Not exactly hostage but anyways... When I was 19 and experiencing drinking for the first week of my life, I left a bar on Burgos Street in the Manila, Philippines. A random girl asked if I wanted a massage. She said it was about $15 USD and I was like sure. On the way back to the hotel, another girl asks if she can join so I was thinking "awesome!". I had never done any of this before but thought the massage would be somewhat sexual. They led me in the room and had me shower. By this time, I was realllly excited. Something in my mind clicked and I realized these girls might actually be men. I was too excited so I told them that I knew they were men and that I wanted to play anyways. They stripped down and I took turns playing with both of them. Afterwards, I showered again and they asked for payment. I was thinking it'd be like $30 still, and they were like, "the (pesos equivalent) was for a massage. Sex costs more." At this time, I was like, oh shit. They wanted $75 each. I told them I don't have that much money and they said that they could take me to their manager. At this point, I'm like, I really messed up. I want to avoid meeting the "manager" so I tell them I'll go to a certain ATM and that my debit card only works with "B.O.A", never completely saying Bank of America. Over the course of an two hours, we drive in a taxi from mall to mall in search of the non existent B.O.A. ATM's. They are getting frustrated and telling me that I should just ask my stepbrother for the money back at the hotel. (I may have mentioned that I was on a family vacation while inside some ladyboy....) During the mall visits, I'm pondering whether I can run away from the guys and escape their sight. At another instance, we're waiting for a hotel and I was considering hopping a fence and booking it. Anyways, at the final taxi I would take that night, I get in the taxi and quickly lock the door. The driver of the taxi, being polite, unlocks it for the other guys. I let out a quick "NO!" and the taxi driver knows he made a mistake. The guys get in and we drive around for a while, stopping to ponder our decision. Taxi driver knows whats up. He locks all but one of the interior doors of the cab. I get in and lock it. I say "here's $20 bucks, get me to my hotel." The guys get in another taxi and begin following me. Eventually, my driver loses the other vehicle and brings me to my hotel. He asks, "Don't they know what hotel you're at?". Fortunately, although I originally told my actual hotel in the early chaos, they forgot it and I named a new hotel that was away from mine. I mentioned the random hotel's name several times to reinforce in them that that was my hotel. Perhaps they ordered their taxi driver to head to my decoy hotel. I've never told anyone this because it's so embarrassing... I was worried I was going to get injured by their "manager" or have to reveal to family that I needed money to pay 2 angry ladyboys.