“Get on in there, little lady,” the male half of the team said as he put a hand on her head to keep it from bumping into the car. Krissy hated his touch, but she put up with it as she slid into the back seat of the car. She expected to see a tough metal screen between the back seat and the front, but there wasn’t one. The door slammed shut. Krissy sat, mute and motionless, as the two vice cops got into the front seat. It would be best if she didn’t say anything at all from now on. Once they started to interrogate her, she’d demand a lawyer…a woman lawyer.
The car started up. Krissy noticed that the woman was driving, while the man turned half around in the passenger seat to smile at her. She didn’t like his smile at all, so she turned to look away from him. Because of that, she didn’t realize that they weren’t heading to the station at all until she saw no buildings, only trees.
“Hey,” she spoke up and tried to sit up, hampered by the handcuffs. “Hey, what’s going on?”
The woman said nothing. The man laughed nastily. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, blondie,” he said. “Just do as you’re told and everything will be okay.”
Krissy blinked at him for a moment before realization kicked in. “Oh, no!” she snarled. “Oh, hell no!” Sliding back down on the seat, she kicked hard at the man’s fat round face. He moved just enough to make her miss and grabbed her ankle before she could pull her leg back. Her coat and her dress slid up, and he smiled nastily.
“Nice view,” he said, looking up her leg. Krissy lashed out at him with her other foot, aiming for the hand that gripped her ankle. She connected, but it didn’t seem to bother him much. The coat and dress slid up even further.
“Let me go, you motherfucker!” she yelled, kicking at him again. This time he let go and she missed. She pulled her legs back and twisted around on the seat, trying to get her clothes back down, succeeding only when she knelt on the floor and let gravity do the work. That put her head where the man could get to it. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.
“Let me go, you fat, ugly sonofabitch!” she hissed at him. In reply, he slapped her hard with his free hand and then let go. Krissy sagged down onto the floor, stunned.
“She’s got a mouth on her,” she heard the male cop say. “Wonder what else it’s good for.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” the woman replied wearily. “We’re almost there. Keep it in your pants until we’re inside.”
Krissy’s head was swimming. Her cheek still stung from the slap. It was very, very important that she should move, or scream, or something, but doing any of those things seemed to be too difficult to even try just now. As bad as it would have been for her to be arrested and brought to trial, what was about to happen to her now was even worse. These two cops had plans for her, plans that clearly included rape. She could endure that. She could even endure them taking all of tonight’s score from her, which they certainly would if they were as corrupt as they seemed. It would be a very bad night for her, but she could survive. It was what would happen afterwards that worried her. Would they try to make her work for them? If they did, what would they try to make her do?
The car stopped, but the engine kept running. Krissy stayed on the floor, out of reach of the fat male cop. She wouldn’t be out of his reach for much longer, she was sure. After a moment, the car moved forward, slowly, and then stopped again. This time Krissy heard the engine stop. Her stomach knotted up.
“Door’s down,” she heard the woman say. “Let’s get her out.”
She didn’t put up any fight as they pulled her out of the car, but she didn’t help them any either. As they stood her up, she saw that they were in a big two-car garage, spotlessly clean and, aside from them and the car, completely empty. There was one door on the far wall that probably led outside, and two more on the near wall.
“This way,” the woman said. She headed for the left-hand door, unlocked it, opened it, and reached inside to flick on the lights. Krissy saw a short flight of wooden stairs leading down and a patch of bare cement floor.
“Bring her along,” the woman ordered her partner. He took a fistful of Krissy’s hair and dragged her towards the stairs. Krissy didn’t fight him. He was too big, she was still handcuffed, there was nowhere to run anyway. As they descended the stairs, she saw that they were now in a big, empty basement of some kind, cold, hard and windowless. There were two doors side by side on the far wall. Well, no, it wasn’t completely empty, she realized. There was a king-size mattress leaning up against the far wall. There was a big cardboard box on the floor next to it. The sight of them made her suddenly nauseous.
The male cop led her into the middle of the basement and left her there as he went back to shut the door. The female cop first freed Krissy’s wrist from the handcuffs and then turned Krissy around to face her.
“I guess you think you’re pretty tough,” she smirked.
Krissy ignored the implied threat. “What the fuck do you want?” she demanded as she glared up at the woman. “Why did you bring me here?” Her wrists were sore from the cuffs, but she wouldn’t show weakness to these two by rubbing them.
“Don’t play dumb,” the woman replied. “You know what’s coming next, there’s nothing you can do about it but make it harder for us and much more painful for you, so why not make it easier all around? Now strip down, you predatory little bitch, unless you want us to do that for you.” She held up a stun gun. “Your choice,” she said.