Jonathan stood behind you with a syringe close to your neck as you sat restrained to a chair unable to move. "25K or else they'll be my first test for today's new batch" he snarled staring into the camera occasionally looking down at you. The cameras switched off and he moved the syringe away, ripping the tape off your mouth "I'd doubt anyone would want to give money for some store cashier" his face lit up with an evil grin, "a part of me hopes I do not get the money just so I can keep you here"