Stay quiet. Talking can only make this worse.
From Create Your Own Story
You see the cop glance at you in the mirror a few more times, but you keep your lips pressed tightly together - being outspoken got you into this mess in the first place. Well, that, and allowing yourself to give into your sluttier side in the middle of a parking lot. You swallow hard a few times, but manage not to lose it when the cop pulls his car into the station.
There's barely anyone around, and you keep your head down as the cop first roughly pulls you out of the back of the cruiser, and then walks you into the side entrance of the station. His hand is rough and tight on the back of your neck while he punches some sort of code into the pad by the door, and the cool night air is a mild shock to your skin. You lament your lost shirt for a moment, and then door buzzes and the cop is pushing you again. You're inside the police station.
You look around a little, confused - you figured you'd have to be booked in some big public area, but the side door the cop led you through leads into a kind of hallway.
"This way," he says. You walk, and after a few more steps and one more doorway, you see that you're in the holding cell area. There are two large cells here, and as soon as you're in the line of sight of them, a couple of voices start to sound off.
"That one's pretty!" says one voice.
Another voice laughs, and adds, "that a present, Officer Finney?"
You shiver, looking into the dim light of the cells. Two figures are in the cell on the right, mostly shadows, but definitely tall, large men.
You...
