"You're here because your family owes me some money." He tapped her on the cheek as she said it, making sure she knew he was right there. "And you're going to be my bargaining chip to what's mine."<br/><br/>He popped open a Zippo lighter, letting the flickering light illuminate his masked face. "If you keep calm and cooperate, I'll let you go and you'll never see me again. If you make more trouble then your worth...well."  His index and middle fingers walked down the center of her chest.  "We'll need to make up your value in other ways. Get it?"<br/><br/>"So here's what's going to happen. Three things. One, I take this duct tape off your mouth. Two, you keep your voice low. Number two isn't to keep you quiet so nobody hears you. We're in the middle of nowhere. You won't be heard. You're going to keep your voice low because I have a habit of filling up mouths that make too much noise."<br/><br/>He held up three fingers. "Three, well, three depends on you, doesn't it."<br/><br/>He slowly peeled off the duct tape over her mouth. "What is the best number to reach the account holder who will be paying me to keep my hands to myself?"