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Nightstalker ~ Gypsy Prisoner ~ DarknessEmbraced666

Judge Ross Pascoe was soon dressed in his usual court room attire, gavel in his hand as he gave it a few quick hits on the small mat. The session would begin as soon as she was brought before him. More was still to come for her because after today she would be stripped down to wearing his choice of clothes while in jail. Chuckling at his own thoughts he glanced at the clock, almost 7 am and she would be on her way here.
 
Natayla looked up when the cops came to her cell to escort her to the court room and she glared slightly as they entered and roughly grabbed her, putting her wrists in shackles before practically dragging her out of the cell. She kept stumbling and tripping over her feet as she was dragged into the court room and moved to stand before the judge. The young woman stood there with her head held high while rubbing her wrists after the shackles were removed and she looked up at the judge. Her dress was a little wrinkled and there was a small rip in the sleeve of her blouse.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe watched as the court room doors were opened and she was almost dragged in. Noticing the state of her clothes, almost lack thereof he gave a sly grin before reaching for his water and taking a sip of it. A loud clank as the gavel hit the small mat, followed by his words. "Hello there, You have been brought before me to face many charges. How do you plead ?"
 
Natayla brushed off her long dress and smoothed out the wrinkles in it the best that she could before jumping when she heard him bring down the gavel and she looked up at him again. "I plead not guilty." she said firmly while tightening the scarf in her hair and the one that was tied around her waist, the bangles around her wrists softly jingling with her movements. Despite the condition she was in, she was still very beautiful. She had smudges of dirt on her cheeks and her long hair was a little tangled.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe smiled as he watched her try to fix herself up, hearing her words he grinned slyly and set the gavel down taking the large sheet of paper. He began to read out the charges that she were here on trial for, emphasising a few of them "Inappropriate use of body in public places", "dancing in public with no licence", several more small ones before speaking directly to her again. "Still wish to say not guilty"
 
She became silent as he began to read off the charges, remaining completely calm the entire time because she was innocent of the charges. But when he brought up the inappropriate use of her body and dancing in public, she gasped softly. "I-I was not told that we needed to have a license. None of us were. We went and asked about all of the permits needed for putting on the festival! No one mentioned needing a license." she said. "And it was not inappropriate. I wore clothing that covered everything. I do the same performance every year!"
 
Judge Ross Pascoe listened to her words, a chortling sound could be heard as he raised the gavel and brought it down quickly to silence some in the gallery. His eyes meeting theirs briefly before turning his attention back to her. "A licence was needed, your attire like now is not appropriate. You are hereby remanded in custody until tomorrow. Any questions?"
 
Natayla looked at him in disbelief when he said her attire was not appropriate and glanced down at her outfit. It was a floor length sleeveless dress that had wide straps that went over her shoulders and she had a long sleeve blouse on beneath it. The only thing exposed was a little bit of her shoulders. "I want to know how my clothing is inappropriate." she said. "In the five years I've performed in this town, I've worn the same clothing and this is the first time I've ever been accused of anything."
 
Judge Ross Pascoe heard her questioning words and brought the gavel down even harder, summoning the jail guards who quickly had her back in shackles. His eyes piercing hers as he spoke. "It is and for choosing to go against a law officer you will face my wrath of no food or drink until 10pm tonight. Take her away guards."
 
Natayla gasped before looking at the guards as the approached and roughly put her back into the shackles again. When he told her that she would receive no food nor drink until that night, she looked at him with wide eyes. "But I didn't do anything wrong!" she insisted as the guards began to pull her back out of the courtroom. She glared up at him before she was pulled out of the room and led back to the holding cell where she was unshackled and shoved into it. Stumbling, she fell to her knees and made a sound of pain before slowly standing and moving over to the bench to sit down.
 
The judge heard her words only a few moments before she was dragged out of the room, he would remember them for sure as he made sure all the witnesses needed for tomorrow were ready. He spent the afternoon talking to most of them along with the prison guards to make sure they followed his orders. At quarter to 10 he arrived at the holding cells, food in his hand as he walked casually along the deserted and dark corridor.
 
Natayla was curled up on the bench in the cell with her legs drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them as she shivered a little. It was rather chilly in the jail cell and because she didn't have much money, all of her clothing she made by hand and the material wasn't the best she could of used. She closed her eyes with a sigh and rubbed her arms while burying her face into her knees. When she heard the door that led into the holding cells open, she opened her eyes again and she peeked out from over her arms to watch a figure walking down the long corridor towards her cell.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe paused briefly inside the long narrow corridor opening the locker, taking out two thick woollen blankets before closing and continuing downwards towards her cell. Stopping at it he opened the door, stepped inside and spoke. "Food and blankets here, tomorrow morning we will talk again."
 
Natayla only recognized the judged when he was right outside her cell and she narrowed her eyes at him as he opened the door and entered. "What is there to talk about?" she asked flatly. "You've already charged me." As she spoke she lifted her head and looked up at him while curling up a little more in order to retain more body heat.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe listened to her words before walking casually across to her and placing the blankets and food down. His eyes met hers as he spoke before leaving and locking the cell. "You have not been found guilty as yet or been sentenced so there is plenty to talk about."
 
Natayla frowned slightly and watched him set the food and covers down before she sighed as another shudder from being cold rushed through her. "I'm sure." she mumbled as he left the cell. Looking away from him, she brushed her long hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear as she began thinking of her friends that she traveled with who were already out of the town by now and heading for the next one. If she didn't get out soon, it was going to take her forever to catch up to them.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe made sure the cell was locked up securely before walking casually back down the corridor, leaving one light on at the end of it. Heading home tonight he had a glass of wine as he mulled over a few things, many punishments to be given and one he liked was her incarceration to him. It had happened once before but unfortunately the prisoner had seen fit to kill herself ; he hoped this one would not want that option at the end.
 
The woman watched him leave and she sighed again before looking at the food and blankets he left her. Slowly standing, she picked up the blankets and wrapped them around herself in hopes of warding off the cold before she began to pick at the food. She mainly ate what ever fruit or vegetables that were served to her, not touching any meat because she only ate certain meats but only when it was cooked a certain way. When she was finished, she curled up on the bench again in the same way she had been curled up earlier and pulled the blankets around her so the covered her completely. After laying her head down on her knees, she closed her eyes and in a matter of seconds she was fast asleep.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe woke the next morning, taking his coffee from the small room near his court room and soon behind the tall large platform. All witnesses were ready and accounted for even the police who had gone to arrest her, they had wanted to add in extra charges but she had enough to deal with. The court guards were soon dispatched to her cell, this time however they stripped her right down and made her wear jeans, shirt and jacket. Boots too were placed on her feet as he chuckled at what she would think of this garb given to her. It was going to stay with her for now.
 
The next morning, Natayla was woken by the guards entering the cell. At first she just thought they were going to escort her to the courtroom like the day before but when they began pulling at her clothing, she began fighting as she panicked. She easily got in several blows, giving one a black eye and another a bloody nose before they managed to get a hold of the slender woman and began stripping her down. Her tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks as they stripped her down to her underwear before forcing her to wear clothing that was constricting and uncomfortable. They even went so far as to take all her jewelry which had been handed down to her from her family. The only thing that she was left with was the scarf in her hair. Not even the strand of gold coins were left. When she was brought out, the tears were still on her face.
 
The guards escorted her to the court room and to behind the large wooden railing, leaving her shackled this time they departed. Judge Ross Pascoe took in her appearance and smiled, his eyes meeting hers for a few brief seconds before turning his attention towards the side door. It opened and the first witness of the day entered, soon recounting his story of how he had been tricked into a game and lost much money, mainly at her hands. The next two witnesses did the same. Taking a short break he spoke. "Still wish to say you are not guilty Miss"
 
As the witnesses came in and told their story, she looked on in disbelief, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks again as she sat there. She couldn't believe this was happening. When the judge called for a break, she looked up at him with blood shot eyes. "Of course I do! None of it's true. I don't run the games. I don't even stay near them. I spend my time off the stage entertaining children!" she cried. "And I do it at no charge!" She began softly sobbing and she laid her head down in her arms as she shook.
 
The judge had heard and seen most things before so her crying was not going to affect him, with the small break over the next witness entered. It was a young child accompanied by her mother, the mother stood silently as her daughter spoke of the woman dancing to music infusing her mind with fun and frivolity which she passed to her father who gambled heavily, The father was taken by two of the gypsy elders and beaten up so badly he remained in hospital three days after the event. The young girl screamed at her repeatedly. "Witch should burn, the witch should burn." One quick swing of the gavel silenced her as the judge glanced at the mother who escorted her daughter out.
 
Natayla continued crying after the break and she looked up to see a child enter and she hoped that the girl would be able to show them that she didn't do anything wrong, but her hope was quickly crushed when she heard that the girls father had been beaten up by two of the other gypsies and she shook her head as tears sprang to her eyes again as the girl began screaming at her. The trial wasn't fair. There was no one there to represent her and all of these so called witnesses accused her of doing things she didn't do. There was no way she would even be granted some mercy, she knew that and she softly sobbed again as she lowered her head once again.
 
Judge Ross Pascoe watched her head lower, the tears streaming down both sides of her face. The trial had done enough for now. If he needed to kill her insides off more he would use more witnesses at a later stage. The gavel hit the mat, his voice cutting through the air. "You are hereby charged with all crimes and found guilty. Your sentence is jail until tomorrow then you will be relocated to another part of town."
 
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