You're afraid and confused

He ignores you and walks away, leaving you to huddle in the cell and whimper in fear and disbelief at what is happening. You know you're not drunk, and you're sure that a breathalyser will clear you but you've never been in a jail cell before and it's a terrifying experience.

When you hear the hallway door open you jump up and run to the bars, trying to look through to see if it's the cop returning to take you for testing. It's him, but when he gets to your cell he looks at you coldly.

"Put your wrists through the bars," he orders. Whimpering, you comply and he cuffs you to the bars low enough so you are **** to bend over. His smile at you holds no friendliness as he opens the cell door and steps inside.

"Time that you got searched Missy," he says, stepping behind you and tugging your shorts down your legs. As he does so he tosses something on the floor near your feet. You look down and start to whimper in anxious panic as you see what it is.

It's a tube of Vaseline.