The officer was holding a high-pressure water cannon at Leanna Lazaro Cortes.
The immense force slammed her frail body into the corner of the wall.
She closed her eyes, letting out sounds of pain.
After about four or five minutes, the water cannon was turned off, and two female jail guards came in, rudely wiping her hair dry and changing her into decent clothes.
"Damn it, dress yourself, how can you meet Director Victor smelling like that," one of the jail guards, seeing her lying there like a dead person, couldn't help but slap her.
Having grown up in a wealthy family, she had never suffered such hardship. The thought that she was being tormented like this just for a few extra words brought tears to her eyes.
The female jail guard glared at her, raising her hand, "Swallow those tears back, or I'll pop your goddamn ovaries if you cry again!"
Leanna Lazaro Cortes clenched her teeth, and could only comply like a kite being manipulated by the guards.
