Sarah takes the reigns

You stall for a moment, and just before you're shoved into the car, the timer hits zero. Your sanity drops further as you feel a surge of panic over what is going to happen next.

Your worries are validated as you lose control of your body, suddenly ducking away from the cop far more effectively than you'd have managed on your own. You dash away, shouting, "Sorry, can't stick around, I need to find something to jack off too!"

Still handcuffed, you bolt down the street with unnatural, robotic movements, though you're still so fast that the cop can't keep up.

A few blocks in, you've completely lost him, though you groan to think of what future trouble could come from the encounter.

_bitch: Please, Sarah, stop this. _There's no reply.

You find yourself bolting towards what seems like a female college student, about your age and pretty, with brown hair and a thin but well-shaped body. She's talking on the phone, holding it with her left hand, a purse over her right shoulder. She's wearing a tight white tank top and khaki capri pants. She doesn't notice you approaching.

sarah: She'll do, don't you think?