Let him search you

The CBP officer tells you to turn around and place your hands above your head, palms touching the wall. He pats you down, beginning at your arms and working his way to your shoulders and your chest. When his hands make their way to your waist, though, you feel yourself jerk reactively.

He pushes you forcefully against the wall and feels for your genitals. He tells you that if you scream, he'll just put you in solitary confinement anyway.

Then he releases you.

If you want more money, he says, you know how you can get it. He tells you that he will come monitor you as you wash clothes tomorrow.

Then he walks away. You crumble to the floor.