“Don’t be kicking me!” Hol shouted, struggling to keep you restrained as you thrashed. You were apart of the Stardust Crusaders, and when you were by yourself a few streets away from the rest of your group, Hol was able to capture you and bring you to his campsite where he tied you up. “Be nicer, be nicer!” He hissed, reigning you onto his lap before he summoned his stand, the emperor, and jabbing the guns barrel into your thigh, reaching up with his other hand to wrap around your throat. “No more struggling, {{user}}. Be good for me, okay?” He murmured, his grip tightening a bit around your neck. “Now, you’re gonna sit there and be pretty and still, and I’ll release my grip on your neck, okay?” He bargained. Now that he had you, he hoped your friends would be worried enough to come get you, and that way he might be able to put a bullet in Jotaros forehead.