The phone starts to ring

Maisie swallowed the dryness in her mouth as she set down the phone on the table. She was unable to move, paralyzed in fear at what she had seen. When she finally regained the strength to get up she didn't even remember to cover herself with the towel. A trembling hand grasped a bottle of water as she tried her best to swallow but even now that she was finally hydrated she still felt her heart hammering against her chest fiercly as dozens of question flew through her mind.

Who were these people? What would they do with these pictures and videos? Why were they doing this to her? Why her? Why take away her things? Especially her clothes. That seemed the most **** part of this. She remembered the video: "That was the last time you'll wear normal clothes?" What did the man mean? Is it money they are after? Somehow, Maisie doubted it. These people appeared to have money to spare.

She nearly dropped the bottle when the phone started to ring; the high-pitched tune screeching in the midnight air like a sonic spear that hit directly at Maisie's core. Her feet made their way back to the table where she left the device. Looking at the screen, her eyes met with two ominous words: "Unknown Caller". She had very little doubt that whoever was calling her would at least be associated with the people that had done all of these things to her.

She held the phone in her hands, debating what she should do with it. Should she answer it and see whatever demands her tomentors wanted? Or perhaps she should refuse to negotiate with them and try to find another way out of her predicament?