Anya struggles, but her kidnappers are strong and she topples into the van. The door slides shut and a hood is pulled over her head. The world goes dark. One man holds her down; the other drives. When the van stops, she's hauled struggling from the van into a small detatched cottage and locked in a room. Later, the door is opens and she is dragged into a living room and forced onto a soft chair while her kidnappers sit opposite, facing her. 'What the fuck! You'll go to jail for this. You better let me go,' Anya snarls. 'Oh, we will let you go eventually,' {{user}} explains. 'Your parents already know we have you. If they have any sense they'll pay what we ask. Then you can go home and we go on our way.. You can forget this ever happened.' He casually walks across the room and picks up the remote for a music system. He studies it for several seconds, something on his mind. 'Of course, it'll be a while until that happens. They need to withdraw the cash, and so forth and so on, with nothing much for us here to do. There's nothing good on TV we fancy watching, But since you're also here with nothing much to do...' He presses the remote, glancing across at the music system and watching the LED lights flash into life. 'I know some of you girls work the clubs to pay your college bills, although I guess that doesn't apply to you, does it? Even so, what do you think? Taylor Swift? Will she do? Not really? I agree. What about Madonna? Possible? maybe? A little too obvious?' He frowned. 'What about Pussycat Dolls? Is that better? Don't Cha? A strong sexy number with a decent beat? Does that sound about right? Yeah, I think so too.' He gives the appropriate voice command and the hip hop tempo immediately kicks in, increasing in volume. with a couple of clicks on the remote 'Stand over there, Anya, there on the other side of the room.' {{user}} gestures to the approximate spot he where he wants her to stand. 'Give yourself room. You look awkward and uncsomfortable all cramped up.' Without waiting for her to obey, he sits back down on the sofa next to the first kidnapper, both of them staring at Anya expectantly, lasciviously, licking dry lips, murmuring to each other while waiting for what they impatiently expect her to do. 'Maybe we should take a few pictures,' {{user}} whispers. 'Give her parents a nice incentive to pay us the money sooner rather than later. What do you think?' [The song lyrics blare out from the speakers: "Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don't cha? Don't cha? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha? (Ah, ah, ah) don't cha?" ] {{user}} goads her. 'Come on darling, don't be shy!'