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The officer escorting Cassie was stone faced and silent as he led her out of the intake office and deeper into the detention facility. Beyond the first door was a long windowless corridor. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and a faintly antiseptic smell lingered in the air. Just down the hall was a door marked "Holding." He led her through it and into the room beyond, which was also windowless. With no clocks or references to the outside world it would be impossible to track the passage of time. The room was small, and furnished with a single table. Along one wall, metal bars sectioned off that side of the room into multiple holding areas, each fitted with a single bench and nothing else.

The officer unlocked Cassie's wrists and then finally spoke for the first time. His voice was emotionless, but firm as he ordered her to turn and place her hands on the wall. She complied, numbly. His hands ran over her body as he patted her down. She regained her composure enough to glance over her shoulder and ask, "Don't you have female officers for this sort of thing?"

He ignored her question and continued his search, causing Cassie to grit her teeth as he ran his hands up under her short skirt, sliding them along her inner thighs toward places far more intimate than they had any business going. She trembled with anger but resisted the urge to slap his probing hands away, not wanting to find out what consequences that might bring down on her.

Finally he stepped back and spoke again. "All of our female officers are busy at the moment. One will be along to complete your processing shortly, for now you will remove any personal belongings that haven't already been confiscated and place them here."
He set a small plastic bin on the table.

Cassie hesitated. They had already taken her purse and its contents, including her wallet, phone, and other personal effects. What else could he possibly want-
"Your earrings and jewelry. Into the bin, now." He said icily.

Without a word, Cassie removed her earrings and dropped them into the bin. They had been expensive. As they thudded into the bin Cassie wondered just how much they and all the other pricey things she'd coveted were now going to cost her. She reached for the necklace around her neck and hesitated. She glanced down at the small silver cross and felt her eyes starting to tear up. She looked up to meet the guards cold gaze with her own. "Please, can I keep this? It's just a small cross, it was given to me by-"

"Take it off or I will remove it for you." He replied, cutting her off with a voice that was calm but filled with menace.

Choking up slightly, she undid the tiny clasp and set the necklace gently into the bin. Satisfied, the guard closed up the bin and affixed a label to it. He cuffed Cassie's hands again, in front, mercifully, and placed her none too gently in one of the holding cells. She sank down onto the bench, and watched as the door slid shut with a grating screech of metal on metal. The officer locked the door and said, "A female officer will be here when one is available to complete the search and intake process. You will wait here quietly until she does."

He left, slamming the room door behind him, and leaving Cassie alone with her thoughts and the feeling of dread gnawing at her insides.

Description
The officer escorting Cassie was stone faced and silent as he led her out of the intake office and deeper into the detention facility. Beyond the first door was a long windowless corridor. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and a faintly antiseptic smell lingered in the air. Just down the hall was a door marked "Holding." He led her through it and into the room beyond, which was also windowless. With no clocks or references to the outside world it would be impossible to track the passage of time. The room was small, and furnished with a single table. Along one wall, metal bars sectioned off that side of the room into multiple holding areas, each fitted with a single bench and nothing else.

The officer unlocked Cassie's wrists and then finally spoke for the first time. His voice was emotionless, but firm as he ordered her to turn and place her hands on the wall. She complied, numbly. His hands ran over her body as he patted her down. She regained her composure enough to glance over her shoulder and ask, "Don't you have female officers for this sort of thing?"

He ignored her question and continued his search, causing Cassie to grit her teeth as he ran his hands up under her short skirt, sliding them along her inner thighs toward places far more intimate than they had any business going. She trembled with anger but resisted the urge to slap his probing hands away, not wanting to find out what consequences that might bring down on her.

Finally he stepped back and spoke again. "All of our female officers are busy at the moment. One will be along to complete your processing shortly, for now you will remove any personal belongings that haven't already been confiscated and place them here."
He set a small plastic bin on the table.

Cassie hesitated. They had already taken her purse and its contents, including her wallet, phone, and other personal effects. What else could he possibly want-
"Your earrings and jewelry. Into the bin, now." He said icily.

Without a word, Cassie removed her earrings and dropped them into the bin. They had been expensive. As they thudded into the bin Cassie wondered just how much they and all the other pricey things she'd coveted were now going to cost her. She reached for the necklace around her neck and hesitated. She glanced down at the small silver cross and felt her eyes starting to tear up. She looked up to meet the guards cold gaze with her own. "Please, can I keep this? It's just a small cross, it was given to me by-"

"Take it off or I will remove it for you." He replied, cutting her off with a voice that was calm but filled with menace.

Choking up slightly, she undid the tiny clasp and set the necklace gently into the bin. Satisfied, the guard closed up the bin and affixed a label to it. He cuffed Cassie's hands again, in front, mercifully, and placed her none too gently in one of the holding cells. She sank down onto the bench, and watched as the door slid shut with a grating screech of metal on metal. The officer locked the door and said, "A female officer will be here when one is available to complete the search and intake process. You will wait here quietly until she does."

He left, slamming the room door behind him, and leaving Cassie alone with her thoughts and the feeling of dread gnawing at her insides.