Five minutes turns out to be not much time.<br/><br/>As soon as the thick door swings shut, Audrey springs into action. Rushing to the door, she looks to the console beside it. Retinal scanner. Fingerprint pad. It would take an expert with all the right equipment to get past it, not to mention a bit of time and study. Audrey has none of those luxuries at the moment, and simply looks for anything to identify the make and model of the system. It isn't much--likely useless information--but it was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Moving on, Audrey steps back and examines the door--the only way in or out of this luxurious prison--it is reinforced, and mechanical. There are no locks to pick, and no weaknesses to exploit. Carefully, she runs her fingers along the door's jambs, looking for hinges, nuts, bolts, anything she might be able to work with. There is nothing. The only way she will escape out of this room is to find a way to trick him.<br/><br/>Even that seems an impossible task as the man has already managed to rob of absolutely everything: her tools, her shoes, even her voice. She has no power now. No control, and even less time. Every moment she wastes comes with the knowledge that her captor might breeze in again, and catch her all over again. Audrey wasn't about to let that man take anything else from her--not her pride, and not certainly her self-respect.<br/><br/>Audrey is becoming frantic; she knows time is show but still she searches for any weakness to exploit. A window, a computer, perhaps even some air duct. The computer system she does find,--complete with three monitors and a powerful-looking processor with its own separate server locked behind a thick metal panel--is completely locked down, and there is not enough time to attempt a hack. Anything she tries will likely alert him. Damn!<br/><br/>The room is well reinforced, and likely sound proofed. A security room? No. Panic room. Tears prick at the girl's eyes as she realizes she has absolutely no way out. There is no way Audrey is getting out of here on her own. She either needs to trick her captor, or try and fight him. That was about it.<br/><br/>Time is growing short, however. Audrey tries to sigh, but sputters and chokes on her own saliva. Moaning, she coughs and sways on her feet. Fighting against the rising panic against the stuffing that blocks part of her airway, she slowly takes in as much air as she can through her nose. The gag is becoming a debilitating source of misery. Her socks are soaked and beginning to feel soggy and heavy. She can hardly move her tongue, pinned by the wad of thick moisture-wicking cotton. The tape is sticky and every time she tries to move her jaw, or cheeks it tugs irritatingly at her skin. Without even thinking she starts to pull off the adhesive only to stop when she remembers his warning:<i>the gag stays on until I decide that it can be removed.</i><br/><br/>Slowly, she drops her hands to her side, and as she looks at the clock on the wall too much time has passed. Either she does as she is instructed, or she takes her chances by doing nothing. If she removes the gag, and keeps her clothes then she will be forced into confrontation the moment Thackery returns; he will be on the offensive as he was before. If she changes into that... thing... then might gain the element of suprise. Maybe.<br/><br/>Time is running out, and quickly Audrey slips out of her clothes, letting them rest where they fall, in fact, as she removes her tank top she throws it across the room with an irritated growl. She hates that its come to this--dress and pretend to be a slut just to escape. Audrey is better than this; stronger. Or at least she thoughts she was. Argh! She feels just about ready to kill that man on the other side of that door with her bare hands. She hates him for putting her in this position.<b>Hates him</b>.<br/><br/>There are only seconds to spare as she pulls the thong up between her legs and then smooths down the hem of the lacy lingerie. In any other situation, it might have been quite the intriguing outfit; sexy and showing off her curves in all the right ways. The fabric itself is a small, but oddly delightful torture. The lace scratches and tickles lightly against her skin, and her nipples grow taut as her full, loose breasts strain against the fabric. Or, at least it could have been. Instead, Audrey feels exposed. Naked.<br/><br/>Anxious.<br/><br/>But as she stands there, waiting, she steels her resolve. This is her one, and likely last chance to get out of this, and she needs to be smart. For now, she has to let him think she's doing as she's told, and as soon as he's close enough... she'll strike. It will all boil down to the element of surprise.<br/><br/>In her mind, she is smirking as she spies all that rope still on the bed. Thackery isn't the only thief who knew how to tie a knot. All she needs is one good swing, and a bit of luck. This is her one and only shot. If she doesn't get out now, Audrey is certain she will not have another chance at escape.