Her sentence

"Come with me." The woman instructed. She stepped out of the desk and unlocked a door to Jessica's righ, gesturing for the reporter to follow. The room was fairly small again, there was a desk with a computer and a bunch of wires and machinery everywhere.

The woman lead Jessica over to a flat open wall. She grabbed her hands, which Jessica wasn't pleased about but allowed it, and lifted them up into the air. Jessica didn't realise what was going on until it was too late. The woman had clamped her hands to the ceiling, leaving Jessica stood with her hands above her head. "Hey! The fuck is this all about!" Jessica yelled at the woman.

The woman walked over to the desk and computer. "Well, you've got the lowest ticket level I've ever seen, we're still gonna accept you I'm just taking precautions." The woman explained. "I'm only a threat when I wanna be!" Jessica coldly threatened. "And that's probably how you ended up here! Lemme guess, some kinda media influencer who thinks she's so perfect she can get away with anything? Sound about right?" The woman taunted.

Jessica was outraged by that insult. "NO, I'm a journalist who was sent to--"

"--to make herself look good and get a raise and attention? How'd that work out for ya?" The woman interrupted and picked up a piece of paper to start reading from it. "Anyways, non permit holders who come here have lose all of their entitlement and replace it with shame. So, you'll become trash. Until we deem you worthy you'll be staying here at the trash center and will never leave until that point. During your stay, you will be treated like nothing but trash, until you can prove to us that all you see yourself as is trash! At which point, you'll be judged, if we determine you're trash and nothing else, then you may leave!" The woman explained.

Jessica felt shivers down her spine, but she still refused to believe it was that serious. "Okay, let's just get this over with then.." Jessica sighed, knowing it was pointless to resist.