Scream for help

 Rachel knew what was about to happen.  She had to do everything she could to make sure it didn't.  Taking a deep breath of air, she let out in a loud scream, followed by "Help!  Somebody, help me?"

   The officer pulled away in pain from the woman shrieking in to his ears.  Bystanders gathered at the entrance of the alley, but none intervened, for all noticed that the would-be **** was an officer of the law.

   "Fine, fine, you dumb cunt," the officer said.  "You're under arrest for non-compliance with mandatory sexual activity laws.   Trust me, the precinct won't be nearly as kind as I was. "

   He grabbed her wrists and slapped on handcuffs, then grabbed her should as hard as he could.  "Follow me, miss."

   "Let me go!" she said, still resisting.

   "I'm not going to let you go.  Especially not after you screamed like that."

   She knew that no good could come from fighting back. Any opportunity to escape this cop was long gone, her hands cuffed and the cop angry with here, so the two began their journey back to the local police precinct several blocks away.

   Rachel had never been so embarrassed in her life. The people they passed had no idea what crime she had committed, but still they looked at her as if she were a lowly criminal.

   A lowly criminal is what she was, technically. The Scions had decreed standards for sexual activity, and she had broken those laws. She had gone months without adhering to the laws, protected by the advice of her family members to not wander outside too much, to not get in trouble, to lie to police, all in the sake of keeping her Christian values. But now she was caught, and she knew what they did to women that weren't having enough sex.

    They entered the police station. The officer brought her to the front desk. "This girl has been monogamous."

    The woman sitting behind the front desk said only, "Bring her to interrogation room 7. The chief will be with her shortly. "

    Together, they entered room #7. The officer sat her down at a chair at the table and locked the chain of her handcuffs to a lock in the middle of the table. 

    "Hey, that hurts!" she remarked.

    "Don't worry," said the officer. "The chief will make that the least of your worries soon enough. you dumb bitch.  Have fun." And with those words he left her all alone, awaiting interrogation.