Jennifer tries to cover up her actions

'Oh shit. He can't see the phone.'

The fit young lady quickly tries to move into position.
She gets the phone under her legs and sits up to face the opening door.

The robber looks at her and she plays innocent...

"What have you been up to?"
Jennifer looks at him nervously, figuring that acting too 'cool' would be a tell.

It's not hard to be nervous around the guy who has stripped you naked, tied you up and carried you around the house.

"How do your ropes look," he says, getting closer.
Truthfully, she didn't make any headway, so she's safe.

She presents her bound hands to him so he won't get closer.

"I'll be back," he says, looking at her seriously for a moment before leaving.

Once he's gone, she scoots into position and gets the phone in her hand.

'9...1...1..."
She dials it.

No sound.
She looks at the phone- it's dead.

'Shit.'

Upset, she tosses the phone at the pillows and makes a Plan B.

She spots a closet and figures that she can hide in there.

Realizing that hopping would be too noisy, she gets on the ground and tries to scoot.

Too late does she hear the floorboards again and the man opens up the door...

"Trying to get away?
We can't have that."
She moans in protest through the gag, but he's having none of it.

He moves in and grabs her under the arms.
He lifts her up with relative ease, turns her and dumps her back onto the edge of the bed.

"Don't you dare move. Got it."
Jennifer nods.

He leaves for a moment and soon returns.

He's ready to make things worse for her!