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Piss on a Stick
The police station was a noisy and chaotic place to have to be on a Thursday afternoon. I unexpectantly got called in for a few questions while at work and was not looking forward to having hours of my already busy schedule being taken away. I hadn’t had time to join the staff at work for lunch and since this trip was unplanned, not only am I irritated and off balance, I’m starving. I’d gotten here nearly an hour ago per the request of Officer Scrawny whom still has yet to retrieve me and ask what he needs. The cold metal bench he has me waiting on has me shivering from the inside out; not to mention it happens to host a couple of street walkers, nodding off because their system is full of heroin. Handcuffed to the bench and seated right next to me with the stench of ‘all day’ that’s starting to take a stomach-churning turn; I was at my wits end. Before completely losing it, I decided to get up and approach the officer seated at the entrance desk.
“Excuse me Miss, but I’ve g
Warning: The content within this chapter contains sensitive subject matters that involves rape, drug use and incest. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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