She makes her 'escape.'

Sneaking out, Jenni is very careful.

Down the hall.
Wait- is that a door?

She looks around.

It is clear!

She tries the door.

'Wait- I'm naked. No ID. Where even am I?!?'

Just then...

"Hold on, let me check on the wet bitch," she hears one of them say down the hall.

'No time now then!'

She opens the door and steps out...

She closes it slowly- too noisy!- and catches her breath, her eyes closed and head down.

"Going somewhere," the man asks.

Jenni looks up and sees him smiling, gun in one hand, digital recorder in the other.
'His message was pre-recorded. Sneaky asshole!'

"No more wet rope for you, missy. Let's go back inside, shall we?"