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I sighed raggedly as the two cops shoved me into my cell and came in with me before slamming the gate.

"To the wall." The stockiest one barked out, forcing me there anyway. I stumbled towards the wall, placing my restrained fists above my head and against the cool surface and leaning my body close to the bricks, breathing shakily.

"Spread your legs." The other nudged my legs apart with his knee and I quickly stepped my feet apart to avoid that knee getting up any higher. I didn't expect the next thing he did though. Which was rip my baggy pants down my legs. I gasped. "Kick 'em aside." He said gruffly into my ear.

"No, please d-don't -" I didn't know why I was trying but I just wasn't comfortable with this.

"I said kick 'em aside, kid." He grabbed my tracksuit top from the back in one tight fist and used that to shove my chest and face hard into the bricks. I moaned lowly and obliged finally, kicking the baggy pants aside and stepping from them.
I heard a rustling behind me probably the other cop searching my trousers.

I really don't see what the big deal is - I didn't have drugs or something!

"Aha. The kid's got something." The cop announced, making my already taut body stiffen some more. I knew for sure I didn't have any drugs on me. I didn't take that stuff.

"What is it, Junior?" Stocky cop questioned, giving my clothing an unnecessary rag around, causing me to bump with the wall again. My forehead bruised this time and a tear slipped from my eye.

"Fish." The cop named Junior answered. "A whole half baggy."

"What you doing with fish scales, son? That stuff is dangerous." Stocky cop sneered into my ear, his hot breath not tingling my skin in a good way.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I demand in a panic, feeling my body break out in a new wave of perspiration at his words. A sickly feeling inhibited my stomach.

"You got cocaine in your pants." Junior clarified. He approached us and my eyes immediately glued to the small baggy of white powder his fingers were clutching. I fumbled with my thoughts and started writhing without thinking, wanting stocky cop to get his fat ass off of my naked legs. "That's not mine." I seethed, jerking my elbow back to hit him, my voice rising in panic. "It's not mine!"

A thick, hard hand grabbed the material of my top harshly and swung me up for momentum before slamming me into the wall harder than before. My face grazed on the wall even more, my body slammed to the bricks and my teeth accidentally bit hard in my lip before I could even allow the cry deep inside me to rise on my lips. My eyes slammed shut as I started sobbing and sagging down on the wall it hurt so much...

"Stand up straight, kid." Stocky cop said and I felt a burning urge to kill him for his calm tone and for treating me like this.

I didn't obey him.

"Up! Now! Or you're going to the chair." He added in a venomous spit.

I shuddered and gasped before I was finally scrambling desperately to my feet. It didn't matter because I just got shoved back into the wall.
"Ahh! Stop!" I cried out as my head hit the wall in the same damn aching spot.

"Shut your mouth. We're adding your stupid little drugs to your convictions. You already have disorderly conduct, battery and GBH. Now you're getting drug use and possession, you hear me? Nod your head if you understand." Stocky cop roared right behind me, making me wince and dip my head in defeat as far as I could with that damned wall right against me. I swallowed but I didn't answer. I think I was just begging to get beat.
But I wasn't nodding my fucking head to something I didn't do. There's no way I would walk around with that shit on my person. I knew for a fact that fucktard Bushido had put it there. I knew!

"Please..." I whispered, my voice rasping from my sore throat and my chapped lips. "J-just listen..." I began as I felt stocky cop grip my top and I heard Junior getting closer.

"I'm listening. Spit it out." Stocky cop drawled lazily.

I shivered and gulped hard. "I... I think the g-guy I was f-... fighting with... p-put it... there." My face burned and I cleared my throat, trying my best to make my words sound honest. "He... framed me."

There was silence. All I could hear were the grunting breaths from stocky cop and the shallow ones from Junior. Were they listening? Were they considering?

Stocky cop sighed at last. "We will record your claim. For now... Keep your arms up." Stocky cop's grubby hands crept under my top and felt over my skin and chest and I'm pretty sure he felt me shiver hard.
He then withdrew his hands to my relief and actually checked my pockets which was obviously more necessary than feeling up my skin. I knew he just wanted to touch me he didn't fool me.

I tried not to protest further when he finally finished with me and pushed me into the wall away from him. "Let's go."

I closed my eyes and breathed to calm myself. They retreated from the cell only casting me blank looks and I almost sagged relieved to the ground again but Junior was back in the cell once more. He stepped close and I tensed, wondering if he was going to beat me secretly now that stocky cop wasn't there. But he just grabbed my wrists and uncuffed me, freeing my hands and aching arms. I met his gaze, my face surely looking like the epitome of a plea but he just walked off and locked my gate. Junior looked at me through the bars. "Lunch is coming in two hours." He nodded. Lunch? Lunch? Are you kidding me?! I'm not staying here! I released a whine and turned my face away, walking to the corner and throwing myself down in defeat.

When I looked back up, Junior was gone. He'd even pulled the second gate across, the one that only had a small window for looking out of.
I looked around my cell, since my view was now majorly obstructed and that's when I noticed the jail uniform waiting on the bench in the corner. I crawled over to it. There was a dingy, white, poop-stained toilet beside the bench. I'm not using that thing. On the other side of the room, where I had been before, there was a mattress with a big cloth thrown messily over it. I sobbed again, just dry heaves of my chest and broken half cries rising on my lips.
I glanced up slowly moments later and saw a grey ceiling made of the same dull concrete as the ground. I pawed my hand at the ground, dragging my fingers over the cool, gritty surface and shuddering as my body crumpled forward and I really cried into the cold stone of the ground.


I woke up how ever many hours later and was sweating and... I needed to pee and possibly shit but of course I wasn't going to. My eyes automatically trailed toward that toilet and the thought of using that shithole briefly entered my mind. Fuck no. I sighed and rolled over onto my back, closing my eyes and resting one hand on my belly. My fingers trailed over the slight buldge of my bladder and pressed on it testing the fullness. "Mhh." I murmured as my legs jittered below in response to that pressure. Pee prickled in me and forced down. My fingers eased up and I sucked in a breath to calm again, holding back at the last minute before any leakage could occur. Now I was breathing calmer, I thought about this whole thing. I was in prison for punching a bitch that deserved it. And what had they done with him? Probably got off scot free. My jaw clenched and that stray of concentration caused my bladder to remind me of its... contents. A pulse of need trickled through my lower belly and sent shivers down my thighs. I jerked up and groaned trying to hold it. "Ah.. Ahh."
The sound from the gate made me stop what I was doing and I moaned and clenched hard, forcing myself to sit upright. Panting, I slid my legs wide apart and looked around at the gate.

"Dinner in the hall." A different cop stood at the gate, leaning on the frame watching me. I gulped as I felt a twinge in mt groin but shifted myself up and walked to the gate where he stopped me to cuff me.
"Come." The cop took my arm. I walked, not being able to stop from glancing back at the toilet and feeling that swirling of regret and need low in my belly. Maybe it wouldn't have been bad to use that thing...