[Asher's POV]
"So...." I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans, giving them a smile, "....this is awkward."
The three bulky men gave me a blank stare before going back to guarding the door. I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, turning to the man who was standing right next to me, "I am sure your hands are tired from keeping the gun to my head....." I laughed nervously as he continued pointing the gun at me, "...you can take rest. I can't run, I am tied to the chair." I struggled against the rope that was tied against my chest to show my restricted movement, but when he didn't say anything, I opened my mouth again, "Besides why would I wanna run away, you seem like a fun group."
