法蒂玛被绑在椅子上，双腿被固定住，阿尔巴也帮她绑好了脚踝。阿尔巴撕掉口胶。“就一个问题：你跟你的队友们警告过明天的行动吗？”

“我想没有。别动。”阿尔巴迅速回来，紧紧地绑住法蒂玛，并勒紧她沾满灰尘、扭来扭去的大脚趾。“现在打电话……手机在车里。这能固定住你。”她把法蒂玛扔在一边，继续挣扎。

法蒂玛挣脱了束缚，疯狂地跳了起来，这时阿尔巴拿着工具走了进来。“你这家伙真凶。联系不上我们的消息来源……所以我们来玩吧。”也许你会说话。”看到风车，法蒂玛瞪大了眼睛。阿尔巴把她绑在椅子上，绑住她的大脚趾，然后把绳子穿到座位下面，把她的脚往后拉，直到脚趾悬在地板上方。她用工具刮过法蒂玛脏兮兮的脚底。风车咬着法蒂玛，她不禁打了个寒颤。“想聊天吗？不想？我再试试打电话。没消息意味着更……好玩。”阿尔巴把她扔了，她被绑住了，孤身一人。

法蒂玛逃跑了，冲向电话。阿尔巴在最后一秒拦住了她。“你从来没警告过你的团队。现在你走开，别挡我们的路了。”她把法蒂玛拖向卧室。

法蒂玛站在床边，手脚被绑，阿尔巴抽打着她的臀部。被推到床上，脚踝被绑住，法蒂玛吐了口唾沫：“我去抓你。”
“我们今晚要把所有东西都搬走。”你得待在原地。”
“我可不敢打赌。”
阿尔巴用胶带勒住她，让她跪下。她扯下法蒂玛的上衣，重新绑住她的胸部。“等他们找到你的时候，这样更漂亮。”法蒂玛翻了个白眼。阿尔巴把她推平，狠狠地把她捆绑起来，重新绑住她沾满灰尘、弯曲的脚趾。“还不够吗？”她抓起胶带，从胳膊缠到肚子。法蒂玛蜷起脚趾。“哦，我们记得那些脚。”阿尔巴用胶带缠住她的脚底，走了出去，然后拿着一只袜子回来。“需要时间……和安静。”
阿尔巴撕开塞口物，把袜子塞进法蒂玛的嘴里，粗暴地重新绑上，法蒂玛咕哝了一声。法蒂玛的脚趾无力地张开。阿尔巴用绳子从绑住的脚趾一直缠到头发，猛地拉紧。“这能把你绑住，直到他们来。”做个好梦。”她让法蒂玛动弹不得……但是，阿尔巴不知道的是，这一切还没有结束……（Fatima sits tied on the chair, legs secured as Alba finishes binding her ankles. Alba tears off the gag tape. "Just one question: Did you warn your team about tomorrow’s bust?



"Guess not. Stay put." Alba returns swiftly, hogtying Fatima tightly and cinching her dusty, wriggling big toes together. "Now for that call.... Phone’s in the car. This’ll hold you." She leaves Fatima struggling.


Fatima breaks free, hopping frantically as Alba reenters with tools. "Feisty thing. Couldn’t reach our source… so let’s play. Maybe you’ll talk." Spotting the pinwheel, Fatima’s eyes widen. Alba straps her back to the chair, ties her big toes, then threads rope under the seat, yanking her feet backward until toes hover above the floor. She scrapes tools over Fatima’s dirty soles. Fatima shudders as the pinwheel bites. "Feel chatty? No? I’ll try calling again. No news means more… fun." Alba abandons her, bound and alone.


Fatima escapes, lunging for the phone. Alba intercepts at the last second. "You never warned your team. Now you’re out of our way." She drags Fatima toward the bedroom.


Fatima stands bedside, hands and legs bound as Alba lashes her hips. Pushed onto the bed, ankles tied, Fatima spits: "I’ll get you."
"We’re moving everything tonight. You’re staying put."
"Don’t bet on it."
Alba muffles her with tapes her to kneel. She rips Fatima’s top down, re-ropes her breasts. "Prettier for when they find you." Fatima rolls her eyes. Alba shoves her flat, hogtying her viciously and re-securing her dusty, flexing toes. "Still not enough?" She grabs duct tape, winds it from arms to stomach. Fatima curls her toes. "Oh, we remember those feet." Alba tapes her soles, exits, then returns with a sock. "Need time… and silence."
Fatima grunts as Alba tears off the gag, rams the sock into her mouth, and re-tapes it brutally. Fatima’s toes splay helplessly. Alba threads string from bound toes to hair, yanking taut. "This’ll hold you ‘til they arrive. Sweet dreams." She leaves Fatima immobilized... But, what Alba doesn't know, is that it's not over yet... (