Still naked, Freya sat trussed-up on the floor of a nearly empty room after her latest failed effort to exit the house. Sharing the room with Freya was a large mirror positioned in the corner at a right angle to the one where she'd been confined. It confronted her with an image that was difficult to ignore: Her slender nude body oppressed by rope and her mouth hidden under a gag wrapped around under her hair. When Freya began edging along the floor toward the door, her legs were folded by a waist-ankle link and duct-tape added another layer to her gag.