spoke like victorian style english i found it super cute and quaint for the most part but that night it only made what he said seemed extra ominous as he dragged the kid off to an interrogation room for questioning this left me and his partner in this little waiting area and we could hear every single thing that happened talking turned to shouting shouting turned to screaming then all of a sudden i could hear furniture spilling over before the kids started wailing then we could hear like thwack thwack thwack each strike followed by a blood-curdling scream as the cop beat the life out of the kid who robbed me i turned to the guy's partner like oh whoa whoa you can't just beat it out of them that's police brutality the partner just looked confused madam this boy stole from you do you not wish to return your belongings i don't mean he was being facetious or anything either like he seemed genuinely puzzled at my indignation yes but you you can't treat people like that he's just a boy that's when the cop's partner leaned over his desk looked me dead in the eyes and said better him than you i don't think it was an outright threat but in that moment i realized just how far away from home i really was i'm not saying we don't have problems with our police here in the u.s but at least i have the power to do something back home where i at least have rights a shot at due process but there in that little new delhi police precinct at NUMBER_TOKEN NUMBER_TOKEN in the morning there was nothing to do but shut my mouth and hope to get my passport back which i did by the way the kids friends showed up with my stuff handing it over before the cops dragged them into the interrogation room i got out of there before i heard the next set of screams i'd heard more than enough for one night but that didn't stop me from rehearing the one kid's whales over and over again through a long and sleepless night
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