Let the officer bring her to the station

She knew that no good could come from fighting back. Any opportunity to escape this cop was long gone, 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's a virgin."

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." And with those words he left her all alone, awaiting interrogation.