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Trisha's POV:

As she was looking through the small window of her cell Trisha could see that the sun was getting to its highest point, which meant that it was about time to complete the 24 hrs since she got locked up in this "Watch cell". During the last day, Trisha had been thinking about everything that went wrong from the moment that she accepted Rick's deal and planned to rob the bank, to her current circumstances, but this was not new since she had been going through all of these events over and over since she was arrested almost a year ago. Being in prison after all is just plain boring and gives you a lot of time alone to spend with your thoughts and think about your regrets since there is not much else to do while locked up in a cell.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, and fucking Damnation" Trisha was shouting while punching the wall with her fists. Fear, Despair, Anger, confusion, and dread were all mixing together and she did not know what to do with her emotions at this point in time. She still could not believe that she was sent to the worst prison in the world just for making the bad decision of following through with the bank heist, there was something sketchy with her case since her lawyer kept saying that everything was okay, but suddenly on the last day, the prosecution took, out of nowhere, evidence that they were not aware of and even more so that it was fabricated. She had gone through depression, despair, and anger in the last 24 hours and still could not figure out what exactly went wrong or how she was feeling about everything.

"That fucking stupid lawyer and his advice of fighting her case in court made everything worse, 35 years? How in damnation does that even make sense? Were sentences even that long in the first place?" After they declared her guilty of all counts she was quickly shot with a numbing agent, wrapped up in a straightjacket, and sent to this place with barely able to pronounce a word. Some asshole had drugged her at the courthouse and without her consent, three court officers got her naked and put her in an extremely tight and hot rough canva straightjacket. When she regained her senses in the middle of the transport she started to shout and scream, but they quiet her away by putting a cloth gag in her mouth. Then barely able to move, itching like no tomorrow due tot he straightjacket and sweating like crazy she was left like that for over 5 hours while they reached the Maximum Security facility.

Then I arrived arrive here and without much of a choice got naked, sprayed with a strong torrent of water and as the cherry on top that sadistic bitch with gray hair did the most painful cavity search that Trish had ever had since she got arrested, to the point that Trisha could still feel her asshole burning. Then they pointed her towards a table that had an orange prison uniform, I was trying to pretend that none of this was real, but when I saw the bright orange jumpsuit with the dark bold letters in the back, at that moment I could feel the weight of the world falling on my head. Until this moment of Trisha's inmate life she was always wearing the standard green pants and shirt of the detention center, but the rough texture of the jumpsuit made every single movement uncomfortable since the orange jumpsuit was a size to big and rough fabric somehow made every sensitive area itch. The overgrown nature of it made her feel like if she was on an orange bright bag that someone needed to pick up.

"Bloody damnation, but of course everything in here is uncomfortable, this damn uniform itches like if it was a punishment of the beast and if I take it off I just freeze to death, is this already part of my punishment?" Trisha said to the air not expecting anyone to answer but heard a voice back.

"You know, orange doesn't really look that bad on you right?" on the other side of the door she could hear the same voice of the sadistic guard that did her cavity search yesterday, almost emotionless as if mocking her.

"Please let me at least speak to my lawyer this is unfair, I did not even hit that guy, how can this shit be happening to someone?" Trisha shouted back at the door.

"Ms. Dentz we went through this yesterday, you were declared guilty at the court, our role is to administer your sentence and right now what we need to do is get you set up, so make up to the idea and for now at least put your hands against the wall we need to restrain you so that you can go to a few other places before you settle into your new home, sounds good"

Is this sadistic bitch enjoying this situation somehow? Trisha thought while trying to control her emotions, at the moment there wasn't much else to do so might as well be compliant and follow her instructions.

"Fuck, fine just get me out of this room my hands are against the wall". Trisha heard the metal door creaking open and some fresh air entered into the room. Then she heard the clicking of chains that Dezra had on her hands and when she turned her head slightly she could see that there was a second guard behind her pointing what I assume was an anesthetic gun at me, similar to the one they use at court when they put me in the straightjacket.

"This is what is going to happen I am going to put these transport restraints on you that you are already familiar with from the detention center, and we are going to take a walk through a few different places. My preference is for you to not make me force you to do anything since I prefer to have a quiet start to my week sounds good. Now keep your hands up on that wall and give me a minute here while I put everything on you"

Trisha noticed how instead of a waist chain like she was used to Dezra attached a black waist belt that went around her abdomen and was locked on her back after she heard a click of a padlock setting into place. The belt had a pair of handcuffs already attached and a long chain that fell to the floor with leg shackles. The next thing the guard did was to fasten the leg shackles around her ankles with the expertise of someone that knew not to put them too tight to cause pain or too loose to allow them to sleep through her feet.

"Now turn around," the gray-haired bitch asked her told her.

She proceeded to take my Right arm first then fastened the handcuff around the right wrist and then proceeded to do the same with my left wrist.

"That wasn't too bad was it? Now follow along we have a busy couple of hours and we need to do many things.

Trisha, with a heavy feeling decided to follow her instructions, but she still had a way out if she found the right opportunity, so she decided to play along and do everything as instructed. There was no way that she was going to spend 35 years in this concrete tomb doing hard labor. Those were Trisha's thoughts as she followed the sadistic bitch of a guard out of the cell.

Prev: Interlude - Risk Prevention 1 - Dezra

Next: Interlude - Risk Prevent 3 - Dezra

Trisha Dentz Court Transfer Report: Trisha Dentz - Court Transfer Report

Description

Trisha's POV:

As she was looking through the small window of her cell Trisha could see that the sun was getting to its highest point, which meant that it was about time to complete the 24 hrs since she got locked up in this "Watch cell". During the last day, Trisha had been thinking about everything that went wrong from the moment that she accepted Rick's deal and planned to rob the bank, to her current circumstances, but this was not new since she had been going through all of these events over and over since she was arrested almost a year ago. Being in prison after all is just plain boring and gives you a lot of time alone to spend with your thoughts and think about your regrets since there is not much else to do while locked up in a cell.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, and fucking Damnation" Trisha was shouting while punching the wall with her fists. Fear, Despair, Anger, confusion, and dread were all mixing together and she did not know what to do with her emotions at this point in time. She still could not believe that she was sent to the worst prison in the world just for making the bad decision of following through with the bank heist, there was something sketchy with her case since her lawyer kept saying that everything was okay, but suddenly on the last day, the prosecution took, out of nowhere, evidence that they were not aware of and even more so that it was fabricated. She had gone through depression, despair, and anger in the last 24 hours and still could not figure out what exactly went wrong or how she was feeling about everything.

"That fucking stupid lawyer and his advice of fighting her case in court made everything worse, 35 years? How in damnation does that even make sense? Were sentences even that long in the first place?" After they declared her guilty of all counts she was quickly shot with a numbing agent, wrapped up in a straightjacket, and sent to this place with barely able to pronounce a word. Some asshole had drugged her at the courthouse and without her consent, three court officers got her naked and put her in an extremely tight and hot rough canva straightjacket. When she regained her senses in the middle of the transport she started to shout and scream, but they quiet her away by putting a cloth gag in her mouth. Then barely able to move, itching like no tomorrow due tot he straightjacket and sweating like crazy she was left like that for over 5 hours while they reached the Maximum Security facility.

Then I arrived arrive here and without much of a choice got naked, sprayed with a strong torrent of water and as the cherry on top that sadistic bitch with gray hair did the most painful cavity search that Trish had ever had since she got arrested, to the point that Trisha could still feel her asshole burning. Then they pointed her towards a table that had an orange prison uniform, I was trying to pretend that none of this was real, but when I saw the bright orange jumpsuit with the dark bold letters in the back, at that moment I could feel the weight of the world falling on my head. Until this moment of Trisha's inmate life she was always wearing the standard green pants and shirt of the detention center, but the rough texture of the jumpsuit made every single movement uncomfortable since the orange jumpsuit was a size to big and rough fabric somehow made every sensitive area itch. The overgrown nature of it made her feel like if she was on an orange bright bag that someone needed to pick up.

"Bloody damnation, but of course everything in here is uncomfortable, this damn uniform itches like if it was a punishment of the beast and if I take it off I just freeze to death, is this already part of my punishment?" Trisha said to the air not expecting anyone to answer but heard a voice back.

"You know, orange doesn't really look that bad on you right?" on the other side of the door she could hear the same voice of the sadistic guard that did her cavity search yesterday, almost emotionless as if mocking her.

"Please let me at least speak to my lawyer this is unfair, I did not even hit that guy, how can this shit be happening to someone?" Trisha shouted back at the door.

"Ms. Dentz we went through this yesterday, you were declared guilty at the court, our role is to administer your sentence and right now what we need to do is get you set up, so make up to the idea and for now at least put your hands against the wall we need to restrain you so that you can go to a few other places before you settle into your new home, sounds good"

Is this sadistic bitch enjoying this situation somehow? Trisha thought while trying to control her emotions, at the moment there wasn't much else to do so might as well be compliant and follow her instructions.

"Fuck, fine just get me out of this room my hands are against the wall". Trisha heard the metal door creaking open and some fresh air entered into the room. Then she heard the clicking of chains that Dezra had on her hands and when she turned her head slightly she could see that there was a second guard behind her pointing what I assume was an anesthetic gun at me, similar to the one they use at court when they put me in the straightjacket.

"This is what is going to happen I am going to put these transport restraints on you that you are already familiar with from the detention center, and we are going to take a walk through a few different places. My preference is for you to not make me force you to do anything since I prefer to have a quiet start to my week sounds good. Now keep your hands up on that wall and give me a minute here while I put everything on you"

Trisha noticed how instead of a waist chain like she was used to Dezra attached a black waist belt that went around her abdomen and was locked on her back after she heard a click of a padlock setting into place. The belt had a pair of handcuffs already attached and a long chain that fell to the floor with leg shackles. The next thing the guard did was to fasten the leg shackles around her ankles with the expertise of someone that knew not to put them too tight to cause pain or too loose to allow them to sleep through her feet.

"Now turn around," the gray-haired bitch asked her told her.

She proceeded to take my Right arm first then fastened the handcuff around the right wrist and then proceeded to do the same with my left wrist.

"That wasn't too bad was it? Now follow along we have a busy couple of hours and we need to do many things.

Trisha, with a heavy feeling decided to follow her instructions, but she still had a way out if she found the right opportunity, so she decided to play along and do everything as instructed. There was no way that she was going to spend 35 years in this concrete tomb doing hard labor. Those were Trisha's thoughts as she followed the sadistic bitch of a guard out of the cell.

Prev: Interlude - Risk Prevention 1 - Dezra

Next: Interlude - Risk Prevent 3 - Dezra

Trisha Dentz Court Transfer Report: Trisha Dentz - Court Transfer Report