I was too surprised to question anything and probably cried as the van pulled out of the lot onto the boulevard.I was too surprised to question anything and probably cried as the van pulled out of the lot onto the boulevard. I wasn't sure where we were going, but remember pulling into what I thought was an abandoned factory, but was assured it was 'Central Receiving'. The odor of rot and rats should have clued me in, but as I said, I had had a few. At the end of a corridor was a metal door through which I was led and nearly screamed when I saw nothing in the room but a hook suspended from the ceiling, two chairs and a small table and a musty cot. The 'officer' was constantly berating me for being arrogant enough to endanger the entire city by my drunken driving and hinted at the severe penalties for the offense. I began to sweat and shake, having recently read articles about the torture chambers still active in some of the more remote countries, and felt as though I was in someone's nightmare. I was led to the center from the room and my 'cuffs' were attached to the hook. Sherry was then seated in the chair and strapped down. The guard was grinning wildly as she returned to me and started to tell me that she was part of a group of law enforcement personnel who felt the law too lenient and took on the responsibility of catching those offenders who fell through the cracks. I remember pleading with her not to hurt me and promised {as we all would} that I would lead a pristine existence if she would overlook my discretion. Her laugh and the severe manner in which she had her hair done convinced me that I was giving her more pleasure by begging than if I had struggled and called her names. |