Car chase

Driver: "Ok, it's your choise, I saw many strange hobbies, at least your is sexy looking indeed, and quite passanger is gold in this days".

You feel a strange mix of relief and embarrassment at the driver's words, that he decide that it's your choise, but he seems a good man. You try to convey your gratitude with a nod of your head, but the gag makes it difficult to communicate.

The driver seems to understand and continues driving in silence, occasionally stealing curious glances at you. After a few minutes, you see the prison guards' car in the distance, and your heart begins to race.

You try to hide in the back seat, hoping they won't spot you. But to your horror, they start following the car, flashing their lights and sounding their siren.

The driver looks at you in panic. "What's going on? Are they after you?"

You nod your head, feeling a sense of dread wash over you. You know that if they catch you, your prison term will be doubled.

The driver speeds up, trying to outrun the guards. You hold on tight, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. The car swerves and dodges, trying to lose the pursuers.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the guards' car disappears from view. You let out a sigh of relief, thanking the driver for their help.