You have the right to remain silent...
Vicki grabbed his arm, pulling it forcefully around behind his back.
"Shouldn't you read me my rights?" He seemed completely unfazed by his arrest, as if he didn't care in the slightest.
"You don't have any rights. Now shut up, and get up off the ground." She yanked the handcuffs to pull him onto his knees, before walking around to stand in front of him, hands placed on her hips.
"I don't know why you're insisting on bringing me in, I didn't do anything wrong." He was beginning to get a little concerned at how much she seemed to be enjoying roughing him up.
"I'll decide whether or not to bring you down to the station. Now, lie back down. On your back." She grinned devilishly, tilting her head slightly to the side, watching him struggle to control himself and do as she said. "Did I, or did I not just give you an order?" She looked threateningly at him, and he licked his lips before complying.
"Oh god, Vicki..." He groaned as she began to unbutton her trousers.
"That's Officer Nelson, Fitzroy. And you have the right to remain silent. I suggest you use that right, or I'll use physical force. Tell the boys down at the station you were resisting arrest..."
He swallowed, suppressing the urge to simply snap the metal restraints and take back control. He had suggested this, after all...and he had to deal with the consequences. Despite her hidden penchant for torturing him, he was rather enjoying himself...and he was awfully glad the Vicki still had her police uniform...