comfortably on his huge lips, "you are threats to the safety of the community and we have to do our jobs well and keep our citizens safe," with that he'd claspsed ugly looking cold handcuffs round our wrists.

However, my eyes caught something interesting. I nod to the corner of our booth, where a pair of silver handcuffs dangle down from a hook. "I could see you making good use of those," I say. His eyes searched for the interesting thing in the corner. "Depends," he growls, with eyes dark. "On how you behave yourself tonight..."

Soon, Philip was taken into another secret chamber that was surrounded by white walls and incandescent lamps overhead. The whole room was bright, even a little blinding. In the middle was an iron table with four legs welded to the floor. A man in combat uniform came over and put handcuffs on Philip’s hands. The handcuffs look very unusual. There was a black steel ring with a coin-sized LCD screen on it, displaying the number 0 that was red in color. Philip looked at it and frowned. These were no regular handcuffs as they were a high-tech product.

“What—were you eavesdropping?” “Yes. Always,” he replied as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. “Cass, this is going to be the wildest hunt any of us have been on in a while, and you’re gonna help us figure out where he’s at if you can, but you can’t get in the way. And if you move two inches away from me, I’m going to use these.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “And I just might have to handcuff you to someone other than myself—someone less fun. Like… I don’t know, Mickey.”

The sound of a metal instrument resounded interrupting Jenny's words. She stared in amazement at her left hand locked at the head of the bed, angrily, "Dammit, when did you steal my handcuffs?" In fact, it's not good for him, the bad habits of this brat can be played out at any time. "Do not get angry." Daniel said in a good mood. “This is not yours, I bought it myself. The whole set is located at the LA City Yue headquarters in Chicago, stronger than her handcuffs. You see, the place in contact with the skin is lined with velvet fabric, won't hurt, it's a good design."

That's not what's interesting. There... right there, smack dab in the top drawer of Ryland's dresser pushed off to the right side and snuggled between two rolled up ties lays a shiny metal pair of handcuffs. I reach in and pull them out allowing one cuff to dangle from my index finger. They're heavy, better quality than those cheap plastic ones people use for Halloween.