Mystic Legacy (BOOK 1)

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 *Warning: The following chapter contains descriptions of police brutality, violence, blood, and mental abuse  

   Jess' POV
A loud knock on the door woke me from my not so pleasant slumber since I've been sleeping on a hard mattress for what felt like 3 days straight.

I have no idea how long I've been in this hell, I've lost track of the days.

A tall, well built man walked into my cell and ordered me to get up and come follow him.

I got up and stretched my limbs but was stopped when he aggressively pulled me out of the room and placed both of my wrists behind my back and locked handcuffs.

Mind you, my wrists were still sore from when I had that talk with that sadistic bitch, so the cold, hard, metal against my bruised wrists wasn't it for me and it stung.

He grabbed me by the wrist and motioned me to this white room with a couple of mirrors in it and barber shop chairs in front of it. By both mirrors, there's a small table with electrical hair clippers.

He pulled me inside and made me sat down on the big black leathery chair as he turned on the hair clipper.

"What are you doing?" I asked with panic. His emotionless expression said absolutely nothing and in a dead tone, he replied,

"I was ordered to shave your head, before your execu-"

"No, you are not, shaving my goddamn head. What drug are you on?"

"You better not be accusing me of doing drugs when you do more than an average drug addict." He said. I turned to look at him with a face of disgust and felt disrespected.

What a piece of shit.

"What makes you say that?"

"When you were knocked out, we took your blood for tests to see if it'd match the suspect's blood. Not only is your blood rare, but the amount of alcohol and medication is indescribable."

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. No wonder why that bitch suspected me. What a piece of shit.

"Well you're not going to shave my hair. I won't let you." He stared into my eyes and placed the clippers down and huffed air out as if he was getting impatient.

The door then opened and came in the devil herself.

"Why isn't her head shaved off?" She walked up behind me. I can see that evil smirk from the reflection of the mirror and I just want to put my hands on her.

"She refused."

"And she gives orders now?" She turned the chair around so I can face her. She placed both hands on the arm rest of the chair and leaned forward.

"You think you can get away with shit huh?" She leaned closer, I pushed myself back, already feeling uncomfortable and losing patience.

"I have nice hair, I don't want it to go to waste." I smirked at the words and her lifeless smile dropped to a frown.

"Alright then, before we continue, you need to eat some-"

"No thanks, I'm not hungry." I cut her off. I've lost my appetite ever since I've been to this town.

"Very well then. Bring her in the execution room." The man aggressively picked me up and dragged me into a different room with the electrical chair.

On the wall, there's a volt switch to turn it on and a window so that people can watch the execution.

What sick fuck is this?

They tied me up on the chair and tighten the straps around my wrists and ankles.