Creative Writing: Public Injustice

“They aren’t being arrested. They’re being detained until they sober up. Public intoxication is not allowed around here. I guess you’ll be coming with us too.” The officer slapped a set of cuffs on his outstretched arms and pulled her stranger away.
He didn’t speak a word. Nothing to defend himself and that scared her. He was going to get carted away and then no one would be there to protect her.
“This is absurd. He wasn’t even in the bar.” She followed the officer. “Let me call—”
“Listen lady, these guys are lucky those men aren’t pressing charges. Mr. Burgess is being very generous given the situation. Public drunkenness will earn them a night in the drunk tank. It could be worst.”
“But Klein started it. He should be arrested!” She stomped

“Did you wrap those big lips around his cock and beg him to come? Did you let him rub his balls all over your face and ask for more? When you look at your body, remember who owns it. There isn’t a spot I didn’t claim.”
His words made her sick. Her eyes filled with tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her cry. This man had professed his love for her and in turn she gave him everything. She gave him her heart and her body but it had all been lies. A sick and twisted game where she was the pawn. “Stop. Please, stop this.”
He growled in her ear. “I love the way you beg, Bria. So pathetic and weak. It makes me hard. Beg me again.” Klein licked his lips and she couldn’t believe she’d bought into all his lies and bullshit.
“Take a hike!” She shoved him away and marched towards one of the cop cars. The one that held her stranger. “You have this all wrong. Please let me come with you and clear it up.”
The window in the car was down and the officer had his arm along the edge. “I don’t think we do. See my partner, he talked with the manager and this is for the best. This isn’t the first time we’ve dealt with Mr. Burgess. Have a good night, Miss.” He waved his hand in the air, dismissing