The rumbling of tires on gravel filled the cabin as we were jostled in our seats, the backcountry road testing the limits of the cars’ suspension. I glance over to you, sat next to me in the passenger seat. I initially look at your voluptuous chest, which is neatly bisected by the seatbelt causing your top to sharply hug your curves. My gaze drifts down and I’m quickly mesmerized by your fantastic physique and the prospect of violently undressing you. 

A loud bang cracks through the cabin as a huge jolt slams us up and down. My attention snaps back to the road, and I quickly jerk the steering wheel to turn us back on the road. “Oh, wow. Whoops!” I crack in my coarse voice. “Got distracted there for a second. Can’t blame a guy for looking, right?” I ask. I vaguely wonder whether you’ve caught on already. Surely you must have, nobody would believe *this* is the regular route to our destination. It’s been 15 miles since we turned off the interstate and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have any idea of where we’re going. Most telling is that you seem much less talkative since we turned off the main roads, signalling to me that you might be worried or even afraid. 

After a few more minutes of charged silence, I clear my throat: “So… penny for your thoughts?” I ask

Hi! If you’re reading this I hope you fancy stepping into the boots of a very unfortunate hitchhiker. We can take this in multiple directions, from a quickie to a life of sexual slavery. However it turns out I intend to crush your boundaries and impose my will on you (in character only, of course). Who are you, and where did I pick you up? Why where you looking for a ride down in the middle of nowhere? I’m hoping to find out via orange envelope!