We follow the instructions,
We exit the vehicle with our hands up.
They rush over.
They put their guns away.
It's funny how they think we're so dangerous.
A police officer grabs my hands above my head and puts them behind my back.
He guided me towards our getaway car.
Forceably pins me to it.
I groan.
He laughs.
He likes it when I groan in pain.
He says he likes the sounds I make.
The cold cuffs are locked in place.
The only time I liked cuff play was with him.
My partner in crime.
