CRACK ATTACK!
You take several steps backwards and let out a rage-filled growl as you charge at the doorway. BAM!! You hear something in your shoulder crack and you slide to the ground against the steel-reinforced door. Everything becomes dim and you find yourself on the ground, staring at the ceiling with a police officer staring down at you.
Apparently one of the tennants called the cops on you. The cop hauls you to your feet and throws you out into the street none-too-gently, telling you not to come back here as you are not a welcome visitor on these premises.
You get a little cocky with him and soon regret taking a clumsy swing at him, as you promptly find yourself slammed against the hood of his patrol car with cuffs wrapping around your delicate wrists.
You regret your actions even more when he snaps on a rubber glove and pulls down your pants. Is this standard protocol? You wonder as he checks you why he has two hands on your back, and yet it is possible that you can still feel him probing around back there.
Once his 'check' is finished, and your anus drips with whatever fluid the cop used to lubricate you, he throws you into the back of the cruiser and takes you away to jail.
Sadly, while you are in their custody, the police pull up your record and find that your DNA matches that of the bandit that had been raping kittens throughout your neighborhood. You are what the media has tagged the "Cat Fucker".
You rot in prison, subject to multiple accounts of prison rape.
So sad. At least the cop loosened you up first, if that's any condolence.
That'll teach you to try to break into your mothers house to steal her shit. Fucking crack head.
Apparently one of the tennants called the cops on you. The cop hauls you to your feet and throws you out into the street none-too-gently, telling you not to come back here as you are not a welcome visitor on these premises.
You get a little cocky with him and soon regret taking a clumsy swing at him, as you promptly find yourself slammed against the hood of his patrol car with cuffs wrapping around your delicate wrists.
You regret your actions even more when he snaps on a rubber glove and pulls down your pants. Is this standard protocol? You wonder as he checks you why he has two hands on your back, and yet it is possible that you can still feel him probing around back there.
Once his 'check' is finished, and your anus drips with whatever fluid the cop used to lubricate you, he throws you into the back of the cruiser and takes you away to jail.
Sadly, while you are in their custody, the police pull up your record and find that your DNA matches that of the bandit that had been raping kittens throughout your neighborhood. You are what the media has tagged the "Cat Fucker".
You rot in prison, subject to multiple accounts of prison rape.
So sad. At least the cop loosened you up first, if that's any condolence.
That'll teach you to try to break into your mothers house to steal her shit. Fucking crack head.
