She pushes you to the ground. You were already in pain from falling from the second story, but now you think you might have broken your wrist.
"Ow! What the fuck?! You cunt!"
The cop climbs on top of you and pulls your hands behind your back, cuffing you.
"Damn, you are one stupid son of a bitch. And to think I thought you were kind of cute. Let's go!"
She pulls you up from the ground, looks down for a moment, then knees you in the groin. You start to go back down but she drags you toward her car. As you lean against it in pain, she opens the door before shoving you in. She drives you home angrily.
"That does it!" Your mother exclaims from the front yard. "We were going to give you a chance! Officer, we want nothing to to with him anymore. Take him in and make sure he gets booked for these drugs I found in his room."
The officer takes the new evidence and processes it before driving you down to the station. On the way there she berates you.
"You really messed up kid. It's almost a shame to see. If you had one ounce of redeemable quality in you I would have tried to get your mother to just send you to that all-girls school. You might have learned something. Besides, I kind of like the idea of it. You know, maybe I can find a way to get you sent to a women's prison? It's a long shot but with the right cooperation I think I could pull it off. I've got some serious connections because my brother is the DA. What do you think?"
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