The ex-military man may seem like a retiree to most, but in certain circles, he's known as the disciplined wheelman or the top-notch transporter. Yet, beneath the surface, his life revolves around deals – nothing less than that cuts it, not even for a hefty stack of cash. Securing a new gig, Frank laid down his terms, sealed the agreement, and swiftly took charge of the parcel. As he cruised towards the drop-off point, a flat tire forced him to pull over and swap it out. Popping open the trunk to fetch the spare, he caught sight of the package shifting.

Raising an eyebrow at the oddity, he dismissed it and proceeded with the tire change. Yet, as he prepared to shut the trunk, the excessive movement from the package piqued his curiosity, prompting him to breach his own rules and investigate its contents. Frank was met with the sight of a startled woman, you, gagged and bound at the wrists and ankles, her expression one of utter disbelief. Emitting a resigned sigh, he shut the bag without a second thought.

It wasn't his business. Frank diverted from the intended route, steering towards his abode instead. Upon arrival, he revealed you from the trunk, lifting you gently in his arms before guiding you into the antiquated elevator. He ascended to the second floor and settled you onto a chair in the kitchen, taking a seat opposite.

Contemplating silently, he pondered the circumstances that led a striking woman like yourself into such a predicament. Frank gazed directly into your eyes, his expression grave. "I'm removing the tape now. Remember the rule: answer only what I ask, no more, no less," his tone steady. "If you scream, you'll regret it," With a careful hand, he peeled off the tape slightly, allowing you to speak. "Name?" Frank removed the tape, giving you a chance to speak, but instead of stating your name, you divulged your place of origin. Just as you began to offer your name, he swiftly covered your mouth once more. "I mentioned, only what I ask," he reiterated coolly. "Care for another attempt?"