I'm dragged to the bedroom, elbows and wrists still cuffed, with the bag over my head. I'm thrown on the bed and groped, bag removed, groped some more, then bag over the head again. When the bag is removed, my hair is completely drenched in spit and sweat which has also soaked my face and neck. Sweaty, hot, exhausted, and out of breath. Martin slips the bag over my head and ropes my neck to keep it air tight and announces that he's going to be leaving me behind for a little bit but will keep an eye on me through the surveillance cameras. When he leaves, I struggle for my phone but I'm so worn ... Show more