You are.

It doesn't take too long for the police to arrive. The security guards give their version of the events to the cops and hand you over. You remain silent while they read you your Miranda rights. You are still under the influence of the clerks wish to keep your mouth shut and the only loophole you have is that you can speak to complain about him. You think you could probaby twist this to speak if you started every sentance with a complaint about the clerk, but it suits you to remain dumb. The way you see it, there's no way the clerk will come forward to testify and the cops have no hope of locating anyone matching your ID for the time being. Eventually they'll have to let you go if they can't prove you have committed a crime, won't they? In the log run none of this will matter because once you get your own body back, none of this will be pinned to you anyway.

A burly, but attractive black policewoman gives you a shove and pushes you up against a wall.

"OK Princess. Assume the position, you know the drill I bet." She commands. "You want to play dumb, suits me just fine."

She bats at the inside of your feet with her boot's toecap, spreading your long legs wide as you lean with arms outstretched against the wall. Whilst her male partner takes witness statements she pats you down. You hear a sharp intake of breath as her hands slide up your thighs and she discovers you're nude beneath the tiny skirt.

"Guess your mommy forgot to tell you to put on clean underwear fore you went out today honey." She jokes. "Or has business been so good that you need an airconditioned cunt?"

Considering how little you're wearing her search seems overly long and thorough, her strong hands spend several seconds probing at your shaven pussy before she gives your tits a good groping.

"She got any ID on her." Her partner asks, causing her to cut short her investigation of your body with obvious ****.

"Nope, not a single personal item on the little bitch." The coloured cop replies. "Still won't say a word neither."

"No? Well fuck her then. Cuff the little whore and let's dump her at the precinct." The male cop decides. "Let the station staff sort this shit out."

Your arms are dragged down behind your back and cuffed tightly round your slender wrists. The pair march you to their squadcar and shove you roughly into the back.

At the station you're processed. You smile in amusement as you get fingerprinted, wondering whether the model from the poster has a criminal record. Then you're put into an interrogation room where you're harangued for nearly two hours whilst you sit quietly. Since you havn't requested a lawyer the cops continue until they're genuinely puzzled by your behaviour. They try to prove you can talk by making loud noises without warning behind you and one even 'accidently' spills some hot coffee on your leg hoping you'd curse or cry out.

Coming to the conclusion that perhaps you maybe mute they try giving you a pen and paper which you ignore. Then a shrink comes in and frankly bores you almost to tears as he attempts to get an answer from you.

"Look you stupid little bitch, you're not doing yourself any favours you know." A fat middle aged sergeant rants after the physciatrist has given up and left. "Till we get a name you ain't going nowhere. I got half a mind to give you a slap upside your pretty head. I just wish you'd give me an excuse."

You spring to your feet involuntarily and hurl yourself at the fat sergeant with your hands going for his face. The sudden attack takes the cop completely by surprise and he pitches backward off his chair with his arms windmilling. You leap over the table and straddle his porky body and beat and claw at his face with your tiny fists and long nails. More cops rush into the room and drag you biting and kicking off the fallen sergeant. His face looks like a wolverine has attacked him, long scratches and bite marks ooze blood and the fat bastard is in a state of shock.

"Motherfucking crazy bitch." He roars, holding a wad of paper towels to his bloodied face. "I swear one second she was as docile as a fucking lamb, then she just went fucking physcho on me. She ain't right in the fucking head."

You are appalled at what just happened, but still can't stop yourself from struggling against the four cops pinning you to the floor. All you know is that you must try to attack the sergeant no matter what the cost. Each of your limbs is held securely by a police officer and still you continue to bite and thrash about. The cops call out for additional restraints, but it isn't until the fat sergeant is led out of the room to have his wounds treated that you abruptly cease your struggles.

You're in a shocked daze after these events, with your wrists and ankles securely chained as though you were some convicted killer. You hardly make sense of what you're being told as the shrink reappears and tells you that you're being transferred to a secure mental unit for evaluation.