When Summer slowly regained consciousness, she found herself bound to a bed, her wrists and ankles stretched apart and tightly restrained.
Panic surged through her at once. She struggled, but the ropes didn't budge. Instead, the course rope cut her already wounded hand. A sharp pain shot through her arm, forcing a gasp from her lips.
"You are awake."
The voice made her stiffen. She turned her head and saw her kidnapper standing nearby, adjusting a camera, its lens fixed squarely on her.
"What are you doing?" she shouted, fear trembling in her voice.
He let out a cruel laugh. "Relax. I'm about to make you famous." He tapped the camera lightly. "Everything that happens here will be recorded. Once I'm done, the whole world will know your name. Don't worry, we'll enjoy this very much."
Summer shook her head violently, her face pale. "Don't touch me," she said hoarsely. "I'd rather die than let you do this."
