They stop you.

You slow down the car and stop in front of the police cars, waiting for the officers to approach you. They don't hesitate at all, and two people are immediatly walking straight at you.

"Please step out of the vehicle ma'am, and put your hands on the car," one of them says. You sigh, unbuckle and open the door. Both are still wearing their sunglasses, making it diffuclt to see their faces or even to catch any meaningful facial expression.

"Anything wrong, officers?," you ask and try to put on your best smile. They are both quite huge and intimidating. Two big police officers against a lonely woman...

You put your hands on the roof of the car. Both come closer.

"Are you looking for someone? You can search my car, of course, I am alone," you continue talking. Your voice sounds a bit high-pitched, admittedly.

Instead of a response, you feel your arms grabbed roughly and pinned behind your back.

"Hey!" you protest. It hurts.
"Cuff her," one says.
"What? No! Stop! What's going on!!" you exclaim, but none of them seems to pay you any attention at all. You hear the static of a walkie talkie.

"Target secured," the other officer says, apparently into the transmitter.
"This must be a misunderstanding!"

One of them produces a black ball gag from his belt and holds it in front of your mouth. "Open up," he commands. You stare at him, frightened. This is most definitely not standard police procedure. Something is very, very wrong.

You shake your head. The uniformed man just shrugs and presses its fingers into your nose. Preventing you from breathing, but also pinching and hurting you in the process.

"Ow!" you cry - and feel how the ball gag is shoved between your teeth. The strap is pulled tight.

"That was pure luck," one of them says.
"Yeah, well, you know them rebels. They always try to leave the city. Easy to catch 'em."

None of those guys are police officers, you think. One man shoves you roughly toward their waiting car, the other one gets into your vehicle and starts the engine.

"Haw aw yu hamhm mo?" you ask and realize that the gag prevents you from expressing anything useful.

"Let's get you where you belong," the man in the uniform answers, sliding into the front seat. Then he turns around to you once more and his mouth suddenly flashes you a malicious grin. "Nice tits," he adds.