“I still don’t understand why I have to go through this. I had nothing to do with… HEY!” Whitney exclaims as the officers grab her arms and begin to shackle her wrists to a set of cuffs bolted down to the table in front of her.
“What’s going on here? Why do you have me chained up like this?” She asks as she displays her shackles.
“I want to talk to my lawyer. You can’t keep me here like this.” She demands.
“She wants to talk to her lawyer.” Whitney can hear the detective say quietly to the officer. “I guess we don’t have a choice. You know what to do.” Detective Thompson says to the officer. The officer looks at Detective Thompson and nods. He then looks at Whitney with a smirk and begins to exit down the hallway.