A failed bdsm attempt

Molly:

This man hurled me into the car, and there were two other men in the back seat. Was I kidnapped? I questioned myself.

These men crammed me in like a sardine and would not even let me look left or right. The enormous man who had grabbed me earlier drove away.

“Who are you, and where do you work?” I yelled, but they all remained silent.

I turned to look at the men who had sandwiched me, but they just stood there with straight faces. I swallowed deeply and sank into the seat.

This was ridiculous! At least if I were being kidnapped, I should be told.

“Are you abducting me? If you are, don’t you think you should call my husband to find out?” I asked, trying to squeeze my hand out of the tight space to reach the man, but I couldn’t.

“Do you work for Ernesto? You’ll be in big trouble if my husband gets to know about this.”

I said a lot to them, but they did not move an inch. Because they were so quiet, I wondered if they were really human beings. The driver kept his hands steady on the