In the dimly lit station, Bri's eyes widen as Rusty unholsters his baton, not for restraint, but to strip-search her. He finds her hiding spot, and his stern expression softens into a lewd smirk. He barks orders, making her strip, then fucks her in various positions, each thrust a lesson in consequences. Her cries echo as he dominates her, her earlier defiance replaced by desperate moans, until he finally unleashes his load, marking her as his captured prey.