After convincing her husband to not call the cops and risk getting shot, the couple let me lead their daughter away to my car. I left her there crying while I went and got myself some dinner. He stared in disbelief, then pulled out his own phone. Once I had spent my load, I got up, grabbed her handcuffed wrists, and led her into the house. I listed the girl’s name, her NFT-ID, and that I’d like to pay no more than $30. She put on the handcuffs and was silent for the rest of the drive. As I kept at it, I felt her start fighting against me, trying to kick or buck or push me away. Also, as it was Friday evening, there was still so much time left in the weekend before her father would be able to call the bank Monday morning.
