Decision

"Fuck, Fuck!"

I muttered as the police officers pinned me to the ground and handcuffed my hands.

"Yes, officer. It all started when I was sleeping..." I glanced up to see that guy, the guy who I tried to rob in his house. It was all going to plan except when I got noticed by his brother. He screamed out to stop me and I rushed at him and drilled a knife in his throat. Unfortunately, the guy had unexpectedly tackled me from behind as he yelled out for his parents to call the cops. And now here I am. The guy continued to explain his story as officers went inside to inspect the evidence. I was led to the cop car and before going inside, I turned around and was met with the guy's eyes glaring at me. I don't think I'd ever seen so much rage. Oh well, it's not like I'm sorry about it. I hopped into the car.

"Ms. Lydia Kim." I looked up and saw my attorney enter the interview room. "Quite the notable criminal record, eh? Lots of theft, hijacking, ****, even 6 cases of sexual ****." I smiled a bit. "Yeah, impressive right?" He didn't smile back. "Now, in normal circumstances you would be imprisoned for likely up to 40 years." Now he smiled.

The court case got settled really quickly, my attorney had told me to plead guilty as there was too much evidence to say that I wasn't. It was really quite awkward being next to the guy, whose name I found to be Barry during the case. He avoided even looking at me. That sentence still really hurt though, like can you believe it?? Shit.

"But here's the thing," The attorney said, "The government has recently established this program known as the Plastic Program.

"What of it?" "It essentially renders you, the convict, as a frozen sex doll. Customers are frequent and you will likely be fucked up to 6 times a day by men of varying age. And it will also cut your time by 30%. Meaning, that you will only have to serve 28 years." "Isn't that an obvious no-brainer?" I leaned in to get close to the man. "Less jail time AND I get insatiable pleasure?" "It isn't as fun as it sounds, Ms. Kim. You're physically incapable of moving. You can't eat, drink, play, talk. You're just stuck there. 28 years and constantly being fucked by sex-craving men who will defile you. Hell, I'm not sure there're even any rules to protect you from harm." I leaned back and closed my eyes for a minute to contemplate. Would this really be better? Staying in a musty prison cell for 40 years doesn't sound great either. Fuck.

This is really the only other good option I have.

"..fine." He stood up and held out his hand. "Consider it a deal." I reluctantly stood up and shook his hand. He took out a bunch of papers and lent me a pen. "Sign these. And also, you'll be relocated there in about a week. Enjoy your last 7 days of living-in a prison cell." He smiled. I didn't smile back.