I refuse to cry, “I guess this is the part where you kill me.” 

She finally moves into my line of sight, dragging her finger down the hood of my car as she slowly walks to the front of my car, coming to a stop in front of me, “Oh really?  Is that my only option?” Ashley gives me a pointed look, reminding me where I am and who is in charge. 

I could only estimate how many people were watching us right now and I would be willing to bet that most if not all of them had guns trained on me, so I didn’t say anything. 

Ashley places her hands on my feet and pulls me towards her, easily sliding me down.  The position leaves me sitting at the end of the hood, my legs on either side of her.  She places my feet down on the bumper and places her hands on my knees, “See, I think I have another much more pleasurable idea.”

I swallow, not having any idea what Ashley is talking about, “What is it?” 

Ashley smirks and quirks an eyebrow, “I thought you wanted me to kill you?” 

I am just getting more and more scared, “I don’t want to die.” 

Ashley’s smirk grew in intensity, “Good to know, means you’re open minded to my idea.” 

“Uh… what is your idea?” 

Ashley smirks, “This.”

She moves in and kisses me.  I don’t respond at first, but I do a few seconds later, knowing that this is quite possibly my only chance at survival.  I’m not kissing her back because I’m gay or because I like her, because I am straight and I like men… sometimes; I am only kissing her back because I want to live to see another day.

I place one hand on the back of her neck and one on the back of her head to make it seem like I was really into it but she just pulled away from me, this smirk plastered on her face, “Behave and I won’t kill you.”

She dropped her gaze and her hands moved to the clasp of my jeans.  She undid the button and unzipped them like a pro.  She took my jeans off of me and did something with them before she slowly got on her knees.  She placed her hands on my ass and pushed her face into my crotch.