As she drove through the dimly lit streets of the city, the sound of your muffled sobs filled the car.

She glanced at your captive in the rearview mirror, her heart aching at the sight of your tear-streaked face.

She never wanted to hurt anyone, especially someone as innocent as you, but the circumstances forced her hand.

Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she had no choice.

They felt you had useful data that could expose them.