There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did. Then, a transfixed look came into her eyes. Her head was slightly tilted as she turned and stared impassively into the monochrome screen of an old television. Her large, dark eyes, with their placid look, were riveted on a young, attractive boy in the television screen as he glanced around bewildered. A long iron chain clasped around his ankle, binding him to a rather decrepit-looking bed. The room was bare, with the exception of a video camera which was connected to the girl’s television. He shook the iron chain desperately. A clinking sound echoed through the room. He noticed the camera and drew instinctively backwards, moving away as far as he could from it as though afraid it would hurt him. His breathing grew heavier as fear and panic gripped his mind.