The hard grey plastic locks grib my wrist tightly. Suffocating my every instinct and move. Unable to think or recall what happened before my wrists were closed tightly within a circular steel door. I try hard to think and recall my previous actions. The cuffs grow stronger by the second as i grow weaker by the minute. I cant breath. THe cuffs smell of my very own flesh being locked away forever. THe door unmovable that grabs me and doesnt let me recall the past is like a fortune teller of the future and what will become of the victim who stares with confusion and stress at the dirty unfair steal yet hard plastic and rough hand cuffs. The hand cuffs are like the judge, the door, and the key to my life.