Her heart sank at Ruxandra's threat.  Having tried the doors, she knew all too well it would have been pointless to try and jiggle the locks of the doors.  If her conscience had been acting for her as the voice of reason, Jennifer would have more than willingly climbed upon the table in the hopes of gaining some mercy.  But Jennifer wasn't acting reasonable.  That much was clear with the fear and fright in her eyes.  She had gone this far, so far, in trying to escape, she wasn't going to give up that easily.  As the minute slowly ticked away, Jennifer tried the only thing she could do in that horrible situation.  Fearfully she tried opening nearby cabinets and drawers, looking for something, anything to defend herself with from this deranged psychopath.