The Other takes control again

The Other overpowed Emma easily. With her voice, it said out loud, "I think you're gonna have to put me in with the drunks, Officer. Otherwise I'm liable to be a danger to myself or others."

The officer frowned at her. "Are you asking me ... to leave you alone in a cell with a group of drunk men?"

The Other grinned with Emma's face. "Not asking - demanding."

He sighed. "Fine, what do I care?" He took her along to a cell and roughly pushed her in.

"Hey guys, new friend here for you," he called as he locked the door. Then he walked away.

Emma was left in a large cell with four men, all of whom were at first resting or ****, but stood up and paid attention as soon as Emma appeared.

One of them started towards her, but another one stopped him. "It's not worth it, Jack. If you touch her she'll start screaming and we'll be in more trouble than we are already."

"Thank God," Emma thought.

"We'll have to make sure I don't scream then," Emma's mouth said. She reached under her skirt and pulled down her knickers, then, much to the men's appreciation and Emma's consternation, removed her top and her bra. She threw the top aside and held out the bra and knickers to the man who had spoken. "Gag me with these, and get on with it."