The cop...

The blue and red lights glow in your rearview mirror, a heavy sinking feeling settling in your stomach as you pull over to the side of the road. The sound of the siren fades as the police car comes to a stop behind you. Rolling down your window, you wait nervously as the officer approaches your car.

"Uh oh, looks like someone's in trouble," one of the moms comments from the backseat, a hint of concern in her voice. You try to keep calm, the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Good evening, ma'am. May I see your license and registration, please?" The officer's voice is stern but polite as he shines a flashlight into your car, casting shadows on your face. You fumble for your documents, handing them over with shaking hands.

"Ma'am, have you been drinking tonight?" he asks, his voice firm. Your stomach knots up as you realize you might be too intoxicated to drive. "I-I'm not sure," you stammer, feeling the weight of the situation sink in.

After a brief look at your license, the officer steps back and gestures for you to step out of the car. "I need you to step out and follow my instructions for a field sobriety test, ma'am," he says firmly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you comply, stepping out onto the side of the road as passing cars slow down to watch.

The officer begins the sobriety test, asking you to walk in a straight line and stand on one leg. Your mind races with anxiety as you try to follow his instructions, the beam of the flashlight glinting off the pavement. "I'm gonna need you to count out loud, ma'am," he instructs, watching you closely. You do your best to complete the test, hoping that your nerves aren't giving you away. You fail utterly.

"Place your hands on the hood of the car," he says. You comply with the officer's instructions, placing your hands on the hood of the car as he requested. Your heart pounds in your chest, nervous about what will come next. The officer begins to conduct a search, running his hands over your body. You feel violated and uncomfortable as he gropes you, every touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"Is this really necessary?" you ask, your voice shaky and filled with fear. The officer doesn't respond, continuing his search as if your question went unheard. He pinches your nipples, hard, and you wonder if that was his response. He kicks your heels further apart and frisks each leg with both hands, one at a time, grazing your panties each time. You feel a mix of anger and helplessness as he invades your personal space with his rough hands.

Finally, the officer finishes the search and steps back, his expression unreadable in the dim light. You feel a knot in your stomach, wondering what will happen next. The officer's next move could change the course of your night, and possibly your life. "Ma'am," he says, "I'm going to need you to come with me."