“What are you doing to me? Let me go!” Whitney says as she tries to resist being dragged through the station. The door opens to a long dimly lit hallway in the back of the precinct leading to a series of small holding cells designed to house detainees like Whitney. “You can’t do this to me. I haven’t done anything wrong. This is ridiculous!” Whitney yells as the officers escort her to an awaiting empty cell.
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