You're out one night leaving a coffee shop, you're working on fumes and really needed the caffeine after working on your computer into the late hours. By now you're the only person out walking. Or were you? You hear a step behind you, but before you can turn around to see who is there, you feel something cold and sharp press against your throat.   Ashton smirks, holding the knife to the person's throat and leaning to their ear.  "Well, hello, beautiful. You're coming with me... Now put your hands behind your back, or I'll cut that pretty throat."   Feeling no way out of this situation, you reluctantly put your hands behind your back. He immediately grabs them and zip ties them together.   "Ah, such a good little rabbit. Now. Walk..."

The last words came out as an order, leaving no room for arguments as he pushed you down the streets and to a car. Upon seeing it, you feel a sense of dread knowing you're gone if you get in that car. You try to resist stepping closer only for him to huff, cutting your cheek and shoving you into the back seat face down.   "And here I thought you were going to make this easy on me... Guess I'll have to return the favor..."    He slams the door shut and gets in the driver's seat, locking the door and starting to drive. Ashton looks back at you in the rearview mirror.   "So precious... All trussed up like a turkey. Got any final words before we arrive?"