Deleted Scenes - A Rude Awakening II

I was face up on the jail hallway floor, scared out of my wits – did the cops rape you in jail, too? I started screaming and the big gorilla holding my right arm reached out with a free hand and pinched my ear lob, hard. “Pipe down, sweetmeat,” he said. “We’re just making sure you’re nice and healthy.” They rolled up my left sleeve and jabbed a needle into the artery. I saw my blood almost instantly fill a capsule. He expertly removed it and taped a cotton ball to the hole.

“You can’t do this,” I screamed.

“Buddy,” the guy with the gloves said. “We just did. Try not to step on your lip too much or you’ll be a whole lot more miserable than you already are.”

I opened my mouth and told him what he could do. They were momentarily surprised by my wit but quickly recovered. “Man, you don’t quit, do you?” he sounded amused. “Tell you what we’ll do.” In unison, they hauled me to my feet and marched me down the corridor. A guy was sitting by in himself in a cell, his knees drawn to his nose and his arms wrapped around. He was wearing paper slippers and green prison scrubs.

“Jubal,” one of the guards said as we approached. “Want some company?” They turned me around and forced me back against the bars. I heard the rustle of cloth against plastic as Jubal came to the door.