I sit on a wooden chair opposite Anna staring at her bound hands and gagged mouth in excitement, eager for her to wake up but didn't want to disturb her sleep.

As though sensing my preying eyes on her body, she stirs, trying to stretch her arms she pulls, only to be pulled back by the tight rope binding her hands behind her to the chair she's sitting on.

Her eyes fly open in wild panic, she tries to scream but muffled sounds comes out from her throat because of her cover ...