Beau had lost count of how many hours he had sat in the chair. He was starving, dehydrated, and had to piss. He thought of whether this was a deliberate attempt to wait him out, or if the woman had been found. He tried his best to stay awake, worried as to what awaited him in his sleep. In this less-than-ideal state, he weighed his options. 

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do. She’s right, the longer I wait the more likely that man finds us. But she’s taking me back right to the place I’m trying to escape. 

That thought made Beau pause for a second, as he realized the absurdity of his goal whose motivation he was entirely oblivious to. 

Can I overpower her? I’m bigger than her, but she looks like she knows how to fight. Where’s my gun? 

Beau looked around for his gun, but to no avail. He realized that it would be quite silly to leave a hostage’s firearm within their sight. 

Fuck, it doesn’t matter, I’m out of ideas for dealing with the man. Maybe if I let the woman take me, I can use her to get far enough away and then break free? Or maybe they meet and kill each other? The odds aren’t great…

Beau nodded to himself, and accepted that his longshot plan was to acquiesce to the woman’s demands and go from there. 

I’m going to die.

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