The girl's eyes shot wide as Joe stuffed the undies in her mouth; she obviously had never had that particular experience before. She tried to spit them out, but the duct tape soon ended that. She twitched on the bed as she struggled against her bonds, face quickly growing red as she tried to scream, which produced very little besides some muffled, throaty sounds.<br/><br/>As Joe went about the room, the girl exhausted herself and settled down, breathing rapidly through her nose. Joe quickly realized his error; this wasn't the girl's room, but a master bedroom, most likely her parents. The art on the wall and the delicate lamp on the dresser just wasn't the kind of stuff a teenager would have. Of course, then there was the jewelry box in the top dresser drawer. The box was small, but held a treasure of fine necklaces and bracelets, more than a few bearing precious stones. The owners of this collection weren't rich, but they also weren't afraid to spend money on ice. Joe figured he could unload the goods for at least five thousand dollars, ten if he was lucky.<br/><br/>As Joe calculates the jewelry in his head, the house phone starts to ring, a handset on an end-table next to the bed. The girl turns her head toward it, like she's hoping she might be able to answer the phone with her mind.