"Come on! Walk fast! Are you all kids? Taking so much time to take every step," a strong yet raspy female voice was heard, it was not pleasant to hear rather, it was piercing the ears, the feeling was similar to as if one's eardrum was being pierced by a hundred needles.
The voice belonged to a woman in her mid-thirties, she was chubby and was wearing a police officer uniform. Her skin was neither fair nor clear, it was covered with prickles, and seemed rough. Wrinkles had knocked at the door before time. It was not easy to determine that she was in her mid-thirties.
The one who had their ears being pierced by this voice were several women, old and young, chubby and skinny of all kind of appearance, but one thing that was common in them was the uniform, that was an untidy blue loose t-shirt and blue trousers; and the kind of deeds they had committed to be reduced to this miserable state.
