FunniesBear
"Come with me, girl!" a man in entirely pale yellow clothing harshly grabbed me by the back of my shirt. He kicked me in the shin, and I cried out in pain. "Oh, shut up!" His brow furrowed. "I have her, sir," the man threw me on the ground, right in front of a large man in a clean suit and tie. "Take her to her cell, Patrick," the bigger, older man's voice was gruff, baritone. I looked up at the man, locking eyes with him as I was dragged away.