Jackie was getting slightly bored in the wheelchair. Since she couldn't talk, nor see anything, she was letting out displeased sighs and squirmed slightly, almost as if she was trying to escape. But she was unable to do anything and it seemed as if the guard knew it and just let her torment herself. What felt like an hour had passed, she hard the door open to her cell and someone removed the brakes for the wheelchair and started to ride her out from the cell. She couldn't see who it was, but considering he had been yelling at the guards earlier that only he was allowed to do anything to her, she expected that it was James.<br/><br/>And it was then confirmed. It sounded as if he was pretty stressed out about preparing the auction and she couldn't help but find it amusing.<i>I hope no one comes. </i>She thought to herself as she soon felt how the chair stopped and she heard a new voice. He was asking James if she was "the cop", as he referred her to be.<i>It's Detective for you! </i>She wanted to tell him, but instead, she only let out a very, very low moan into the homemade gag.<br/><br/>But James reaction to his question was quite shocking. It seemed the lawyer didn't want any of his customer to know that she was working as a detective. She felt very amused again, but her joy slowly vanished when the blindfold was removed and she was greeted by a wrinkled man.<i>I don't like him. </i>It was Jackie's first reaction and she started to shift and move in the wheelchair again, almost as if she was begging for more punishment. She then moved her glare to James and the redhead was clearly showing how much she despised her punishment.<br/><br/><i>I don't want to see this. </i>She told herself repeatedly as she kept staring at the lawyer, almost as if she believed her glare would eventually hurt him.