He plays coy and later he doesn't

At least he took his own car, not the police vehicle. He opens door for you with pretended gallantry.

"You look beautiful today" he says.

"Thank you" you answer carefully. Why this asshole is doing that, he could just fuck you here and now and you couldn't do nothing to prevent that? Instead he behaves like he's not blackmailing you. Oh, you wish you could grab his gun and shot him in the head.

He drives to the most expensive restaurant in town. He's got a reservation and let's you eat whatever you want. You decide to choose lobsters and to drink Chianti, hoping taht at least he'll have less money now. He is still a perfect gentleman. Until you leave the restaurant. Then he pushes you into dark alley and says:

"Time to put up, you little ****-dealing whore!"

You knew that it would end like that, but not here.

"Can't we do that somewhere else?"

"We could" he smiles "but I am the law and I want to do it here."

Before you have time to react he forces you to turn around and pushes you to the wall. Then he tears your dress apart.

"Fuck! That was expensive!" you protest.

"But you are cheap" he laughs at his own unfunny joke and then he enters you with his dark piece of meat. Without any preparation. You have to grit your teeth to not scream.

"Don't worry" he mocks you "you will buy yourself something new from the money you get from selling ****" he pounds you really hard, but somehow your body adjusts to him quickly, and he doesn't hurt your body that much anymore.

"Ha" he laughs "you are really just a teenage **** dealing whore, you are already getting wet. If you don't make enough money by selling ****, you can always sell your tight cunt."

"I'm not a fucking...****...dealer...you pig!" you are so mad at him that you throw caution to the wind for a while.

"You are, you whore" he slaps your ass "you are no good **** dealing whore and only because of my generosity" he pushes himself so deep that you really feel like you are literally impaled on his cock and in any moment it will cut you in half "you are...not...in a...fucking...jail."

This time you can't muster yourself to riposte, you are just holding the wall hoping that this brutal intercourse will soon end. Thankfully it does, he throws you on the ground and with a loud groan, he cums on your face. Then he takes a photo with his phone.

"I guess you will find your way home, huh? Dealer like you must know the streets. I'll stay in touch."

And he leaves you here, exhausted with your back touching the wall. You call Raven hoping that maybe she could pick you up, she in similar situation as you, she'll understand. You hope.