Innocence

The Walk Of "Shame"

Abigail's POV

We left the interrogation room, and headed back down the hallway. Something was different. The cells were empty.

"Yo, where is everyone?" This caused him to laugh.

Man, I want to kick his knees in so bad!!

"They're outside. All so excited to meet you!" He smirked.

Oh no. I didn't let any fear show. "Bring it on." I smiled back.

All too soon we were out in the courtyard. As I looked around I could see a field much like a high school football field with a track. Off to the side were benches and other workout equipment.

In the middle of the field, leading to the doorway we were standing in, were the other prisoners. They were in two lines facing each other.

Why did this remind me of a gauntlet?

I looked at the faces of the prisoners. All had their eyes on me. The attention isn't what made me slightly nervous. It was the look of pure hatred on their faces. They all look like they want to kill me.......

"Listen up Dogs!!!" Señor Bad Cop sudden outburst startled everyone. "You have a new mutt to add to your liter! Say hello to the American Foxhound Abigail Stewart!" I scowled. Out of all the the dogs, he picks the Foxhound??

The other prisoners whistled so I did the lady thing of flipping them off with a bright smile. This caused them to laugh. Hmm maybe this won't be too bad.

Suddenly I was shoved forward. "Well excuse you!!" The prisoners laughed.

"Walk." Señor Bad Cop sneered. I raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Make me!" I smirked back.

He grabbed the front of my tank top pulling me forward making our noses touch. "Don't. Tempt. Me."

"Rape."

That one word made him push me away like I had burned him. I heard a few inmates snicker.

"Listen here, girl, if you keep up this attitude of sass I will make sure I turn a blinds eye."

I laughed. "That doesn't sound like much of a punishment. And did you just say attitude of sass?? That doesn't even make sense Señor."

"Trust me. You have no idea what can go down here." He sneered.

"It's going down!!! I'm yelling TIMBER!!!" I busted into song, dancing like a madman. I heard a few prisoners laugh and even heard a few join in.

Suddenly I wasn't singing or dancing. I was on the floor with my cheek stinging.

"Ohhhhh Señor Bad Cop has a little bit of temper!" I said in a funny accent.

"You bet I do!!" He said picking me up by my hair and throwing me back down. And let me tell you, it hurts as bad as it sounds.

Geez... What happened to technically aren't allowed to do anything to you?

I laughed as I stood up without help. "Wow. You are a lot stronger than you look!" I laughed, awkwardly slapping him on the arm gently. He gave me a death glare before it slowly turned into an evil grin.

"As you all know," he said addressing the other inmates while holding my gaze. "We like to tell each new inmates history and then have them walk through our lovely lines." He gestured towards the two lines.

I rolled my eyes as he continued. "This sparky Chihuahua is Abigail Stewart. An American." He said American with clear disgust which caused me to roll my eyes. "She is here because she well.... She attached the Prime Ministers son." Some eyes widened, some eyes showed impress and one pair of eyes showed pure hatred.