<br/>I squirm in the ropes, flexing my muscles, testing my bonds. I watch the three nervously, trying to formulate an answer - what DO I think they will do with me? Lock me away in a room I hope -escaping a room is nothing new to me. They might torture me... or rape. The image of the bound slaves, the cows, the mental patient bubble into my mind, bringing a shudder - could they be planning something like that for me?<br/><br/>"Please" I say, meeting the man's eyes with a practiced mix of plea, frank admiration and a confidence I'm a long way from feeling. "I could help you - I'm a talented girl. I - I can get things for you. I can burgle. I can kill. I have contacts across Europe." I swallow, my eyes scanning the other two warily. "I can give you anything you want." I add, arching my back as much as I can, accenting my body. "There's no point doing anything to me. I'm a useful resource."