Romans & histoires Wrapped Around Your Finger The Police

One police officer grabbed my wrist and the other handcuffed me and put a small towel on top of it. “Wait! This can’t be! I didn’t do anything wrong!” I said in panic. “Why are you arresting me?” “For stealing one of the jewelry.” the police officer replied as he grabbed my wrist. I fell silent and didn’t choose to speak for now. I turned to Joshua, “Come and get me out of jail immediately.” He raised both eyebrows in surprise and pointed at himself. “Me? Why me?” “Let’s head out, Miss Hazel.” the police stated.

She was so obedient, it was a dream come true. And it had all been a lie! "You tricked me. You tricked me you bitch," "Go to hell!" Camille spat, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed as she thanked the stars that the police had arrived no later than they did. The policemen grabbed his arms, pushed them behind him, and locked them in handcuffs. The metal burned his wrist and he growled trying to break out of it but failing terribly. "I'll come back for you!" Nolan screamed. "No, you won't!" One of the policemen spat. Another walked over to Camille, holding a hand out.

She reached out and handed him a copied document, her expression serious. "The police would be looking for you," she explained, her voice filled with urgency. "I can't afford to go down, and they're trying to trace you with your tattoo." Emma's words hung in the air, emphasizing the gravity of the situation they were in. She knew their actions had consequences, and staying one step ahead of the authorities was crucial for their survival.

"Are you aware of how fast you were going?" Ace sighed. "You tell me how fast I was going." I very slowly lifted my free hand and placed it upon the jacket sleeve of my handcuffed wrist. If I could get his attention, perhaps he could help me. My heart thudded so loudly in my ears I couldn't even hear their conversation anymore. My hand shook as I pulled the jacket back slightly off my hand to reveal the handcuff. My eyes darted to the police officer who looked sternly at Ace. I willed him to look over, to see what I was trying to show him. Just look over, dang it!

I didn’t know anything about him. “Can you squeeze my hand?” he asked. He reached for me, lifting my arm gently. His fingers were warm. They held my wrist like it was something fragile. I tried to squeeze, but my fingers barely moved. He didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he placed a cold disc against my chest and listened. The device was silent, but I could hear the thud of my own heartbeat as if it were echoing through the room. “Do you remember what happened?” I tried to reach for the memory. “I was… I had just finished talking to a police officer. That’s it. That’s all I remember.” My voice cracked as I spoke. It didn’t sound like mine.

My fingers tremble as I unlock the screen — and then I freeze. Two new messages. Unknown: If you won’t leave him willingly, maybe all you need is an incentive. Unknown: How did you like your gift? I hope it was to your liking. My stomach drops. I turn the phone face-down before Liam can see it. He notices anyway. “What is it?” “Nothing,” I lie. “I’m fine.” He doesn’t believe me, not for a second — but before he can push, flashing lights cut through the arcade windows. Sirens wail in the distance. The police are here.

I took her hand in mine, unsure what to do about the baby, but just then, there was a loud crash and about a dozen police officers burst in with their guns aimed in front of them. "He's the perpetrator." I heard a familiar voice say, and the sea of officers parted to reveal my informant. Richard, who was crawling away slowly, was handcuffed and read his rights. "Your case will be tried in court." A detective I was familiar with spoke to Richard while attempting to get him on his feet. "What the fuck? Do you even realize who I am? Do you know what you are fucking doing right now?!" Richard yelled in one last attempt at being a scumbag.

"You! What else do you have to say for yourself?" Jim was escorted out of the office building by two police officers with shiny handcuffs locked around his wrists. He was still struggling. "Let go of me! I'm the property manager! I didn't do anything! What grounds do you have to arrest me?"

According to the police, there was a mark of a bite as precise as the shark. The news was watched by the man who picked up the ring, and he suspected that the finger might be that of the owner he was looking for. He went to the Police Station and asked if he would try to measure the ring on the finger that he found on a garment. Police allowed him, but when he confirmed the ring on the finger was fitted, they made him the main suspect in that incident. "Sir, I'm not a criminal. I just picked this thing up somewhere and am trying to find its owner. Why did you make me her main suspect?" said the rich man.

He is being handcuffed by the police. He is shamefaced! “W-Where are you t-taking me?!” Paul is stammering because of the ultimate confusion of his life. “Please explain yourself at the police station, Mr Paul.”