"Get your hands off me!" Stephanie shrieked as the officers tried to guide her through the precinct doors. Her heels clacked aggressively against the tiles, her wrists locked in silver cuffs that bit into her skin with every movement. "I didn't do anything! You're making a huge mistake!"
Inside the station, everything smelled like disinfectant and stress. Stephanie twisted her body, trying to turn around and glare at the officer holding her arm.
"I said call my lawyer! I have rights!" Her voice echoed sharply through the hallway, drawing glances from officers, interns, and a few tired souls waiting for their turn at the desk.
"Ma'am, calm down," one officer said, already sounding drained.
Stephanie spun toward him with fire in her eyes. "Calm? Calm?! I'm being set up! That witch has been after me from the start!" Her words came fast, her breath shaky, mascara smudged under her eyes like war paint.
