In an instant, McKayla is quickly swung around toward the street and forcefully slammed onto the hood of the officer police cruiser.
“Ow! Hey!” McKayla exclaims as the officer bends McKayla over the hood. The officer kicks McKayla’s legs open to spread them wide as she bends McKayla’s right arm back behind her. McKayla grimaces as the officer has her right wrist bent in an uncomfortable position.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know....” McKayla tries to explain, but the officer shows no sympathy and grabs McKayla’s left arm and wrenches it back behind her. McKayla can hear the man she had the altercation with laughing in the background at the sheer humor and turn of events. The officer clenches McKayla’s hands and wrists together tightly with her right hand and begins to rub her left hand up and down McKayla’s body, searching for any possible weapons or paraphernalia. Once the officer determines McKayla is clean, she reaches to the back of her belt with her left hand and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.
“Please! Let me go. It was an accident.” McKayla pleads with the officer, but the officer remains quiet and intently focused on her task. McKayla can feel the grip of the rigid steel as it wraps around her wrists and the infamous sound of the latching mechanism of the handcuffs as they lock down tight. Securing her arms helplessly behind her back and at the will and mercy of the officer who has taken McKayla into custody.