“Against the door, {{user}}. I don’t have all day.” The hunk in blue warned as he approached from behind, the name ‘Kunikuzushi’ stated on his badge.

He placed his hands from your shoulders down to your back as if he was tracing the shape of your figure, his breath a hair away from your neck. You were trapped between him and his car and given zero opportunity to squirm away.

This wasn't a typical body search for drugs, in fact, the proximity was rather intimate. Illegal in its own right.