“I assure you, officer, these are replicas for educational use. I’m a teacher—if you’d like to contact my school, they’ll confirm everything,” Jenny said, keeping her tone calm but firm.
He didn’t seem to care.
“Sure, sure. Likely story,” he sneered. “Well, I think we’ll be taking both you and these ‘replicas’ in for questioning.”
She froze as he reached for his handcuffs.
This wasn’t a misunderstanding anymore—it was becoming something much darker.
Jenny’s pulse skyrocketed. This can’t be happening.
“Officer,” she said quickly, “I respectfully request that you call your supervisor. Or have another officer come here. I haven’t done anything wrong, and this is escalating without reason.”
But the look he gave her chilled her to the core.
His next words would change everything.
“No need for that. You’re coming with me,” the officer said, his voice cold and final. There was no room for negotiation.
Before Jenny could react, he yanked her arm with brutal force and dragged her toward the patrol car. Her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. This wasn’t a misunderstanding anymore—it was spiraling into a full-blown nightmare.
“What are you doing?! You can’t do this! I have rights!” she cried, struggling against his grip. Panic clawed at her chest. She thought of every terrifying headline she’d ever read—wrongful arrests, police abuse, victims with no voice. Was this really happening to her?
The officer ignored her protests. He shoved her into the back of the squad car with chilling indifference. The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into her wrists as the door slammed shut behind her. Inside the cramped space, Jenny gasped for air, the claustrophobia tightening around her like a noose.
Her screams echoed into the quiet night but went unanswered. Alone in the back seat, cut off from the world, she felt her phone vibrating faintly in her purse—still recording. It was her only hope. With trembling fingers, she tried to reposition it just enough to catch everything—his voice, his face, his threats.
The officer slid into the driver’s seat and looked at her through the rearview mirror, his eyes cold and flat. “You’re going to regret this,” he said quietly, his tone low and ominous.
Jenny’s blood ran cold.
As the car jerked forward and sped into the night, her mind spiraled. She was being taken in for something she didn’t do, accused of a crime that didn’t exist. And yet, the officer looked utterly convinced—as if her innocence didn’t matter.