Booked, Scene #01

In the dead of night, the scene unfolds as Charlotte, a jittery 18-year-old, trails behind her boyfriend Max, treading cautiously along a desolate dirt path. The duo is on a daring escapade, trespassing on private property so Max, an aspiring graffiti artist, can leave his mark on a famed water tower. Charlotte, visibly nervous about getting caught, urges him to find the spot quickly and get it over with. But fate has other plans, as they wander aimlessly, the water tower nowhere to be found. Frustration mounting, Max pulls out an unmarked 40-ounce bottle from his bag and takes a swig, attempting to ease his nerves. Charlotte watches, her eyes darting between Max and the road, her gut telling her this isn't a good idea. But before she can voice her concerns, the piercing lights of a cop car slice through the darkness. In a blink, Max is gone, leaving Charlotte clutching the bottle, her backpack full of spray paint, and her heart pounding in her chest. She's caught red-handed, and as the officer's flashlight beams into her face, she realizes she's in deep trouble. Cut to the stark reality of a holding cell, 12 hours later. The camera slowly pulls back to reveal Charlotte, disheveled and exhausted, huddled in the corner. She's been waiting here since her arrest, with no phone call, no charges filed, nothing. Her eyes flutter open to find a tough-looking female inmate running her fingers through Charlotte's hair, her intentions clear. Charlotte recoils, curling into a tight ball, as the inmate whistles and catcalls. The tense moments drag on until the outer doors swing open, and Officer Wright steps in. Without a word, he removes the other woman, leaving Charlotte alone with her racing thoughts. She paces, hugging herself tightly, as Officer Wright returns with a tray. He demands she remove her accessories and personal effects. Charlotte complies, her voice barely a whisper as she asks if her parents have been called. They must be furious. In a flat voice, he tells her she's still being processed. She'll get her phone call when the time is right. He exits, leaving Charlotte to strip down, her shivering body a picture of vulnerability. She's never been in trouble before, and the thought of facing her parents sends a wave of terror crashing over her. The outer doors open again, and this time, it's Officer Wells who enters. She's striking, her uniform hugging her curves, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment. Officer Wright follows closely behind. Wells approaches Charlotte, her voice soft, almost comforting. "It's okay, sweetheart. You don't need to be afraid. What's your name and how old are you?" Charlotte stammers her name, admitting she just turned 18. The officers exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Wells explains that Charlotte is here as an adult, with the right to represent herself. But there's a catch. They need to take her clothes into custody, conduct a full body search. Charlotte's eyes widen as Officer Wright returns with an orange jumpsuit, a stark symbol of her predicament. Wells slips on some gloves, her touch professional at first, as she pats Charlotte down. But things quickly take a dark turn. "Spread your legs, sweetie," Wells instructs, her voice laced with a cruel edge. Charlotte complies, her breath hitching as the officer's fingers invade her most intimate space. She squirms, but Wells is relentless, her laughter echoing through the cell as she remarks on Charlotte's state. "She's really wet," she jokes to her partner, who chuckles in response. Charlotte's pleas for her phone call go unanswered. Instead, Wells orders her to take a deep breath and cough. As Charlotte closes her eyes, Wells leans in, inhaling deeply. Charlotte looks down, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. "Why are you doing that?" she whispers. Wells' smile fades, her voice cold as she explains she's checking for hidden substances. Charlotte argues, her voice rising in defense of her boyfriend, but the officers laugh, their minds made up. And then, the unthinkable happens. Officer Wright unfolds the jumpsuit, revealing a strapless dildo. Charlotte jumps back, her eyes wide with shock. Wells begins to undress, her voice calm as she explains the situation. They need to conduct an "extra cavity search," to ensure Charlotte is telling the truth. If she complies, they'll release her without charges. Her parents will never know. Charlotte clutches the jumpsuit, her mind racing. She can't believe what's happening. Wells urges her to make up her mind, and after some coercing, Charlotte agrees, her voice trembling as she repeats their demands. The officers smirk, their sadistic twist complete. What follows is a harrowing journey of submission and desperation, as Charlotte endures the officers' twisted game. The cell walls echo with her pleas and their laughter, the line between right and wrong blurring with each passing moment. Will Charlotte find the strength to endure this trial, or will she crumble under the weight of her choices? The stage is set for a performance of raw emotion and shocking twists, as Charlotte navigates the dark corners of power and submission. Can she outsmart her captors, or will she become a pawn in their sick game? The clock is ticking, and the fate of this young woman hangs in the balance. Don't miss a single moment of this gripping, edge-of-your-seat drama, as Charlotte fights to clear her name and reclaim her freedom. Who will come out on top in this twisted battle of wills? The answer lies within the cold, unforgiving walls of the holding cell, where the line between justice and cruelty has been blurred beyond recognition.