(Sorry for the late reply. I didn't realize this old thread has been revived)

I can see you through the rear window, playing with your phone walking towards us. I wait for you to walk past the van, swing the door open, and my hand is on your mouth before you can scream. "Grab her legs!" I say to subserviant. We throw you into the back on the van and close the door, and Tom immediately starts the car. I turn you around and force you to lie face down so subserviant can cuff your wrists behind your back. Before you can move or say anything, you feel the cold blade of a knife against your face. "Do anything stupid and I'll cut your face open, bitch!" I hiss. "Do you hear me?"