Hannah sniffed and blinked back the tears that had thankfully yet to fall. She really did not want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, especially when she had no way to hide the tears. “No, I don’t,” she said simply. He looked vaguely familiar, but not enough that Hannah knew that they hadn’t actually met at a previous time. She imagined though, if she ever got out of this, she would have a pretty good description for the authorities.
When the unmasked man pushed her away, Hannah turned her head and closed her eyes (the only part of her body that she seemed to have any control over), not wanting to see the men standing over her anymore. The usually friendly blonde was quite tempted to blurt out she had managed to nail the masked man with a spoon, but as much as she wanted to take him down a notch, she feared the consequences of speaking in such a way far more.
“What do you want then?” asked Hannah as she forced herself to look at her kidnapers once again. She attempted to sound just a bit interested despite the fact that whatever they wanted from her was probably something she would never agree to. She knew though that she really had no choice but to listen.