Officer Scott

Chapter 1

Thank god.

Hands trailed over my butt, but didn't linger there for long, luckily. They traveled up to my back and then wrapped around to my stomach. He patted me there gently, making me feel slightly self-conscious about my tummy, but then he moved up to my breasts. I expected him to just lightly trail over them, like he had the rest of my body, but he didn't.

Instead, his hands grabbed me painfully and kneaded slowly. I let out a strangled gasp and pushed away from the car. His body quickly flushed against mine, and pressed me roughly against the metal of my vehicle.

"What the heck?" I cried out. I could feel him against my back, but I stopped resisting, hoping he'd get off. He didn't, though. Instead, his hands traveled down to my waist.

I was about to scream when a large hand clamped over my mouth.

"If you scream," his lips were right up against my ear, "then I'll tattle about you Visa status and you'll be deported." His husky voice warned. The hand was slowly removed from my mouth, but he didn't back off.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes." He responded with absolutely no hesitation.

I felt my heart flurry quickly, and my mouth go dry. What was I supposed to do? Allow this cop to physically assault me on the side of the motorway or get deported back to a life with my family.

If you have ever met my family, you'd see my dilemma. They were the reason I fled to the UK. They were the reason behind all my painful memories. They were the reason I so desperately had to get out, get a fresh start.

"Gonna scream, love?" Officer Scott chuckled darkly in my ear.

"N-no." I stuttered weakly. He had won, because in the long run, ANYTHING was better than going back.

"Good girl." He purred in my ear.

I suppressed the urge to vomit as his hands went down to my ass and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze. I blinked away the tears that rushed to my eyes when I felt him dip down. The tears in my eyes felt like hot sauce. I didn't cry though. I never cried. Not anymore. I bit my tongue to hold back a scream when his hand crawled up my skirt.

I couldn't hold any more in when his fingers patted me over my panties. I let out a pathetic whimper, which did nothing to make him feel bad for me and stop. In fact, any noise, gasp, or plead to stop only encourage him more. It turned the sick fuck on.

"Please," I begged in a broken whisper as he rubbed me. I heard his chuckle.

"Don't ruin it now, baby, you were being so good for me." His touch sent shivers down my spine. He rubbed over the clothing slowly, and in that moment I was so thankful to my conservative dress. What if I hadn't been wearing tights? How far would he have taken it?

It was shameful and disgusting and it made me feel used and dirty. A complete stranger was abusing his power to touch me in my most sacred area against my own will.

And I had chosen that fate over returning to my family. And the worst part is, I knew that I would choose it again and again if it meant I could stay in London.

He pulled away from me slowly and stood back to his full height behind me. I spun around once I was no longer being forced against the car, and glared up at him with as much anger and hatred as I could muster.

Even though I didn't know the man, I felt betrayed. Cops were supposed to be good. It was a cop was the person who brought me home when I was five after I got lost. It was a cop was who helped me change my first tire. And it was a cop who helped me escape my home.

"You're a disgrace to your uniform." I spat at Officer Scott. He smirked back at me, completely unaffected by my words.

"Careful, sweetheart, or I'll make you get on your knees." I shuddered at his threat and had to mentally purge in order to remove the image of me doing what he was implying.

"Can I go?" I asked, sounding as broken as ever.

"Just let me write up your ticket." He pulled out his little pad.

"You're giving me a ticket?" I gasped incredulously. After all that? After all he put me through?

"You were speeding, after all." A little note was handed to me and a firm slap was sent to my rear end. I watched with stony eyes as the tall police officer climbed back into his squad car and drove away, his partner still not looking up from his phone.

I somehow made it home that night, and I didn't end up doing anything that I had planned to.

I just ended up lying in bed, too afraid to go to sleep.