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Loose earbuds blared out a multitude of advertisements that often aired in an annoying block inside of any music app, just the kind of thing that would ruin a productive workday or a mid-morning jog. Unfortunately for 22 year old Odette Turner, her morning jog was ruined by much more than some crummy, clearly not targeted, local commercials. The metallic rings on her wrist, the ones that pinched her skin whenever she tried to make herself comfortable in her current seated position were doing a much better job at ruining her mood, and her spirit. While Odette was one to remain positive in any situation, the position of 'arrestee in handcuffs' wasn't one that usually aroused positive thought. The events that led her in the back of a police squad car were like a blur to her, almost as much as the random jumbling of words coming from her earbuds that hung loosely on her shoulders, the only ambient noise that Odette could hear apart from the slightly muffled engine noise from inside the cab of the police cruiser.

A light whimper finally escaped pink lips as the jogging girl attempted to move her manacled arms about, wanting to shift into a different position against the back seat. Molded into some kind of plastic base, the rear seat of the police car was very hard to get comfortable inside. Helping matters none was that the plastic was beginning to become moist due to the fact that the auburn haired beauty sitting against the seat had been arrested after running a fair distance and was naturally sweating even before meeting her arresting officer. Now that she was officially in custody of the law, poor Odette was looking much more distraught than from when she had begun her morning constitutional. Her beautiful milky skin had been reddened somewhat due to the officer's tight grip on her biceps, and the natural heat coming from inside of the back of the police car after a jog. Typically Odette's exercise was met with an air conditioned dorm room and some self-care in the form of water and sports drink. With no time to recover from her jog, and the stress of being handcuffed and taken away, Odette's skin was a gentle shade of red from exhaustion and her perfectly primped chestnut hair was frazzled. Her straight bangs were starting to become a mess and threatened to loosen completely behind her pink headband, and her ponytail was distressed due to the fact that the girl had kept slipping in the plastic seat. Her clothing, while still fashionable and on point for her exercising sensibilities, was not an outfit that anyone would want to be seen arrested in.

Odette was beginning to think about her outfit, however vain it seemed. Her midriff was showing, and a lot of her legs were exposed as well. They weren't actually going to take her into jail like this, right? What would the criminals think? They would probably all judge her, ridicule her. The 22 year old girl had to stop herself as she closed her eyes gently, feeling her heart rate increasing as the squad car hit yet another pothole, and a light squeak was heard from the back of the car as the girl's body gently creased across plastic coated seating. Why was she concerned about what criminals thought of her? She should be more focused on herself! What was going to happen to her? What would her dad think about this?

"Oh, God!" Odette spoke out loud and threw her head backwards with her eyes shut, which earned a gaze from the road by her arresting officer, but the woman in uniform didn't say anything.

Of all of the possible consequences of being arrested, Odette didn't once think about what her dad might think. A frown crossed her lips while she sat in the back, and looked at her bare knees, her cute sneakers moving while she began to move her feet up and down in a nervous twitching manner.

'Hey, Dad...sorry to pull you away from your super-important job and all your clients, but your precious dottie-bun was just ARRESTED today. She's wearing HANDCUFFS in the back of a POLICE CAR. Sorry!' Odette's mind was running wild at this point. She had never thought she would do anything to upset her father, and this would kind of be a giant bomb to drop considering the brunette's most previous offense was probably pushing her sister to the ground at the park...when she was 9.

Outside of the subtly tinted window, Odette could see the city park next to the police station. Birds were sitting in trees, old couples sat on park benches feeding squirrels, and families were sitting together and eating from picnic baskets, all groups being rewarded with fresh air and sunlight glowing on their smiling faces. That same sunlight suddenly disappeared from Odette's vision as the squad car had taken an abrupt left turn and down into an embankment covered by concrete walls. The vehicle had turned into a parking garage underneath the police station, and slowly crept to a stop under cover of dim artificial light.

The police station itself was nothing to write home about, or at least the portion that Odette could see. There wasn't much for her to see regardless, as the area in which the police car was parked looked like a simple garage compound. She could see a few police cruisers parked along parking spaces and large concrete columns holding up the underground structure but the only thing that indicated that there were any signs of life inside of this garage was a single door attached to the building proper. A metal sign was bolted to the wall, fairly large, next to the door. The sign read: 'ALL ACTIVITY MONITORED. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL AND INMATES ONLY'.

Odette bit her lip slightly, her front teeth distressing the normally perfect pink tone of her lips. Was that what she was now? An inmate? Why wasn't she authorized personnel? There were two sides of the law on that sign. Odette wanted to be authorized personnel rather than the inmate, that was where she belonged, she didn't belong in handcuffs, or under arrest, or...

"Step out, kid."

Odette felt a rush of air gust across her reddened cheeks and face, stale, but welcome as the squad car door swung open. The officer in blue stood with her arm holding the door open, her blue uniformed legs spread slightly to adjust to all of the heavy equipment on her belt. Blonde hair tied up in a bun, steely blue eyes gazed down from the policewoman to her newest arrestee. Officer Foster was a professional, but even she had to admit that this jogging girl was one of her most unusual collars in quite a while. From how Odette looked, to her attitude, to even how she ended up breaking the law, this would be quite the notable story.

Foster could tell just how clammy the brunette haired girl in handcuffs had gotten from the ride to the station, placing a gloved hand onto Odette's bicep firmly in order to very expertly unravel the tall girl from the back of the police car as if she were opening an origami spread. The girl's skin was a supple shade of pink and her chest behind the dull pink compression top that hugged her skin was heaving slightly, and Odette's brown eyes were starting to wander as the girl was brought to a standing position, giving off the deer-in-headlights look that most first time offenders gave when being brought to the jail.

"Relax. I'm going to take you inside now." Foster spoke to the young woman with some sincerity, although since she was an officer, she felt like she was just doing her job, and part of that job was trying to talk down suspects who were clearly in over their own heads. The policewoman and her suspect were an interesting pair, especially as Foster was slightly shorter than Odette, a fact that the officer was sure her co-workers were going to rib her about.

"It goes without saying, don't cause trouble in here."

Odette's nose wrinkled, probably the only amount of resistance she had put up since she was initially arrested, or even stopped by the officer. That one statement by the officer was fairly demeaning to her, as if the tall jogging girl was going to cause trouble. How much of a hassle could she be wearing handcuffs on her wrists? She wondered if she could bunny hop her way out of the station, but the levity in her mind was quickly going away upon entry to the police station. The area was very bright, with fluorescent white light everywhere to the point where shadows were hardly cast, not that there were many objects to cast a shadow. Where Odette was being led, only concrete corridors and large metal doors enveloped her vision. This wasn't like the police stations on television, with several hundred cops all sitting at their desks with suspects being brought in and lawyers called, this was a maze of white, grey, and beige, likely meant to confuse suspects to deter escape, Odette figured.

Finally something resembling actual decor appeared, a very long gunmetal desk with a few barstool-esque chairs sitting on either side. Beside the desk was a large file cabinet and a few plastic storage totes. Foster held Odette with the same force that she had during the arrest, despite the fact that her and the prisoner were the only people inside this enclosed area. The jogging girl took a look around the room, upon white concrete walls were poster boards and dry erase boards of what looked like officer's names and schedules, likely not anything that was pertinent to someone being arrested, Odette imagined.

"Alright, ma'am. You're going to be booked into the Chipak County Jail today, it's where all our prisoners are processed. I'll be your caretaker until you're placed into custody." Foster took a step behind Odette, releasing the iron grip on the young woman's arm, leaving a bit of a red discoloration along Odette's already fatigued skin. The jogging girl didn't say much, other than to lament at the fact that she was referred to as as prisoner. Her arms relaxed across her back, and she held her left index finger into a clasped right fist as she was oddly more comfortable standing up than sitting in the police car, despite being handcuffed. At least this place had some kind of air conditioning technology.

Odette heard a few clicks from behind her, reminding her of the noise the handcuffs made when the officer first placed them on her wrists, and it caught her attention rather quickly. The brunette looked over her shoulder, her ponytail swaying as she was grabbed by her arm again to keep her still. Foster took a key and began to unlock Odette's wrists, freeing her from the handcuffs with a few clicks of metallic ratchets opening and locks finally disengaging. Odette herself, not being told that this was going to happen, sheepishly kept her hands behind her, not daring to move without permission as the tall jogging girl stood at attention before Foster put a hand on her bare shoulder and turned the girl around with some firmness.

"Please empty out your property for me. Necklaces, watches, jewelry..." Foster began to explain, the shorter officer facing Odette before bending underneath the metallic desk to take a small plastic storage box and a plastic bag, both clear. "We'll keep your property here in a locker until you're released, but you cannot take them into the jail." The woman began to explain with her hands on her uniformed hips, and Odette whimpered slightly. The jogger looked like she wanted to protest, opening her ruby lips to try to muffle out some protest, but she simply stared back down, her auburn eyes staring at the clear plastic box. Odette put on a frown, and for the first time since she was a teenager, since she could remember, she pouted impotently.

Not entirely happy about the development of basically giving up her personal affects, Odette first began to reach her hands above her head, something she hadn't done in at least thirty minutes or more, and slowly removed her pink headband from her forehead. The cute headband was now covered in some moisture, so it wasn't hard to set it in the plastic box. The girl wordlessly took her phone, with the same pouting expression that she knew wasn't doing her any favors with the officer, but she didn't really care so much at this point. She turned off her phone and unplugged the earbuds from it. She took the earbuds from her shoulders and rolled them up nearly against her index and middle fingers before placing her phone and the earbuds in the box too, sighing.

"Uh...h...hair tie too?" Odette spoke softly, having to clear her dry throat, her soft voice echoing in the room even though the surroundings weren't that big at all. Foster slowly nodded, giving a non verbal affirmation which made Odette bite her lip and sneer. The college aged girl enjoyed having her hair up even when she wasn't running. The girl brought her hands to her ponytail and undid her hairtie, keeping her shoulder length brown locks ironically restrained. Odette threw her hair forward and brought it back before placing the hairtie in the box gently, not wanting to make aggressive movements in front of the officer. The young woman was frustrated, but knew that Foster was only doing her job, and it did neither party many favors if she decided to act up.

"Thanks." Foster gave her a modest thank you, most likely for not making her job any harder and the officer put a plastic lid on the box and left it sitting on the table, keeping an eye on her prisoner for the duration. "You see that wall on the far side? Walk up to it, place your feet on the markings and palms flat on the wall." The officer spoke without much emotion, like a public servant who had done this thousands of times before. Foster pointed at the nearby concrete wall where two white stickers had been placed fairly far apart, indicating the spot to place feet. Odette looked at the whole operation very skeptically, but the girl stepped forward. She placed a tennis shoe on one sticker, and then spread her legs wide to reach the next.

The girl let out a twinge of discomfort. Odette was no stranger to stretching long distances with her athletic background, but being cramped inside of the back of a police car, and then having to nearly do a standing split was brutal. She started to roll her eyes as she put her flat palms on the wall, similar to the position she was in earlier, only now this time fortunate enough to be staring at a blank wall and not several faces glancing back at her through a window. She could hear some snapping behind her, and a quick glance over her shoulder and past her locks that were now brushing and flowing over her back, Odette could see Foster replacing her black police gloves for blue latex ones.

"Relax. It's not what you think." Foster allowed herself to grin, the look on Odette's face was one that even the police officer arresting her couldn't help but find somewhat adorable, at least with how pathetic she looked. Odette's pouting expression on her lips, and eyes somewhat wide with nervousness made the tall girl somewhat antsy, but the young woman didn't move or resist while Foster placed her gloved palms on Odette's top. Foster glided her hands more comprehensively along Odette's clothing, including going underneath the fabric lightly with one finger along the edges of her top, touching the skin which made Odette suck her teeth.

Foster brought her gloved hands onto Odette's bare midriff and even searched along there too, but only in a gliding motion which made Odette wonder what the officer was intending to find there. Perhaps some prisoners taped things to their body, or put them in their belly buttons. Odette didn't much like the idea that she was beginning to think like a criminal. Foster brought her hands onto Odette's backside and ran her gloved hands over it, across the young woman's hips, and finally between the legs in a cupping motion which made Odette bow her head in shame. It didn't necessarily bother her as much as the fact that she was being treated like anyone else who could be brought in with suspicion of hiding something in a very gross place. She wanted to protest to the officer that she wasn't like that, but she knew it was no good.

Foster brought her hands along Odette's slender legs and around the shorts, moving a finger inside of the waistband and along the trim across her thighs before giving a quick check across bare legs, and then into her socks.

"Lift your leg." Odette did so, slowly raising her left ankle before Foster just took off her tennis shoe, which the young woman wasn't expecting but didn't resist.

"Down. Next leg." Foster spoke like she was instructing a pet, and Odette complied, raising up her right ankle, but knowing what to expect this time as her shoe was relinquished from her, and she was left to stand in a semi-split with her hands on the wall in her white cotton socks, assuming the 'position' of an arrested person.

"Okay, you're good. Stand up straight and turn around for me." Foster spoke again with a mix of robotic, bureaucratic boredom and sweet, soft female vocals. Odette figured things could be worse, a male guard could be barking orders at her. Odette stood up and groaned with a hint of relief while she hugged her arm to her chest, slowly turning around to see Foster holding a miniature LED flashlight in her hand.

"Open your mouth." Foster requested, or ordered, in the same sweet but authoritative tone and Odette did so without really thinking about why she did. "Tongue out. Say 'aaah'."

"Aaah..." Odette rolled her eyes gently while the flashlight was placed adjacent to her mouth but not put inside of it, thankfully. What was this officer even doing to her? Looking for drugs? Did people actually put drugs in their mouth? The thought made Odette cringe, but not more than when Foster put the flashlight next to her head and looked inside of her ears, both ears, but blissfully that was very quickly done. The police officer turned around for a brief moment, and as soon as she turned around, Odette began to protest, a soft whine finally escaping the girl's lips when she saw the item that the officer was holding in her gloved hands, two orange flip flop sandals.

"No...I'm not...come on, really?" Odette finally spoke, not doing herself many favors as she was sure the officer already thought she was aloof anyways. Foster dropped the flip flops on the floor, followed by a loud clacking sound from the rough rubber fabric that the shoes were not as much made out of as much as sculpted from a solid block of rubber.
"Socks off."

Odette grumbled and raised a leg, bending the knee to take one left sock off, resting her bare foot into a flip flop and nestling her big toe around the very thin toe hold connected to the outer part of the flip flop which was also just a thin strip of plastic that touched her upper foot. She repeated the process with her other foot, at least able to not have to trudge around this unfamiliar area barefoot. Odette did figure that perhaps the concrete floor was more clean than the flip flops she had on, and the gaudy orange made her eyes want to start gushing blood from how hideous they were.

Meanwhile, Odette wasn't even paying attention as Foster placed a white sheet of paper on the metal desk along with a pad of ink and told the young woman to step over. The former jogging girl took a few steps forward and Foster ordered her to sit on the barstool with a fingerpoint. Odette's hand was taken wordlessly and her fingers were pressed against the ink pad, all individually, each finger rolled a few times onto the ink, and then pressed on the pad and rolled onto it just as firmly and efficiently. The girl didn't protest, her brown eyes simply stared at the ink on the paper as her fingerprints were taken and recorded on a sheet of paper that read 'CHIPAK COUNTY INMATE RECORD' and then a few blank spots where a name and number would go. The girl frowned and her other hand was taken, the process repeated, she remembered fingerpaints when she was little, this wasn't exactly the same.

"Stand up, back to the wall. Face the camera. Don't smile." Foster gave another order, this time the order was more firm than the last ones as the officer must have been getting fatigued over the arduous process of intaking a prisoner into the jail. Odette oddly felt more sympathetic to the policewoman than her own self, who was the one who was going to get a criminal record to show for all of this discomfort and uniformity. Regardless, the young woman stood near the white concrete wall and faced the camera lens that was resting on the desk near a computer monitor, the camera was shaped more like a webcam camera that was used in the early 2000's when Odette was small.

"Stay still...aaand..." The policewoman spoke and there was no bright flash or noise like in the movies, and Odette was surprised when the officer turned the computer monitor around on a swivel to show Odette her very first mugshot. The young woman wasn't smiling, having no reason to, which was rare for a photo of her, since even in her student ID she was smiling. Instead, Odette looked confused mostly, her brown eyes seemed to look lost and glazed, her mouth was in between a pout and a downright frown, and her upper body was showing up to her shoulders, adding a splash of pink from her cute outfit. What bothered her the most about the mugshot was that her hair was down, as she always put her hair up when she knew her picture was going to be taken, even for a selfie. Now her most famous picture would be of her with her hair rolling over her shoulders, which made her insecure.

"Okay, have a seat please, but give me your wrists." Foster requested from the young woman and Odette was in the process of holding her hands out in front of her sheepishly while the officer was reaching back into her belt for a pair of silver chained handcuffs. Odette began to muse that she hadn't seen the woman actually remove the handcuffs from her belt the first time, she was too busy looking at the aforementioned wall of the coffee shop. However, the brunette haired girl didn't fight as the handcuffs were brought to her wrists, held together in front of her pathetically like she had envisioned someone surrendering themselves to look, her back gently arched in a show of compliance as the metal rings clicked upon her wrists. She didn't notice it at the time, or when she was being searched, but there were small indents on the skin of her wrists from the previous time the cuffs were on her along with some pink discoloration.

With several clicks, each ring of the cuff was placed onto her wrists and slowly locked, the arms closing and encircling her in manacles once more. Odette was gestured to sit down, and the girl did so, chain clinking as her cuffed hands sat on the metal desk with her elbows on the table. This was her first time to really get a good look at the handcuffs, seeing her reflection as best she could around the handcuff joints on either cuff and the shiny chain in the middle, three links that barely allowed her to move her wrists on top of each other without causing some kind of pain. Odette kept palms flat on the table in front of her, each wrist held far enough apart to not stretch the chain, but leave it dangling somewhat without any tension. The officer began to clear her throat.

"I'm going to ask you some questions now, fill out some paperwork, and then you'll be on your way to sit in a cell. Probably for maybe a few minutes until we get all of your information processed into our computer." The officer spoke and glanced at Odette, the eyes of officer and apprehended prisoner met for a brief moment, which made Odette's heart skip lightly, and she wasn't entirely sure why.

"Okay, your full name is Odette Turner?" Foster asked, taking a pen from her front uniform pocket and once again sliding a sheet of paper from underneath the desk onto the table in front of her, she began to start to jot things down, looking away from the young woman and focusing on her work.

"Uh...y..yes. My middle name is Marianne, if you...if it's relevant..." Odette whimpered gently, speaking and feeling very insecure about answering questions as casually as she was. This was like a job interview, but she was wearing handcuffs, so it felt more like an interrogation. Odette began to bring her fingers closer together, clasping her right index, middle finger, and ring finger over her left hand and clenching the digits together as her handcuffs clinked, the only noise aside from the jotting down of a pen against paper.

"Address?"

"21 Harbor Court." Odette answered softly. "Student housing at the University."

"Okay, you're a student then? I'm going to need your dorm number and then your home address, please." Foster answered politely, but her eyes were still on the paper in front of her.

"Um...y-yeah. Dorm 115, female...section...obviously.." Odette moved to rub her neck, a common move for her when she was nervous, only to end up bringing her entire other handcuffed hand with her, which meant she had to clasp one hand around the front of her neck to accomplish the feat, and felt the chain of the metal handcuffs against her skin, which was extremely cold and gave her goosebumps all over. She shuddered.

"My home address is 4121 Willow Street. Here in Chipak, ma'am." Odette gently brought her hands onto her lap.

"Keep your hands on the table, please." Foster glanced up at her prisoner to give the order, which the young woman quickly obeyed with a few clanking noises of cuffs hitting the table once more, and then looked back at her paper.

"Who lives at this residence?"

"My dad and my younger sister." Odette answered calmly.

"Do you have transport out of the jail if we were to release you on your own recognizance?"

"I...could call my sister, probably...my dad is most likely at work.." Odette's father was fairly well known in the city, the man worked long hours as a therapist who sometimes appeared on television. The young woman hated bringing up that fact, that she probably had more than the average person as far as money due to her family's upbringing, to the point where it had to be dragged out of her, that information, to most people wanting to know more about her. She certainly didn't want to bother any of her friends, or necessarily let them know that she was in jail.

"Any medical issues? Prescriptions we should know about? Allergies?"

Odette shook her head. She was as fit as anyone most likely in this building right now, probably even most officers, but she didn't dare speak or suggest it.

"Any issues with drugs? Mental illness? Injuries or disability?"

Odette frowned at that line of questioning and her auburn eyes darted to her handcuffs, the girl's fingers gently drumming on the metal table as she nervously shook her head. Odette was going to school to be an athletic trainer, she would be the one asking these questions, not being the one asked if she has any kind of drug problem or illness. That also brought up memories of her mother, a subject she would more than happy to not discuss.

"Any legal issues we need to know about? Do you have any outstanding warrants? Have you been convicted of a felony in the last 5 years?"

Odette paused, perhaps it was the bad memories coming to her head at the moment, perhaps it was looking at her handcuffed wrists and seeing the red markings emerging on her skin which she knew she'd have to explain to her friends and coaches after all of this, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I'm not a fucking criminal..." Odette spoke with the first hint of annoyance in her voice at her situation, in a slower whisper, and she looked back at the officer, who didn't react much apart from finishing up writing and setting the paper aside.

"I never said you were, ma'am. Don't make my job more difficult. Stand up." Foster ordered Odette and took a stride across the table to hold the young jogger's bicep as the girl was brought up to her feet, standing with her arms straight in front of her, wrists cuffed and palms open across her lap. Foster began to lead Odette, fairly firmly, towards another section of the room and across a corner where a large row of shelves was bolted against a wall next to a wooden door. What Odette saw on those shelves nearly made her stop in her tracks, if the officer hadn't been giving some force in dragging her along while the jogger gently scooted her tennis shoes on the floor, squeaking lightly.

Black and white colored fabric, with pink lettering, nearly folded up and sorted by sizes were all along the shelves and Odette knew what was about to happen, and she frowned lightly while Foster let her go, and took one of those folded up jumpsuits from the shelf below the words 'MEDIUM - WOMEN'.

"You know, I gotta put it on my report that you cursed at me, everything in here is recorded. You think you are gonna look good cursing at officers, especially when it took me several blips of my siren to stop you to begin with?" Foster finally scolded the young woman, standing near her, and in one motion, unfurling the black and white fabric jumpsuit, held together by a zipper. Foster took a key and unlocked Odette's handcuffs, setting them on her belt before thrusting the uniform in her now freed hands in one fluid motion, gesturing over to the door.

"You're gonna go in there and dress in. You're not wearing an underwire bra, so you won't need to take it off. Are you wearing a thong?"

Odette nearly fainted from embarrassment, shaking her head, wordless.

"Good. You can keep your underwear, but everything else goes in the hamper on the side of the door. It will be returned when you're released. Get dressed and then step outside. You can change privately, but you only have five minutes until I go in and investigate." The officer warned and then unlocked the door so that Odette could step inside. At this point, the girl was more or less like a ghost, at least her face was as pale as one, as she stepped forward slowly into the changing room, and the door was closed behind her. Odette knew that she was effectively on a timer, and as soon as she managed to get her bearings back, she realized that a minute or two had passed as she held the uniform in her hands and stared blankly at the wall in front of her.

The changing room was small, with no other doors besides the one behind her. There were two benches on either side, and a large hamper with a trash bag around it, likely for the easy collection of a prisoner's clothes by the officers. With the same concrete walls as before, the room was cold and soulless. Odette set the jumpsuit down on the bench, and kept staring at the article of clothing. The fabric was so rough and jagged, even in her soft hands, she only imagined how it would feel on her body. Held together by a zipper beginning at the crotch area and going nearly all the way to the collar, the jumpsuit was primarily white with large black stripes across horizontally. The black was very bold against the white, and it hurt Odette's eyes as the jumpsuit seemed so harsh and utilitarian, as if it were made to get dirty and knocked around in, as that was what prisoners did. This is how you identified a prisoner, and soon Odette would be one.

Her hands shook as she slowly slid off the orange jail slippers first, standing barefoot on the concrete floor, as she was hoping to avoid beforehand, but knowing she hardly had a choice at this juncture. Slowly, she slid her jogging shorts down her thighs and legs, stepping out of them with each leg before taking her beloved comfortable clothing and relinquishing it into the hamper. Odette stood, sadly, in a black pair of sport underwear and she was very fortunate for her own sake that no one was watching her, which made the next part of the process easier to stomach.

Odette put her hands across the bottom of her top, just above her toned stomach, and slid her pink top off of her body, revealing a black sports bra that didn't offer support like an underwire bra would, but Odette wasn't exactly planning on having people look at her while she was jogging either. The girl placed her top in the hamper slowly, her brunette hair was starting to frizzle up gently at being jostled by the motion and static of her top being lifted over her head. Odette hugged herself gently, dressed down to her bare essentials in her black bra and underwear, barefoot, and in an unfamiliar room and with unfamiliar people all around her, waiting to bark more orders at her.

"One more minute in there!" Foster began to knock on the door from outside, which made the jogging girl in her skivvies jump in surprise and yelp from her lips, both proving her earlier point and motivating her to get dressed. The girl held up the prisoner's jumpsuit and noticed that on the back of the suit, in bold, pink capital letters, the words 'CHIPAK COUNTY JAIL INMATE' were printed right across the shoudlerblades of the fabric. The girl whined, but slowly unzipped the uniform, opening it up to allow her to step her bare legs inside.

"God...it's so rough..." Odette spoke to herself, muttering softly and her cheeks turned to a rosy blush while the uniform legs soon covered her own in black and white stripes. The suit was baggy and at a women's medium, likely a size too big for her, as a result, Odette's athletic and healthy legs were hidden from view behind the legs of the jumpsuit and completed her uniformity to any other woman who was locked inside this jail. From behind her, Odette held the left sleeve of the uniform up, so that she could slide her right arm inside, fidgeting awkwardly before she manged to get herself dressed as if she were putting on a jacket that was way too big for her. Once she rolled her shoulders and had both sleeves on, she looked down to see the zipper open and her chest showing bare skin and belly which she slowly zipped up all the way to her collar, and a flap on the jumpsuit covered up the zipper which she made use of.

Odette had no mirror, but looking down at herself, she looked like some kind of black and white clown, in a jumpsuit that was too big for her. To add to the humiliation of being caught in something so ugly, the fabric itself was very tough on her skin, and rubbed against her belly and the small of her back in ways she wasn't used to while she moved around and shifted the jumpsuit around her body, listening to the clothing shake and shimmy in her ears, scratching and rustling. The girl had to gently roll up the sleeves of the jumpsuit to show her wrists, as she knew that the officer was going to want to handcuff them, putting the officer's thoughts ahead of her own, knowing she didn't want to cause any more trouble in here than she already assumed that she was in. Odette wriggled her bare feet into the jail slippers again, and completed the look of jail inmate. The girl sighed heavily, knowing that she didn't deserve to be in this kind of outfit, and in jail, but there was hardly anything she could do about it. Odette was just another inmate now, another criminal.

Meekly, the girl opened the door by turning the knob, and stepped out with her flip flops smacking on concrete, showing off her new look to someone else. Her brunette hair hung loosely over her collared jumpsuit and almost covered up the pink block lettering that so boldly declared that she was an inmate, which Odette was thankful for, but once she saw that Foster was reaching for her handcuffs again, Odette knew that something else was about to show off her new prisoner status.

"Hands behind your back." Foster spoke as she held her cuffs in her hand, keeping a hand across the chain of the cuffs while she watched the jogging girl turn around in her jumpsuit, shuffling as she did so. Foster rolled up Odette's black and white sleeves even more, before clicking one cuff across her left wrist and locking it shut firmly, and repeating the process quickly with her right wrist. Once Foster double locked the cuffs onto the inmate, she pressed the handcuffs gently across the now covered back of her prisoner, keeping the inmate secured.

"Keep your hands there, please." Foster ordered Odette and the girl simply stood, having to use some effort to keep her handcuffed wrists tight on her back instead of relaxing her arms as she was more used to, which caused the girl some stress as she kept her palms clenched into fists, letting out a soft moan of discomfort and then a slightly harsher one when Foster returned with a long, long chain.

"Wh...what...is...?" Odette asked, but the answer was displayed rather than explain as the chain was looped into a circle and then wrapped around her belly from the front, and cinched across her slender waist just above her hips. Foster used the excess chain to tighten the loop of chain around Odette's covered up belly, to the point where the metal links pressed up against the uniform but not her skin. With a small metal padlock, Foster locked the belly chain into place at that current position and hooked Odette's handcuffed wrists behind her back to the belly chain, making sure that the petite girl couldn't move her arms too far apart from her back.

"This...it's too much..." Odette whined softly, and attempted to do just that, trying to test the belly chain by moving her arms behind her but she was stopped before she could even move hardly a muscle, and she ended up hurting her wrists against the handcuffs for her troubles. "I can't..." Odette struggled lightly, writhing around in her jumpsuit and now her chains, feeling like a medieval prisoner girl heading to the dungeons until Foster put a hand on her shoulder, and brought the inmate girl back to reality.

"Gonna chain your feet now. Spread your legs and don't move." Foster responded and Odette whimpered as the reassuring hand was lifted from her shoulder. Chain her feet? More chains? The inmate started to softly bite her lip while she watched Foster lean down with a pair of cuffs, this time the two cuffs were connected by a much longer string of chain links as she saw the pair of leg irons sit on the floor behind her. Foster took Odette's left ankle and began to roll up the jumpsuit pantleg firmly to expose bare ankle, which quickly had a metallic cuff wrapped around it. The arm of the leg irons closed with intensity, clicking several times, almost endlessly until Odette felt the manacle firm across her skin.

This time, she finally did let out a light sob, choking a soft cry out as the second leg iron was applied, the jumpsuit pant leg was rolled up, and across her bare ankle, the arm locked shut with many ratchets and clicked shut upon her ankle, wrapping it up in steel. Odette held her head down, feeling defeated as her hair hung over her shoulders and she bent her shoulders down lightly, exposing the pink 'INMATE' lettering, which along with the chains upon her body, signaled where her place in society currently was.

Foster took Odette's covered up bicep and held it firmly, squeezing the skin as she started to turn the young woman around.

"Let's go, walk in short steps, if you take long strides, you'll end up hurting yourself." Foster explained and began to walk with her inmate in tow. Odette herself wanted to complain, wanted to shout and cry out, she wanted to tug, fight, escape, find some kind of freedom or comfort.

Instead she nodded, and tears ran down her pretty cheeks while she looked down at her leg ironed ankles, making tiny shuffling steps as she was led out of the room, the noise of clinking chain following her as she was so strictly restrained, to the point where she could only obey and comply. Her eyes darted down, normally bright auburn, now cloudy and downtrodden as she simply stared at her feet in the ugly flip flops, metal across her ankles, black and white stripes on her legs as the floor changed after several steps. It was only a harshly loud metallic clang that got her attention and made her head snap forward, to realize that a barred door was just opened, revealing a room to her.

The room contained four blank concrete walls, a small metallic bedframe with a thin cot, a metallic toilet, a sink made of stainless steel, and a loss of hope.

"Get inside. We'll get your information processed and you'll be informed of what to do next." Foster explained and gently pushed a hand across the middle of Odette's back, which to her surprise, the shackled inmate slowly walked inside, shuffling with her head down obediently. She wasn't sure what was on the girl's mind at this point, but she felt like some time in chains and a cell was what a girl like Odette needed to teach her a lesson anyways.

The cell door shut with a monstrous clap of metal against metal, and Foster placed her key inside to lock the young woman in. The officer turned to go on her way to file the paperwork for the girl she had just processed. As for Odette, in her rough spun black and white jumpsuit, constricting belly chain, tight handcuffs, horrific leg irons, gaudy jail flip flops, and locked into a jail cell by herself, with no windows, she finally sobbed loudly.

She was an inmate.

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Loose earbuds blared out a multitude of advertisements that often aired in an annoying block inside of any music app, just the kind of thing that would ruin a productive workday or a mid-morning jog. Unfortunately for 22 year old Odette Turner, her morning jog was ruined by much more than some crummy, clearly not targeted, local commercials. The metallic rings on her wrist, the ones that pinched her skin whenever she tried to make herself comfortable in her current seated position were doing a much better job at ruining her mood, and her spirit. While Odette was one to remain positive in any situation, the position of 'arrestee in handcuffs' wasn't one that usually aroused positive thought. The events that led her in the back of a police squad car were like a blur to her, almost as much as the random jumbling of words coming from her earbuds that hung loosely on her shoulders, the only ambient noise that Odette could hear apart from the slightly muffled engine noise from inside the cab of the police cruiser.

A light whimper finally escaped pink lips as the jogging girl attempted to move her manacled arms about, wanting to shift into a different position against the back seat. Molded into some kind of plastic base, the rear seat of the police car was very hard to get comfortable inside. Helping matters none was that the plastic was beginning to become moist due to the fact that the auburn haired beauty sitting against the seat had been arrested after running a fair distance and was naturally sweating even before meeting her arresting officer. Now that she was officially in custody of the law, poor Odette was looking much more distraught than from when she had begun her morning constitutional. Her beautiful milky skin had been reddened somewhat due to the officer's tight grip on her biceps, and the natural heat coming from inside of the back of the police car after a jog. Typically Odette's exercise was met with an air conditioned dorm room and some self-care in the form of water and sports drink. With no time to recover from her jog, and the stress of being handcuffed and taken away, Odette's skin was a gentle shade of red from exhaustion and her perfectly primped chestnut hair was frazzled. Her straight bangs were starting to become a mess and threatened to loosen completely behind her pink headband, and her ponytail was distressed due to the fact that the girl had kept slipping in the plastic seat. Her clothing, while still fashionable and on point for her exercising sensibilities, was not an outfit that anyone would want to be seen arrested in.

Odette was beginning to think about her outfit, however vain it seemed. Her midriff was showing, and a lot of her legs were exposed as well. They weren't actually going to take her into jail like this, right? What would the criminals think? They would probably all judge her, ridicule her. The 22 year old girl had to stop herself as she closed her eyes gently, feeling her heart rate increasing as the squad car hit yet another pothole, and a light squeak was heard from the back of the car as the girl's body gently creased across plastic coated seating. Why was she concerned about what criminals thought of her? She should be more focused on herself! What was going to happen to her? What would her dad think about this?

"Oh, God!" Odette spoke out loud and threw her head backwards with her eyes shut, which earned a gaze from the road by her arresting officer, but the woman in uniform didn't say anything.

Of all of the possible consequences of being arrested, Odette didn't once think about what her dad might think. A frown crossed her lips while she sat in the back, and looked at her bare knees, her cute sneakers moving while she began to move her feet up and down in a nervous twitching manner.

'Hey, Dad...sorry to pull you away from your super-important job and all your clients, but your precious dottie-bun was just ARRESTED today. She's wearing HANDCUFFS in the back of a POLICE CAR. Sorry!' Odette's mind was running wild at this point. She had never thought she would do anything to upset her father, and this would kind of be a giant bomb to drop considering the brunette's most previous offense was probably pushing her sister to the ground at the park...when she was 9.

Outside of the subtly tinted window, Odette could see the city park next to the police station. Birds were sitting in trees, old couples sat on park benches feeding squirrels, and families were sitting together and eating from picnic baskets, all groups being rewarded with fresh air and sunlight glowing on their smiling faces. That same sunlight suddenly disappeared from Odette's vision as the squad car had taken an abrupt left turn and down into an embankment covered by concrete walls. The vehicle had turned into a parking garage underneath the police station, and slowly crept to a stop under cover of dim artificial light.

The police station itself was nothing to write home about, or at least the portion that Odette could see. There wasn't much for her to see regardless, as the area in which the police car was parked looked like a simple garage compound. She could see a few police cruisers parked along parking spaces and large concrete columns holding up the underground structure but the only thing that indicated that there were any signs of life inside of this garage was a single door attached to the building proper. A metal sign was bolted to the wall, fairly large, next to the door. The sign read: 'ALL ACTIVITY MONITORED. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL AND INMATES ONLY'.

Odette bit her lip slightly, her front teeth distressing the normally perfect pink tone of her lips. Was that what she was now? An inmate? Why wasn't she authorized personnel? There were two sides of the law on that sign. Odette wanted to be authorized personnel rather than the inmate, that was where she belonged, she didn't belong in handcuffs, or under arrest, or...

"Step out, kid."

Odette felt a rush of air gust across her reddened cheeks and face, stale, but welcome as the squad car door swung open. The officer in blue stood with her arm holding the door open, her blue uniformed legs spread slightly to adjust to all of the heavy equipment on her belt. Blonde hair tied up in a bun, steely blue eyes gazed down from the policewoman to her newest arrestee. Officer Foster was a professional, but even she had to admit that this jogging girl was one of her most unusual collars in quite a while. From how Odette looked, to her attitude, to even how she ended up breaking the law, this would be quite the notable story.

Foster could tell just how clammy the brunette haired girl in handcuffs had gotten from the ride to the station, placing a gloved hand onto Odette's bicep firmly in order to very expertly unravel the tall girl from the back of the police car as if she were opening an origami spread. The girl's skin was a supple shade of pink and her chest behind the dull pink compression top that hugged her skin was heaving slightly, and Odette's brown eyes were starting to wander as the girl was brought to a standing position, giving off the deer-in-headlights look that most first time offenders gave when being brought to the jail.

"Relax. I'm going to take you inside now." Foster spoke to the young woman with some sincerity, although since she was an officer, she felt like she was just doing her job, and part of that job was trying to talk down suspects who were clearly in over their own heads. The policewoman and her suspect were an interesting pair, especially as Foster was slightly shorter than Odette, a fact that the officer was sure her co-workers were going to rib her about.

"It goes without saying, don't cause trouble in here."

Odette's nose wrinkled, probably the only amount of resistance she had put up since she was initially arrested, or even stopped by the officer. That one statement by the officer was fairly demeaning to her, as if the tall jogging girl was going to cause trouble. How much of a hassle could she be wearing handcuffs on her wrists? She wondered if she could bunny hop her way out of the station, but the levity in her mind was quickly going away upon entry to the police station. The area was very bright, with fluorescent white light everywhere to the point where shadows were hardly cast, not that there were many objects to cast a shadow. Where Odette was being led, only concrete corridors and large metal doors enveloped her vision. This wasn't like the police stations on television, with several hundred cops all sitting at their desks with suspects being brought in and lawyers called, this was a maze of white, grey, and beige, likely meant to confuse suspects to deter escape, Odette figured.

Finally something resembling actual decor appeared, a very long gunmetal desk with a few barstool-esque chairs sitting on either side. Beside the desk was a large file cabinet and a few plastic storage totes. Foster held Odette with the same force that she had during the arrest, despite the fact that her and the prisoner were the only people inside this enclosed area. The jogging girl took a look around the room, upon white concrete walls were poster boards and dry erase boards of what looked like officer's names and schedules, likely not anything that was pertinent to someone being arrested, Odette imagined.

"Alright, ma'am. You're going to be booked into the Chipak County Jail today, it's where all our prisoners are processed. I'll be your caretaker until you're placed into custody." Foster took a step behind Odette, releasing the iron grip on the young woman's arm, leaving a bit of a red discoloration along Odette's already fatigued skin. The jogging girl didn't say much, other than to lament at the fact that she was referred to as as prisoner. Her arms relaxed across her back, and she held her left index finger into a clasped right fist as she was oddly more comfortable standing up than sitting in the police car, despite being handcuffed. At least this place had some kind of air conditioning technology.

Odette heard a few clicks from behind her, reminding her of the noise the handcuffs made when the officer first placed them on her wrists, and it caught her attention rather quickly. The brunette looked over her shoulder, her ponytail swaying as she was grabbed by her arm again to keep her still. Foster took a key and began to unlock Odette's wrists, freeing her from the handcuffs with a few clicks of metallic ratchets opening and locks finally disengaging. Odette herself, not being told that this was going to happen, sheepishly kept her hands behind her, not daring to move without permission as the tall jogging girl stood at attention before Foster put a hand on her bare shoulder and turned the girl around with some firmness.

"Please empty out your property for me. Necklaces, watches, jewelry..." Foster began to explain, the shorter officer facing Odette before bending underneath the metallic desk to take a small plastic storage box and a plastic bag, both clear. "We'll keep your property here in a locker until you're released, but you cannot take them into the jail." The woman began to explain with her hands on her uniformed hips, and Odette whimpered slightly. The jogger looked like she wanted to protest, opening her ruby lips to try to muffle out some protest, but she simply stared back down, her auburn eyes staring at the clear plastic box. Odette put on a frown, and for the first time since she was a teenager, since she could remember, she pouted impotently.

Not entirely happy about the development of basically giving up her personal affects, Odette first began to reach her hands above her head, something she hadn't done in at least thirty minutes or more, and slowly removed her pink headband from her forehead. The cute headband was now covered in some moisture, so it wasn't hard to set it in the plastic box. The girl wordlessly took her phone, with the same pouting expression that she knew wasn't doing her any favors with the officer, but she didn't really care so much at this point. She turned off her phone and unplugged the earbuds from it. She took the earbuds from her shoulders and rolled them up nearly against her index and middle fingers before placing her phone and the earbuds in the box too, sighing.

"Uh...h...hair tie too?" Odette spoke softly, having to clear her dry throat, her soft voice echoing in the room even though the surroundings weren't that big at all. Foster slowly nodded, giving a non verbal affirmation which made Odette bite her lip and sneer. The college aged girl enjoyed having her hair up even when she wasn't running. The girl brought her hands to her ponytail and undid her hairtie, keeping her shoulder length brown locks ironically restrained. Odette threw her hair forward and brought it back before placing the hairtie in the box gently, not wanting to make aggressive movements in front of the officer. The young woman was frustrated, but knew that Foster was only doing her job, and it did neither party many favors if she decided to act up.

"Thanks." Foster gave her a modest thank you, most likely for not making her job any harder and the officer put a plastic lid on the box and left it sitting on the table, keeping an eye on her prisoner for the duration. "You see that wall on the far side? Walk up to it, place your feet on the markings and palms flat on the wall." The officer spoke without much emotion, like a public servant who had done this thousands of times before. Foster pointed at the nearby concrete wall where two white stickers had been placed fairly far apart, indicating the spot to place feet. Odette looked at the whole operation very skeptically, but the girl stepped forward. She placed a tennis shoe on one sticker, and then spread her legs wide to reach the next.

The girl let out a twinge of discomfort. Odette was no stranger to stretching long distances with her athletic background, but being cramped inside of the back of a police car, and then having to nearly do a standing split was brutal. She started to roll her eyes as she put her flat palms on the wall, similar to the position she was in earlier, only now this time fortunate enough to be staring at a blank wall and not several faces glancing back at her through a window. She could hear some snapping behind her, and a quick glance over her shoulder and past her locks that were now brushing and flowing over her back, Odette could see Foster replacing her black police gloves for blue latex ones.

"Relax. It's not what you think." Foster allowed herself to grin, the look on Odette's face was one that even the police officer arresting her couldn't help but find somewhat adorable, at least with how pathetic she looked. Odette's pouting expression on her lips, and eyes somewhat wide with nervousness made the tall girl somewhat antsy, but the young woman didn't move or resist while Foster placed her gloved palms on Odette's top. Foster glided her hands more comprehensively along Odette's clothing, including going underneath the fabric lightly with one finger along the edges of her top, touching the skin which made Odette suck her teeth.

Foster brought her gloved hands onto Odette's bare midriff and even searched along there too, but only in a gliding motion which made Odette wonder what the officer was intending to find there. Perhaps some prisoners taped things to their body, or put them in their belly buttons. Odette didn't much like the idea that she was beginning to think like a criminal. Foster brought her hands onto Odette's backside and ran her gloved hands over it, across the young woman's hips, and finally between the legs in a cupping motion which made Odette bow her head in shame. It didn't necessarily bother her as much as the fact that she was being treated like anyone else who could be brought in with suspicion of hiding something in a very gross place. She wanted to protest to the officer that she wasn't like that, but she knew it was no good.

Foster brought her hands along Odette's slender legs and around the shorts, moving a finger inside of the waistband and along the trim across her thighs before giving a quick check across bare legs, and then into her socks.

"Lift your leg." Odette did so, slowly raising her left ankle before Foster just took off her tennis shoe, which the young woman wasn't expecting but didn't resist.

"Down. Next leg." Foster spoke like she was instructing a pet, and Odette complied, raising up her right ankle, but knowing what to expect this time as her shoe was relinquished from her, and she was left to stand in a semi-split with her hands on the wall in her white cotton socks, assuming the 'position' of an arrested person.

"Okay, you're good. Stand up straight and turn around for me." Foster spoke again with a mix of robotic, bureaucratic boredom and sweet, soft female vocals. Odette figured things could be worse, a male guard could be barking orders at her. Odette stood up and groaned with a hint of relief while she hugged her arm to her chest, slowly turning around to see Foster holding a miniature LED flashlight in her hand.

"Open your mouth." Foster requested, or ordered, in the same sweet but authoritative tone and Odette did so without really thinking about why she did. "Tongue out. Say 'aaah'."

"Aaah..." Odette rolled her eyes gently while the flashlight was placed adjacent to her mouth but not put inside of it, thankfully. What was this officer even doing to her? Looking for drugs? Did people actually put drugs in their mouth? The thought made Odette cringe, but not more than when Foster put the flashlight next to her head and looked inside of her ears, both ears, but blissfully that was very quickly done. The police officer turned around for a brief moment, and as soon as she turned around, Odette began to protest, a soft whine finally escaping the girl's lips when she saw the item that the officer was holding in her gloved hands, two orange flip flop sandals.

"No...I'm not...come on, really?" Odette finally spoke, not doing herself many favors as she was sure the officer already thought she was aloof anyways. Foster dropped the flip flops on the floor, followed by a loud clacking sound from the rough rubber fabric that the shoes were not as much made out of as much as sculpted from a solid block of rubber.
"Socks off."

Odette grumbled and raised a leg, bending the knee to take one left sock off, resting her bare foot into a flip flop and nestling her big toe around the very thin toe hold connected to the outer part of the flip flop which was also just a thin strip of plastic that touched her upper foot. She repeated the process with her other foot, at least able to not have to trudge around this unfamiliar area barefoot. Odette did figure that perhaps the concrete floor was more clean than the flip flops she had on, and the gaudy orange made her eyes want to start gushing blood from how hideous they were.

Meanwhile, Odette wasn't even paying attention as Foster placed a white sheet of paper on the metal desk along with a pad of ink and told the young woman to step over. The former jogging girl took a few steps forward and Foster ordered her to sit on the barstool with a fingerpoint. Odette's hand was taken wordlessly and her fingers were pressed against the ink pad, all individually, each finger rolled a few times onto the ink, and then pressed on the pad and rolled onto it just as firmly and efficiently. The girl didn't protest, her brown eyes simply stared at the ink on the paper as her fingerprints were taken and recorded on a sheet of paper that read 'CHIPAK COUNTY INMATE RECORD' and then a few blank spots where a name and number would go. The girl frowned and her other hand was taken, the process repeated, she remembered fingerpaints when she was little, this wasn't exactly the same.

"Stand up, back to the wall. Face the camera. Don't smile." Foster gave another order, this time the order was more firm than the last ones as the officer must have been getting fatigued over the arduous process of intaking a prisoner into the jail. Odette oddly felt more sympathetic to the policewoman than her own self, who was the one who was going to get a criminal record to show for all of this discomfort and uniformity. Regardless, the young woman stood near the white concrete wall and faced the camera lens that was resting on the desk near a computer monitor, the camera was shaped more like a webcam camera that was used in the early 2000's when Odette was small.

"Stay still...aaand..." The policewoman spoke and there was no bright flash or noise like in the movies, and Odette was surprised when the officer turned the computer monitor around on a swivel to show Odette her very first mugshot. The young woman wasn't smiling, having no reason to, which was rare for a photo of her, since even in her student ID she was smiling. Instead, Odette looked confused mostly, her brown eyes seemed to look lost and glazed, her mouth was in between a pout and a downright frown, and her upper body was showing up to her shoulders, adding a splash of pink from her cute outfit. What bothered her the most about the mugshot was that her hair was down, as she always put her hair up when she knew her picture was going to be taken, even for a selfie. Now her most famous picture would be of her with her hair rolling over her shoulders, which made her insecure.

"Okay, have a seat please, but give me your wrists." Foster requested from the young woman and Odette was in the process of holding her hands out in front of her sheepishly while the officer was reaching back into her belt for a pair of silver chained handcuffs. Odette began to muse that she hadn't seen the woman actually remove the handcuffs from her belt the first time, she was too busy looking at the aforementioned wall of the coffee shop. However, the brunette haired girl didn't fight as the handcuffs were brought to her wrists, held together in front of her pathetically like she had envisioned someone surrendering themselves to look, her back gently arched in a show of compliance as the metal rings clicked upon her wrists. She didn't notice it at the time, or when she was being searched, but there were small indents on the skin of her wrists from the previous time the cuffs were on her along with some pink discoloration.

With several clicks, each ring of the cuff was placed onto her wrists and slowly locked, the arms closing and encircling her in manacles once more. Odette was gestured to sit down, and the girl did so, chain clinking as her cuffed hands sat on the metal desk with her elbows on the table. This was her first time to really get a good look at the handcuffs, seeing her reflection as best she could around the handcuff joints on either cuff and the shiny chain in the middle, three links that barely allowed her to move her wrists on top of each other without causing some kind of pain. Odette kept palms flat on the table in front of her, each wrist held far enough apart to not stretch the chain, but leave it dangling somewhat without any tension. The officer began to clear her throat.

"I'm going to ask you some questions now, fill out some paperwork, and then you'll be on your way to sit in a cell. Probably for maybe a few minutes until we get all of your information processed into our computer." The officer spoke and glanced at Odette, the eyes of officer and apprehended prisoner met for a brief moment, which made Odette's heart skip lightly, and she wasn't entirely sure why.

"Okay, your full name is Odette Turner?" Foster asked, taking a pen from her front uniform pocket and once again sliding a sheet of paper from underneath the desk onto the table in front of her, she began to start to jot things down, looking away from the young woman and focusing on her work.

"Uh...y..yes. My middle name is Marianne, if you...if it's relevant..." Odette whimpered gently, speaking and feeling very insecure about answering questions as casually as she was. This was like a job interview, but she was wearing handcuffs, so it felt more like an interrogation. Odette began to bring her fingers closer together, clasping her right index, middle finger, and ring finger over her left hand and clenching the digits together as her handcuffs clinked, the only noise aside from the jotting down of a pen against paper.

"Address?"

"21 Harbor Court." Odette answered softly. "Student housing at the University."

"Okay, you're a student then? I'm going to need your dorm number and then your home address, please." Foster answered politely, but her eyes were still on the paper in front of her.

"Um...y-yeah. Dorm 115, female...section...obviously.." Odette moved to rub her neck, a common move for her when she was nervous, only to end up bringing her entire other handcuffed hand with her, which meant she had to clasp one hand around the front of her neck to accomplish the feat, and felt the chain of the metal handcuffs against her skin, which was extremely cold and gave her goosebumps all over. She shuddered.

"My home address is 4121 Willow Street. Here in Chipak, ma'am." Odette gently brought her hands onto her lap.

"Keep your hands on the table, please." Foster glanced up at her prisoner to give the order, which the young woman quickly obeyed with a few clanking noises of cuffs hitting the table once more, and then looked back at her paper.

"Who lives at this residence?"

"My dad and my younger sister." Odette answered calmly.

"Do you have transport out of the jail if we were to release you on your own recognizance?"

"I...could call my sister, probably...my dad is most likely at work.." Odette's father was fairly well known in the city, the man worked long hours as a therapist who sometimes appeared on television. The young woman hated bringing up that fact, that she probably had more than the average person as far as money due to her family's upbringing, to the point where it had to be dragged out of her, that information, to most people wanting to know more about her. She certainly didn't want to bother any of her friends, or necessarily let them know that she was in jail.

"Any medical issues? Prescriptions we should know about? Allergies?"

Odette shook her head. She was as fit as anyone most likely in this building right now, probably even most officers, but she didn't dare speak or suggest it.

"Any issues with drugs? Mental illness? Injuries or disability?"

Odette frowned at that line of questioning and her auburn eyes darted to her handcuffs, the girl's fingers gently drumming on the metal table as she nervously shook her head. Odette was going to school to be an athletic trainer, she would be the one asking these questions, not being the one asked if she has any kind of drug problem or illness. That also brought up memories of her mother, a subject she would more than happy to not discuss.

"Any legal issues we need to know about? Do you have any outstanding warrants? Have you been convicted of a felony in the last 5 years?"

Odette paused, perhaps it was the bad memories coming to her head at the moment, perhaps it was looking at her handcuffed wrists and seeing the red markings emerging on her skin which she knew she'd have to explain to her friends and coaches after all of this, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I'm not a fucking criminal..." Odette spoke with the first hint of annoyance in her voice at her situation, in a slower whisper, and she looked back at the officer, who didn't react much apart from finishing up writing and setting the paper aside.

"I never said you were, ma'am. Don't make my job more difficult. Stand up." Foster ordered Odette and took a stride across the table to hold the young jogger's bicep as the girl was brought up to her feet, standing with her arms straight in front of her, wrists cuffed and palms open across her lap. Foster began to lead Odette, fairly firmly, towards another section of the room and across a corner where a large row of shelves was bolted against a wall next to a wooden door. What Odette saw on those shelves nearly made her stop in her tracks, if the officer hadn't been giving some force in dragging her along while the jogger gently scooted her tennis shoes on the floor, squeaking lightly.

Black and white colored fabric, with pink lettering, nearly folded up and sorted by sizes were all along the shelves and Odette knew what was about to happen, and she frowned lightly while Foster let her go, and took one of those folded up jumpsuits from the shelf below the words 'MEDIUM - WOMEN'.

"You know, I gotta put it on my report that you cursed at me, everything in here is recorded. You think you are gonna look good cursing at officers, especially when it took me several blips of my siren to stop you to begin with?" Foster finally scolded the young woman, standing near her, and in one motion, unfurling the black and white fabric jumpsuit, held together by a zipper. Foster took a key and unlocked Odette's handcuffs, setting them on her belt before thrusting the uniform in her now freed hands in one fluid motion, gesturing over to the door.

"You're gonna go in there and dress in. You're not wearing an underwire bra, so you won't need to take it off. Are you wearing a thong?"

Odette nearly fainted from embarrassment, shaking her head, wordless.

"Good. You can keep your underwear, but everything else goes in the hamper on the side of the door. It will be returned when you're released. Get dressed and then step outside. You can change privately, but you only have five minutes until I go in and investigate." The officer warned and then unlocked the door so that Odette could step inside. At this point, the girl was more or less like a ghost, at least her face was as pale as one, as she stepped forward slowly into the changing room, and the door was closed behind her. Odette knew that she was effectively on a timer, and as soon as she managed to get her bearings back, she realized that a minute or two had passed as she held the uniform in her hands and stared blankly at the wall in front of her.

The changing room was small, with no other doors besides the one behind her. There were two benches on either side, and a large hamper with a trash bag around it, likely for the easy collection of a prisoner's clothes by the officers. With the same concrete walls as before, the room was cold and soulless. Odette set the jumpsuit down on the bench, and kept staring at the article of clothing. The fabric was so rough and jagged, even in her soft hands, she only imagined how it would feel on her body. Held together by a zipper beginning at the crotch area and going nearly all the way to the collar, the jumpsuit was primarily white with large black stripes across horizontally. The black was very bold against the white, and it hurt Odette's eyes as the jumpsuit seemed so harsh and utilitarian, as if it were made to get dirty and knocked around in, as that was what prisoners did. This is how you identified a prisoner, and soon Odette would be one.

Her hands shook as she slowly slid off the orange jail slippers first, standing barefoot on the concrete floor, as she was hoping to avoid beforehand, but knowing she hardly had a choice at this juncture. Slowly, she slid her jogging shorts down her thighs and legs, stepping out of them with each leg before taking her beloved comfortable clothing and relinquishing it into the hamper. Odette stood, sadly, in a black pair of sport underwear and she was very fortunate for her own sake that no one was watching her, which made the next part of the process easier to stomach.

Odette put her hands across the bottom of her top, just above her toned stomach, and slid her pink top off of her body, revealing a black sports bra that didn't offer support like an underwire bra would, but Odette wasn't exactly planning on having people look at her while she was jogging either. The girl placed her top in the hamper slowly, her brunette hair was starting to frizzle up gently at being jostled by the motion and static of her top being lifted over her head. Odette hugged herself gently, dressed down to her bare essentials in her black bra and underwear, barefoot, and in an unfamiliar room and with unfamiliar people all around her, waiting to bark more orders at her.

"One more minute in there!" Foster began to knock on the door from outside, which made the jogging girl in her skivvies jump in surprise and yelp from her lips, both proving her earlier point and motivating her to get dressed. The girl held up the prisoner's jumpsuit and noticed that on the back of the suit, in bold, pink capital letters, the words 'CHIPAK COUNTY JAIL INMATE' were printed right across the shoudlerblades of the fabric. The girl whined, but slowly unzipped the uniform, opening it up to allow her to step her bare legs inside.

"God...it's so rough..." Odette spoke to herself, muttering softly and her cheeks turned to a rosy blush while the uniform legs soon covered her own in black and white stripes. The suit was baggy and at a women's medium, likely a size too big for her, as a result, Odette's athletic and healthy legs were hidden from view behind the legs of the jumpsuit and completed her uniformity to any other woman who was locked inside this jail. From behind her, Odette held the left sleeve of the uniform up, so that she could slide her right arm inside, fidgeting awkwardly before she manged to get herself dressed as if she were putting on a jacket that was way too big for her. Once she rolled her shoulders and had both sleeves on, she looked down to see the zipper open and her chest showing bare skin and belly which she slowly zipped up all the way to her collar, and a flap on the jumpsuit covered up the zipper which she made use of.

Odette had no mirror, but looking down at herself, she looked like some kind of black and white clown, in a jumpsuit that was too big for her. To add to the humiliation of being caught in something so ugly, the fabric itself was very tough on her skin, and rubbed against her belly and the small of her back in ways she wasn't used to while she moved around and shifted the jumpsuit around her body, listening to the clothing shake and shimmy in her ears, scratching and rustling. The girl had to gently roll up the sleeves of the jumpsuit to show her wrists, as she knew that the officer was going to want to handcuff them, putting the officer's thoughts ahead of her own, knowing she didn't want to cause any more trouble in here than she already assumed that she was in. Odette wriggled her bare feet into the jail slippers again, and completed the look of jail inmate. The girl sighed heavily, knowing that she didn't deserve to be in this kind of outfit, and in jail, but there was hardly anything she could do about it. Odette was just another inmate now, another criminal.

Meekly, the girl opened the door by turning the knob, and stepped out with her flip flops smacking on concrete, showing off her new look to someone else. Her brunette hair hung loosely over her collared jumpsuit and almost covered up the pink block lettering that so boldly declared that she was an inmate, which Odette was thankful for, but once she saw that Foster was reaching for her handcuffs again, Odette knew that something else was about to show off her new prisoner status.

"Hands behind your back." Foster spoke as she held her cuffs in her hand, keeping a hand across the chain of the cuffs while she watched the jogging girl turn around in her jumpsuit, shuffling as she did so. Foster rolled up Odette's black and white sleeves even more, before clicking one cuff across her left wrist and locking it shut firmly, and repeating the process quickly with her right wrist. Once Foster double locked the cuffs onto the inmate, she pressed the handcuffs gently across the now covered back of her prisoner, keeping the inmate secured.

"Keep your hands there, please." Foster ordered Odette and the girl simply stood, having to use some effort to keep her handcuffed wrists tight on her back instead of relaxing her arms as she was more used to, which caused the girl some stress as she kept her palms clenched into fists, letting out a soft moan of discomfort and then a slightly harsher one when Foster returned with a long, long chain.

"Wh...what...is...?" Odette asked, but the answer was displayed rather than explain as the chain was looped into a circle and then wrapped around her belly from the front, and cinched across her slender waist just above her hips. Foster used the excess chain to tighten the loop of chain around Odette's covered up belly, to the point where the metal links pressed up against the uniform but not her skin. With a small metal padlock, Foster locked the belly chain into place at that current position and hooked Odette's handcuffed wrists behind her back to the belly chain, making sure that the petite girl couldn't move her arms too far apart from her back.

"This...it's too much..." Odette whined softly, and attempted to do just that, trying to test the belly chain by moving her arms behind her but she was stopped before she could even move hardly a muscle, and she ended up hurting her wrists against the handcuffs for her troubles. "I can't..." Odette struggled lightly, writhing around in her jumpsuit and now her chains, feeling like a medieval prisoner girl heading to the dungeons until Foster put a hand on her shoulder, and brought the inmate girl back to reality.

"Gonna chain your feet now. Spread your legs and don't move." Foster responded and Odette whimpered as the reassuring hand was lifted from her shoulder. Chain her feet? More chains? The inmate started to softly bite her lip while she watched Foster lean down with a pair of cuffs, this time the two cuffs were connected by a much longer string of chain links as she saw the pair of leg irons sit on the floor behind her. Foster took Odette's left ankle and began to roll up the jumpsuit pantleg firmly to expose bare ankle, which quickly had a metallic cuff wrapped around it. The arm of the leg irons closed with intensity, clicking several times, almost endlessly until Odette felt the manacle firm across her skin.

This time, she finally did let out a light sob, choking a soft cry out as the second leg iron was applied, the jumpsuit pant leg was rolled up, and across her bare ankle, the arm locked shut with many ratchets and clicked shut upon her ankle, wrapping it up in steel. Odette held her head down, feeling defeated as her hair hung over her shoulders and she bent her shoulders down lightly, exposing the pink 'INMATE' lettering, which along with the chains upon her body, signaled where her place in society currently was.

Foster took Odette's covered up bicep and held it firmly, squeezing the skin as she started to turn the young woman around.

"Let's go, walk in short steps, if you take long strides, you'll end up hurting yourself." Foster explained and began to walk with her inmate in tow. Odette herself wanted to complain, wanted to shout and cry out, she wanted to tug, fight, escape, find some kind of freedom or comfort.

Instead she nodded, and tears ran down her pretty cheeks while she looked down at her leg ironed ankles, making tiny shuffling steps as she was led out of the room, the noise of clinking chain following her as she was so strictly restrained, to the point where she could only obey and comply. Her eyes darted down, normally bright auburn, now cloudy and downtrodden as she simply stared at her feet in the ugly flip flops, metal across her ankles, black and white stripes on her legs as the floor changed after several steps. It was only a harshly loud metallic clang that got her attention and made her head snap forward, to realize that a barred door was just opened, revealing a room to her.

The room contained four blank concrete walls, a small metallic bedframe with a thin cot, a metallic toilet, a sink made of stainless steel, and a loss of hope.

"Get inside. We'll get your information processed and you'll be informed of what to do next." Foster explained and gently pushed a hand across the middle of Odette's back, which to her surprise, the shackled inmate slowly walked inside, shuffling with her head down obediently. She wasn't sure what was on the girl's mind at this point, but she felt like some time in chains and a cell was what a girl like Odette needed to teach her a lesson anyways.

The cell door shut with a monstrous clap of metal against metal, and Foster placed her key inside to lock the young woman in. The officer turned to go on her way to file the paperwork for the girl she had just processed. As for Odette, in her rough spun black and white jumpsuit, constricting belly chain, tight handcuffs, horrific leg irons, gaudy jail flip flops, and locked into a jail cell by herself, with no windows, she finally sobbed loudly.

She was an inmate.