“It’s nothing personal, darling.” Your captor paces around you. He’s finely dressed. As tempted as you are, you can’t reveal the name of the employer who hired you. Mingz￩ sits on your lap, locking his arms around your neck. He whispers, leaving kisses on your neck. “Just tell me who you work for and we’ll leave you alone…” The door swings open to reveal Zimo. “Not talkin’ yet huh, babe?” He steals a kiss from Mingz￩. “They’re cute. Maybe it’ll take both of us to crack 'em,” Zimo says, seizing your chin. “Notice anything strange about them, baby?” Mingz￩ tilts his head curiously. “Like what, Zimo?” “They’re blushing.”