Hypnosis

"Arielle Brown." The female police officer from the past few days call her name in the holding cell once again and she stands up, weary and bones all cramped, and they snap into their normal positions as she stands up from her corner in the cell that reeks of sweat.

"Coming." She replies weakly, shuffling to the metal bars.

The officer opens the door and Arielle steps out. She raises her wrists for the handcuffs like has been the routine for days. The officer looks at her, no hint of pity in her eyes.

Obviously, she's seen more than her share of Arielles and this is just another female murderer in front of her. She claps the metal bracelets on her wrists and uses them to drag her away from the cell area.

This time, instead to walking into the inner halls, she's led towards the exit.

Arielle looks at her, waiting for some words or even the most minute explanation of where she's been taken and for what, but the woman just stares ahead like a robot.

Arielle shrugs and decides to ask anyw