My turn huh? Ok here goes, for the record this is a sort of new venture for me so, uh, hope for the best! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The woman was thrown inside the dingy back of the police cruiser handcuffed. "You know," she called to the men up front, brandishing her cuffed wrists, "this isn't my regular kind of restraint." the officers ignored her. "No reaction? No fun." she declared under her breath. The backseat stunk with sweat and dirt from the hundreds of grimy criminals that had sat before her. Pizza crusts, chewed gum, candy wrappers and sticky pop stains littered the floor and the seat itself. "Ugh." she crinkled her nose and just sat in waiting then leaned forward. "I don't suppose I could interest either of you boys with little bribe? You let me go and you can have this." she gestured to her body. "No? Oh well," she smirked "your loss." One officer turned in annoyance. "Look girly, our job is to get you to the precinct, alive. Now I'm begging for mine and yours sake, to make this easier and just shut up or I'm afraid we might just have to make a trip to the lovely morgue. Ok sweetie?" venom poured off the last word as it was drawn out syllable by syllable. Her eyes widened in fear she responded meekly without her previous bravado. " ok. " Finally they reached the station, the two men opened the door and dragged the woman out. "Get off me!" The one who talked before glared at her. "Never mind." She was thrown into a chair in what seemed to be the boss's office, then pushed towards a large, mahogany desk. A woman, the police chief, walked in as the other men left and sat down facing the woman. She read out the crimes and got on to questioning. "Name?" she asked, tape recorder on. "Aphrodite." "Ok, very good, next question..." Hope it was alright. Thx for reading! It's now Broken's turn.