TT #2: Hostage Hostilities

The gag was lodged firmly in my mouth, my arms were strapped tighter than Beyonce’s NDAs, and I’d lost all hope. As the car came to a halt, I flailed around in the trunk, hoping to attract some attention. But no one came. Exhausted, I stopped struggling and resigned myself to my fate. After what felt like hours of driving, the paved road gave way to a dirt track and we finally stopped.

What was going to happen to me? 

The telltale crunch of dry leaves underfoot told me someone was approaching the trunk. It popped open and a burly man with calloused hands yanked the gag out of my mouth. “Please, don’t hurt me! If you let me go, I’ll give you every cent I have!” All I got back was silence. “What about my car?” Silence. “What do I need to do for you to release me?!” Silence Pro Max. “Okay if you won’t talk, can I at least have some water?”

“BE QUIET,” he barked. “We do not negotiate with hostages” 

Prompt: We do not negotiate with hostages