Go to jail...

You feel the officer pressing up behind you, his presence uncomfortably close as you sense him between your buttocks. "Can we work something else out?" you ask, your voice shaky and soft.

"No, we can't," the officer replies firmly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. You feel your heart sink as the reality of the situation sets in.

Tears start to well up in your eyes as the officer presses you for a decision. "I can't do it," you finally manage to say, the words coming out in a shaky whisper.

The officer doesn't hesitate, immediately booking you and leading you to the back of the squad car. You feel a rush of panic and fear as the reality of what is happening hits you.

As you sit in the back of the squad car, the officer starts to drive towards the station. You can feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, the uncertainty of what comes next looming ahead.

You try to compose yourself, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. The sirens outside only serve to heighten your anxiety as you make your way towards the unknown.

The officer doesn't speak as he drives, the silence between you deafening. You feel a mixture of shame and anger bubbling up inside you, the unfairness of the situation weighing heavily on your shoulders.

As you arrive at the station, the reality of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks. You are led inside, the cold metal bars of the cell closing in around you, as you are placed in the holding tank with dozens of other women.

You feel the tears start to flow freely now, the overwhelming sense of hopelessness and fear consuming you. This is not how you imagined your night would end.

As the reality of your situation sinks in, you can't help but wonder how things could have turned out differently. But now, all you can do is wait and hope for a chance at redemption.

THE END?

(If I get 50 Likes, maybe less, on this, I will add a rough prison lezdom scene later down the road)