"Can you let me out of here?" Amy asked Officer Chase, through the prison door. "I just want to ..."
"Don't listen to him," one of the guards said. "That man is dangerous. He'll say anything to get out."
Officer Chase looked up at the guard. She was still kneeling next to her partner, comforting him. "She's a girl. Not a man."
"Lady, there is something seriously fucked up with you. That man is Vic Rudolph, a killer. How could you be so naive?"
"How could you? The real Vic is standing right in front of you."
"What?" another guard asked.
Officer Chase pointed at the girl who was also stuck in place, just like the guards.
"You've got to be kidding me," the first guard said. "That sweet young girl couldn't possibly be Vic Rudolph. She can do no wrong."
"No wrong? Are you deaf? For the last ten minutes, she's been throwing every word of profanity that exists at me. Some of them are words that no teenager, especially a girl, should even know."
"It won't do any good," Vic said, a smirk on his teenage girl's face. "Whatever you tell them, they won't believe you. I made sure of that."
"Well, I'm gonna undo what you did." She took the stone out of her pocket again.
"Don't," Vic said.
"Make me," she replied.
Vic struggled all he could, but thanks to Officer Chase's previous wish, he couldn't move his feet even an inch.
"No!" Vic yelled.
"I wish ..." Officer Chase began.
