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It makes him hard. The gun at his belt and his torture taser itch. He has to scratch at them, tickle them, and he licks his lips looking down at the young woman he's strapped down, pushed onto the hood of a car. A crowd watches, TV cameras train their lenses at the fetish scene. People pass by waiting to get into the event, and they don't give it a second look. She explains she isn't breaking any laws, but laws don't matter. He has a gun. He knows lots of people with guns. And most people seem to think it's good they walk around and pretty much do what they want. And he fucking hates this girl. Hates her so much, the spoiled bitch. Talking back. Itching, scratching. She tries to stand, the cold car bites through her clothes, and she recoils back into the air, “Stay there, do NOT resist arrest,” he says as he pushes her back down. “Do not cause a scene.” Someone screams “release the prisoner!” from the crowd as his hands move her to the back of the car. Then he's driving her back to the compound, and she's directed to a cage. No choice, everyone has guns and torture tasers. They'll use them. Because she'd deserve to be directed. Disciplined. She asks what law she's broken, why she can't speak in a public place. She's causing a nuisance, you see, so they'll put her in the cage. People with guns fill out forms. She broke no laws. What they put who knows, but it doesn't matter. Because they have guns. And they do whatever the fuck they choose to do. And they don't give a shit about the animals in the cages.