You slide into the passenger seat while Adrienne moves around to the driver's side. You're about to turn to her and say something when she pushes the metal prongs of a taser into your chest and flips the switch. You have the briefest moment of coherence before feeling yourself lose control of your body and pass out.
Coming to your senses, you look around. You're in a hotel room, on the bed. You try to move around, but find that you've been tied to the bed, one limb bound to each bedpost.
"Glad you're awake," Adrienne notes as she emerges from the bathroom. "Now we can get started. I need that account number from you. And you can either give it to me right now, or after a great deal of pain and suffering. The choice is yours."
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