Your eyes widen as the light shines into your face, with a look of abject fear and panic crossing your face. You had heard about what happened to curfew violators, about the "community service" jobs supposedly "repairing the damage" caused by patriarchy, everything from jail time to forced labor to public shame. This was in addition to the humilliation usually inflicted by the officers when an offender was caught. You panic and take off running.
The woman squawks into her radio "We have a runner. Westbound on E. Pine, unescorted male, I need a perimeter please." You zigzag between several city blocks trying to avoid the woman on your heels riding the bicycle. You begin to see other bikes cutting off your escape routes. One by one the streets are secured, the women close in and eventually surround you.
"On the ground, NOW!" Three of the women dismount from their bikes, triangulating you from all sides. The other women form a circle around you. You make a last ditch effort to break through the lines, but the women surround and tackle you. One of them wraps a hand around your scrotum, squeezing tightly. Another presses your face to the pavement with her knee. A third places a shoe on the back of your neck as the women completely immobilize you. |