Nothing, except for furniture

As you look into the hotel room, you figure that the men have been staying here for a while based on the mess. The room appears to be a normal 2-bed hotel room, with generic furniture and artwork. As you observe the room, the boy grabs you and tosses you onto one of the beds.

"Please, excuse the mess, we weren't expecting company," the father chuckles as he goes to sit down on the other bed. He places his pistol down on the nightstand in between the two beds. You sit up on the bed you were unceremoniously thrown on.

"Sorry about my boy, he never was very good with the ladies. 18 years old and he's never fucked a girl. Anyway, what's your name, gorgeous?"

You just stare at him, you really don't want this asshole to know anything about you. This seems to piss him off and he stands up and backhands you across the face. You fall back on the bed, holding your face which is now stinging in pain. He grabs you by the throat and pulls you up to look at him.

"Listen, bitch! When I ask you a question, you answer it, understand." You nod your head as best you can in his grasp. He releases your neck. "Good, glad we sorted out that misunderstanding. Now, let's try this again, what's your name?"

"Alana."

"Well, Alana, I'm Jack, and this is my son, Sam. And judging by the way he looks at you, I think he likes you. Now let's hurry up and get to the fun. Alana, why don't you get on your knees in front of me and get rid of that shirt."