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FBI Agent Sam McNally walked across the campus of Crestgate Univeristy towards the Student Union and walked inside. He found Alice Brennan with a group of friends and walked up to her. Alice had recently been kidnapped and ransomed back to her father for ten million dollars. Sam had handled the case and had still been searching for the kidnappers and he finally had some news to share with Alice.“Alice,” he said with a smile as he approached her.“Agent McNally,” she said with a smile. “How are you today?”“I’m well, thank you. How are you holding up?”“Trying to get back to normal,” she replied.“You seem to be adjusting,” Sam said.“It’s a process,” she said. “But I’m refusing to let the situation stop me from living my life.”“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Look, I’ve got some new information to share. I was hoping there was a place we could talk. In private.”“Sure,” she said. She turned to her friends. “Guys, I’ll be back shortly.”She and Sam walked through the Union and found an empty meeting room and walked inside. Alice sat down in a chair and brushed her pretty shoulder length blonde hair back from her eyes and Sam sat down on the table, folded his arms, looked down, and gave a friendly smile.“So, first of all, I’m so glad to see how well you’re doing,” he said. “Most kidnap victims take a lot longer to readjust after being returned.”“Well, like I said,” Alice said, “I just don’t want to let this stop me from living my life.”“Anyway,” said Sam, “onto the business at hand. First, I just wanted to confirm a few things with you. Have you ever been to a house located at 8818 Oakmont Avenue.”Alice shook her head.“Not that I can think of.”“Never perhaps been to a party there, visited a friend? It’s on the south side of the city.”“It doesn’t sound familiar, no.”Sam nodded.“Well, the good news is, we’ve caught the man who held you.”Alice stood up.“You caught him,” she asked excitedly.“We didn’t tell you, but we tagged the bills we used to pay the ransom. It’s always a hit or miss idea, can be dangerous to do, but we tried it. But, after three weeks, enough bills popped up, we managed to narrow down a neighborhood, and we caught a man named Kevin Valtor. You know him?”“N…n….no,” said Alice. Her voice sounded nervous.“We found forty percent of the ransom money in his residence,” said Sam. “Four million dollars. Almost. Obviously he’d spent some by now nut. Pretty clear cut. Anyway, according to Kevin, the whole thing was staged by you.”“Me?” said Alice with a chuckle as she sat back down. “I kidnapped myself?”“He said you two are old friends. almanbahis You put him up to this to get some money out of your father.”“And you believe him?”“Not at first,” said Sam. “But his address, 8818 Oakmont Avenue? That’s where he held you. Or, where you hid out during this whole little escapade. You said you were kept tied up the whole time you were there?”Alice was silent.“Your fingerprints were found throughout the house, though. Kitchen, living room, bathrooms. Bedrooms. Pretty indicative of someone who had been through the house.”“I…um…well….”“Alice, before you say anything more, I have to inform you of your rights.”“My rights? Like, what, I’m being arrested or something.”“That’s exactly right, Alice, you’re under arrest. Fraud, extortion, staging a crime. You’re facing a good forty years in prison for all of this, Alice.”“FORTY YEARS!” Alice exclaimed.Alice stared at him, her mouth hanging open. Sam stood up, walked behind her, stood her up and pulled her arms behind her back and read her her rights as he locked a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. She struggled very little as she was still too shocked to do so.“You could help yourself a bit by telling us where your share of the ransom is,” Sam told her.Alice said nothing.Sam shrugged.“Alright, have it your way,” he told her.He walked her out of the meeting room and back into the Student Union. The eyes of all of the other students, including her friends, were on her as she was marched through in handcuffs. Many were pointing at her, at least two dozen were taking cell phone photos and videos of her humiliating arrest. She hung her head in embarrassment as she walked. They made their way out into the open air and the looks and points and photos from other students continued as she was walked across campus until finally, Sam guided her into the backseat of his car ad closed the door. He got into the driver’s seat.“Does my father know about this,” she asked timidly.“He’s well aware,” Sam replied in a cool, emotionless voice.“And he’s fine with you treating me this way?”Sam turned around in his car seat to face her.“His exact words were, ‘if she was involved in this, she needs to face the consequences, whatever they might be,’” Sam replied.“And he was aware that you’re trying to put me in prison for forty years?”Sam didn’t answer.Alice struggled in the back seat, squirming against the handcuffs which pinned her arms between her back and the back seat of the car. Sam started the car’s engine and drove off of the campus. She stared out the window as he drove trying to convince herself almanbahis yeni giriş that this was just to scare her that this wasn’t for real. They would make her spend a night in some dim jail cell and then in the morning she would get a stern talking to and they would let her go. She was certain of it. She was also certain that it was working, too, as she was terrified of what would happen if she wasn’t right.It took them thirty minutes to reach downtown where Alice was led into a Federal Detention facility. She was led into an elevator and taken to the fourth floor of the building where Sam sat her on a bench and chained her handcuffs to the bench and left her there with three other prisoners, two women and one man who also appeared to be waiting to be processed. TVs overhead were tuned into news stations which were featuring breaking news about Alice’s arrest – the daughter of millionaire businessman Charles Brennan, who had recently been kidnapped and safely recovered, had been led off of her college campus in handcuffs. The reports were accompanied by cell phone video shot by a student close enough to get up-close-and-personal footage of the events. The news referred to the reports as “unconfirmed by authorities, but several students confirmed it was in fact Alice Brennan.” Sources were unsure at this time if it was or wasn’t related to her kidnapping.“That’s you,” one of the women seated at the bench with her noted and Alice couldn’t even cover her humiliated face with her hands cuffed behind her. “So, it appears the rich are subject to the same laws as the rest of us,” the woman continued with a chuckle.Alice tried to turn away to hid her embarrassment.It was an hour and a half before someone came for her. The three people who were there before her were all taken first and two more individuals replaced them when a female agent came and unchained her cuffs from the bench but left Alice handcuffed. Wordlessly, she led Alice down a hall and into a dimly lit room. On a bench sat a white bin and an orange shirt and pants along with a simple white bra and cotton panties and a pair of tan canvas shoes. The female agent closed the door and faced Alice.“Okay, Miss. Undress completely. Socks, shoes, clothes, undergarments, jewelry. Everything goes into that white bin over there and then stand with your arms down to your sides.”Alice stared at her for a moment.“You’re kidding, right,” she said.“Do I look like I am kidding, Miss?”The woman’s face was stone cold and emotionless.After another moment, Alice removed her blouse, her skirt, her almanbahis giriş socks, shoes and then her bra and panties. She placed everything in the bin as instructed and removed her earrings and her necklace and placed them in there as well. She stood there in front of the woman, fully nude, trying to cover her breasts and her pussy with her arms and hands.“Arms. At. Your sides,” said the agent, emphasizing each word.Fighting back tears, Alice did as she was told, uncovering herself, feeling completely exposed. The agent approached her and proceeded to search her: under her arms, between her knees, between her fingers and toes, under her breasts. She searched her mouth, above and below her tongue and under her lips. Then, for the most humiliating part, her anal and vaginal cavities were probed and searched as well. Alice stood completely still knowing fighting or resisting would do her no good but she felt violated in every possible way when it was completed.Finally, the agent pointed to the uniform that was sitting on the bench and told her to put it on. Alice slipped on the cotton undergarments and then the orange cotton shirt and pants and the canvas shoes. Then the agent told her to wait there as she picked up the bin of Alice’s belongings and left the room. Surprisingly, she did not handcuff Alice this time. Alice heard her lock the door as she left, and Alice sat on the bench and allowed herself a few tears. How the hell had she gotten herself into this.She stood up and paced around the room, trying to think of some way to explain her way out of this to explain how her fingerprints could be around that house. But if what the agent had said was true and even her father wasn’t on her side at this point, she was screwed. They would search her house, her room. They would find her share of the ransom money and there would be no explaining that. There was no question about it: she was going to jail for a long time.They never tell you how much of being arrested and processed into jail is waiting. TV shows make it seem like someone goes straight from arrest to being arraigned to preparing for trial. Alice was left pacing about the room for forty-five minutes before she heard the door open and Agent McNally stepped back in. He told her to turn around and then he handcuffed her behind her back again and she was led out of the room where she was taken to a desk. The handcuffs were removed once more and paperwork was filled out with her personal information and she was fingerprinted and then her mugshots were taken.Dressed in the uniform and treated in this way, she felt like a criminal and everything that happened from here forward was going to remind her that that’s what she was. She felt degraded, and worse yet, she felt hopeless, realizing this was going to be her future.

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