Counterfeit Superiority
I stumbled, fell, and hit the ground. Then it hit me, I didn’t realize it at first, but he actually hit me. Then he hit me again and again. The first time was to put me down, but I shot up out of instinct. The second hit sent me back to the ground where I stayed. I just picked my head off the ground to turn and look at him when I saw a mean fist coming down on me. I had nothing left, my head went heavy. The bastards caught me.
On the way back to the cruiser I let them know how much I respected them as individuals. I believe I used the words “fuck,” “asshole,” and “cocksucker.” They responded by giving my cuffs an extra snug fit. A mutually nurturing relationship.
In the cruiser I could feel their sense of accomplishment and pride, their hunger for power and superiority. I unhappily absorbed their self-righteous attitudes and I despised them for it. I let them them know how much I hated them with random drunken insults. They laughed at me until I found their insecurity. Intelligence, salary. I knew I had stumbled on some truth when they went quiet. I could see their jaws clench and their veins bulge as I continued to ride and berate them. Why not? They were planning on going home after work and jerking off to their counterfeit accomplishments like every other night. I couldn’t let myself be a part of their sick fantasy; I showed no mercy. They responded by turning up the volume of some manufactured metal music to an incredibly horrid decibel in an attempt to either torture me or drown out my voice. It worked well for both purposes.
We parked in the garage and this time they let me walk on my own two feet. I contemplated making a run for freedom. I looked around; there was no escaping.
I was seated on a long concrete bench. I hadn’t said a word for the last 10 minutes but one of the pricks from the cruiser felt the need to inform me that if I said one more curse that I wouldn’t like what would happen. Was this his last impotent attempt to show his dominance over me? He should have known by now that I didn’t respect his position. I was looking away off to my right with a blank stare on my face as these thoughts went through my mind. What could he do anyway? Curiosity got the best of me, I turned my head slowly and looked him straight in the eyes for some time and one word calmly rolled off my tongue. “Fuck.”
The two officers shouted lies into the next room as they grabbed onto my arms and carried me through the door. “He’s resisting!” “He’s resisting!” This was the cue for two more officers to grab onto my legs. I was now being carried horizontally with a prick on each arm and leg.
They took great pleasure in pinning me down and ripping off my clothes and leaving me naked in that damp empty cell, but I had gotten to them. I smiled, I shivered, it was cold but I smiled.