Chapter 8: Arrested
The next morning two police officers came to fetch Alisa. There also was a nurse she had seen many times the last two weeks, a friendly woman who smiled at her as usual and patted her on the shoulder, saying everything was going to be fine. The officers pulled out a pair of handcuffs and told Alisa to extend her hands. Doctor Faisal was also present and he warned the officers not to cuff her wrists.
“She is still recovering and cuffing her would be too painful for her at this point.”
“Why am I cuffed?” asked Alisa. “Am I arrested?”
“You are under arrest and we are escorting you to prison,” explained one of the officers.
“Why?” exclaimed Alisa. “I have done nothing wrong.”
“That is to be determined,” answered one of the officers.
“I am sure this is only procedure,” said the doctor to ease her mind. “You were found in a warzone and they probably have questions for you.”
Alisa was worried though. She knew she was innocent, but in the past, as far as she could remember, that had not guaranteed her safety at all. Besides, she remembered reading about Syrian prisons and they were considered hell on earth. She shuddered when she thought about facing torture and horror once again.
“Can I have some clothes?” asked Alisa, who was still only wearing the hospital dressing gown.
“You came into the hospital without any clothes,” said the nurse with an apology, while she pushed a wheelchair into the room.
“Can I at least have a scarf then?” resumed Alisa. The nurse was wearing a scarf, like all women in the hospital.
“You are not Muslim, right?” said one of the police officers, refusing her that dignity. She shook her head and sighed. They were doing this on purpose, she was certain of it. They wanted to show everybody that she was a foreigner and that she had no shame.
The officers told her to put her arms behind her back and put the cuffs around her upper arms, just above the elbows. It was a very awkward position as her arms were pulled as far back as possible to make the cuffs fit. Next the nurse helped her into the wheelchair. She was still a patient as long as she was in the hospital and patients were not allowed to walk out themselves. Sitting in the wheelchair was awkward though with her arms stretched behind her and as she sat down, the front of her dressing gown fell open, revealing one breast.
“Please cover me,” said Alisa when the nurse started to wheel her out of the room. The police officers made no attempt to help her and seemed happy to see her breast falling out. But the nurse pulled her gown back in place to cover her and she scoffed at the officers, who shrugged and indicated they should go.
As they walked through the hallways of the hospital, they drew quite some attention. It was a procession that stood out as such and the hallways were quite busy. Alisa had to lean forward, her arms cuffed behind her back, causing her gown to fall open several times. People pointed at her and were whispering to each other.
As they came to the big hall at the entrance to the hospital, there was a crowd waiting to see how the foreign woman that so many rumours had been circling about, was taken away by the police. Alisa shivered as she felt very uncomfortable with the attention. To her dismay she also spotted the five men that she had sex with the previous evening. They were all smiling at her and Akram waved at her. None of them made any attempt to stop the officers or help her. Alisa had enough memories restored to realize they had abused her. They were not friends, they had simply taken the opportunity to have their way with her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she realized she had been raped and instead of being saved, she was still in grave danger.
The nurse pushed the wheelchair out of the doors but stopped when they were outside.
“I am sorry,” she said, “you have to get up and walk the last bit to the police car.”
The police car was parked as close to the entrance as possible but it was still a hundred meters away. And Alisa’s feet were bare, only covered with bandages. In therapy she had managed to walk little distances but it was still painful to use her feet and she could only walk very slow.
She sighed and got up from the wheelchair while the nurse supported her.
“Take care,” whispered the nurse to her, “be careful what you say.”
Alisa nodded and said softly “Thank you.” She suddenly understood the nurse would have done a lot more for her if she had been allowed.
As she turned to start walking, doctor Faisal stopped them.
“I am sorry, but that gown is also hospital property. We can’t allow you to take it with you.”
Alisa held her breath and felt her face blushing deep red.
“She is not wearing anything else,” the nurse protested, “You can’t allow her to leave naked!”
“It is not your place to protest,” said the doctor while pointing at the nurse to step away. Instead of stepping away, she said: “I’ll walk with them and bring the gown back.” But the doctor made another firm gesture at her and she bowed her head, forced to step back and distance herself from the situation.
The policemen uncuffed Alisa. She blushed bright red when they took the gown off her, revealing her naked body to the gasping crowd. Next they pulled her arms back again, putting the cuffs once more around her elbows.
While they held her by the cuffs, pulling her upper body backwards and making her stick out her breasts to the front, they slowly made her walk towards the parking lot. Alisa felt her eyes fill with tears and was trembling as she awkwardly walked down the steps of the hospital. Walking was painful to her feet and she walked very slow. Her naked breasts swayed and shook with every little step she took. There was a crowd forming around them as the procession carefully and slowly moved out into the sunlight. People were talking and some were jeering. Alisa understood enough to know they were calling her a whore. And yet people were also massively taking pictures with their phones. Some were even filming her.
It all brought back memories and several times Alisa tripped while the memories flooded back in her mind. People jeering at her and leering at her naked body. She felt her crotch tingle and twitch and with a deep felt shame she felt herself getting wet, her arousal growing as she walked naked between the leering crowd. How was this possible? She groaned softly and tried to resist the rising feeling, but it was somehow really exciting her to feel this shame and humiliation. She became so wet it leaked out and dripped down her inner thighs. People noticed and pointed at her. She felt even more ashamed and at some point she was trembling so bad, she had to keep still for a moment. She panted as she felt her vagina twitching.
“Please, not now,” she whispered and forced herself to resume walking again, terrified to have an orgasm in such a public place, but every movement she made caused her arousal to rise. Her walking steps became less controlled and she stumbled even more.
With a sigh of relief she finally reached the police van without having a public orgasm. Two more police officers were waiting there. When the doors were opened at the back, she quickly climbed inside and sat down on the wooden bench at the side. The two officers also went in and they sat at each side of her. The third one also joined them in the back and he closed the doors, after which he sat down in front of her. The van then drove off, the fourth police officer behind the steering wheel.