“Look,” he grits out, shifting his weight and pressing his temple against my ear. “You can keep struggling, then I can duct tape your hands and feet and mouth, shove you into the back of my Suburban, and shoot anyone who comes across us during the process. Or you can be a good little girl and sit in the front seat, and no one has to die.” He pauses. “Well, no one else.”
Don't threaten me with a good time😆
