Mouth fully packed with wrap holding it in, Gina is seated in the kitchen on a stool. She struggles to test her duct tape bindings. She thrashes and scoots the stool into the living room and scoots over to the sofa. She slides off the sofa and onto the floor. She squirms and scoots into the dining room. She can see her phone on the glass dining table but after some effort, she realizes she cannot reach it. Shee scoots back and makes her way to the kitchen. Frustrated and gag talking, she begins opening cupboards hoping to find something sharp to cut herself free from the tape. Nothing is in reach. She scoots into the entry way and makes her way out into the garage. She begins opening the cabinets in the wash room with her bound feet. Surely she will find something in the garage to gain her freedom.