It was a quiet evening shift at the Los Angeles Police Department’s downtown precinct. Four young Asian-American officers had been handling the day’s cases. Captain Ji-eun, Sergeant Soo-min, and Lieutenant Hye-jin had just stepped out for a quick dinner break, leaving only Officer Min-ji behind to watch the station.
Min-ji sat at the desk, typing up the final incident report, when she heard groaning from the holding cell.
Inside the cell, the two inmates had been waiting for this exact moment. The brunette inmate suddenly doubled over on the bench, clutching her stomach and letting out loud, convincing moans of pain. She rocked back and forth, breathing heavily, her face twisted in apparent agony.
The blonde inmate pressed herself against the bars and called out in a sweet but urgent voice:
“Officer! Hey, Officer! My friend is really sick. She’s in a lot of pain and can barely sit up. Please… she needs to see a doctor right away. Can you take her to the medical room? I’m really worried she might throw up or pass out if we wait!”
Officer Min-ji hesitated for a second, then stood up and grabbed the cell keys along with a pair of handcuffs. She was the only one on duty in the room right now, and protocol required her to escort any sick inmate to the small medical holding area for evaluation. “Alright, I’ll take her. But no funny business. Stay back while I open the door.”
The moment the heavy cell door clicked open, the two inmates sprang into action. The “sick” brunette suddenly straightened up with a wicked grin — her illness vanishing instantly. She lunged forward and grabbed Min-ji’s arm, twisting it sharply behind her back while the blonde clamped a strong hand over the young officer’s mouth. A quick knee to the stomach knocked the wind out of Min-ji. Before she could reach for her radio or fight back effectively, they had her pinned against the bars.
In one swift motion, the blonde inmate ripped open Min-ji’s shirt, tearing several buttons off. She quickly tore a large strip of fabric from the shirt and used it to tightly gag Min-ji for the moment. They quickly handcuffed Min-ji’s wrists to one of the vertical bars inside the cell, leaving her standing helplessly with her arms stretched out. “Phase one complete,” the blonde whispered with a satisfied smirk.
Using Min-ji’s keys, the two inmates quietly slipped out of the cell, leaving their orange jumpsuits crumpled on the floor along with Min-ji’s torn shirt. Wearing only underwear, they moved like shadows through the now-empty main room.
First stop: the evidence room. Among the seized items from their crew’s previous jobs, they found exactly what they needed — several coils of thick rope and a box full of bright red ball gags that had been confiscated in an earlier raid. They smiled at each other. “These will work perfectly,” the brunette said as she grabbed a handful.
They didn’t have much time. When the other three officers returned from their dinner break, the inmates were ready and waiting in hiding.
Sergeant Soo-min entered first. The moment she stepped through the door and called out for Min-ji, the blonde inmate grabbed her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth while the brunette twisted her arm. Soo-min was quickly overpowered and cuffed behind her back.
Captain Ji-eun arrived next. She noticed something was wrong and tried to reach for her radio, but the inmates were faster. They tackled her before she could transmit, pinned her down, and cuffed her tightly.
Lieutenant Hye-jin put up the most fight. She managed to land a couple of solid hits and nearly got to the alarm button, but the two experienced inmates worked together efficiently. After a short struggle, they brought her down and cuffed her as well.
In less than fifteen minutes, all four LAPD officers had been captured.
The two inmates dragged the four defeated women into the main office area, right in front of the holding cell where Min-ji was still cuffed to the bars. Now that everyone was secured, they began the humiliation. They ripped open the shirts of officers, tearing the fabric dramatically and pulling the shirts completely off their bodies.
Next, they replaced Min-ji’s temporary cloth gag with one of the bright red ball gags, buckling it tightly behind her head. The same was done to the other three officers — bright red ball gags were forced between their lips and buckled firmly, turning every protest into soft, muffled moans.
The rope came out. Wrists were bound tightly behind their backs with rope over the cuffs, elbows pulled together, ankles lashed securely, and additional ropes wrapped around their chests and thighs until the four proud policewomen could barely squirm.
For extra humiliation, the inmates added black blindfolds made from their shirts, plunging the officers into darkness.
When they were finished, the four defeated officers lay in a neat, tightly bound pile on the floor of the main office, directly in front of the holding cell.
As they slipped out the back service exit with their recovered belongings and a few extra souvenirs, the blonde looked back at the helpless pile of officers and whispered, “Thanks for the hospitality, ladies. Sweet dreams.”
By the time backup finally arrived the next morning, the two inmates were long gone… and the only thing left in the precinct were four beautifully helpless policewomen, still futilely struggling on the office floor right in front of the empty cell.
The perfect revenge.
