The officer, however, was relentless. He pushed her into the back of his patrol car, ignoring her protests. The icy metal of the handcuffs bit at her wrists. Jenny shuddered, feeling a wave of claustrophobia closing in with each click that sealed her fate inside the cramped confines of the backseat cage. Jenny’s screams echoed in the quiet night, a stark contrast to the earlier tranquility.
Inside the car, her fear escalated. She was alone with this corrupt officer, cut off from the outside world. Her phone, still recording, was her only hope of documenting what was happening. With trembling hands, she tried to angle it so that it would capture both of them in the frame.