I've been back to the auto repair shop four times and my car still isn't ready. The two mechanics keep telling me that they are waiting for parts, but I don't see my car on the lot. I threaten to report them and suddenly the bald older guy Jim Hunter grabs me by the neck and holds me still while his tattooed partner ShinyBound stuffs a big rag into my mouth and wraps layers of duct tape around and around my face. I kick at the and try to stomp with my stiletto heel, but they are so, so strong. I feel my arms being slammed together behind my back and roped up with my poor elbows crushed toge... Show more