I am breaking into a prolific crime lord's home. I am a reporter that's had a tip that they keep all their data on a USB stick hidden in this home. To protect my identity I am wearing a black mask. I creep through the house looking as I go for the stick. When I get to the study I finally find what I'm looking for and quickly make my escape. Unfortunately for me I am not allowed in the house. My hands go up and I say I was just about to leave. They aren't convinced and the screen fades. I'm now shown with my ankles and wrists tied behind my back and a stretch of rope attached to them together. I start to lie by insisting that this is all a misunderstanding. My friends put me up to coming in here, I have no idea who actually lives here.  They are not convinced. They take off my shoes and socks before stuffing my mouth and cleave, gagging me with a piece of white cloth. I struggle and mumble, desperate to get free. Suddenly they start to tickle my now exposed bare feet with their hands. I desperately try to wiggle free and get away from this torment. I still persist that my friends dared me to come in. Next they put on a pair of black gloves with spikes on the palms. They then proceeded to continue my torment with these followed by a hair brush. Lastly they pull out an electric toothbrush and show me it before they use it on my feet. This one is the worst! I struggle and shout through my gag pleading for them to remove my gag. I confess everything, I did come here to still the stick but I plead to be let go I won't tell anyone. They quickly re-stuff my mouth and gag me again. Then continue to use the toothbrush to tickle my tender feet. Now I am shown on my back on a bed with the ankles tied together and my wrists tied together under my knees, pulling my feet in the air. I wiggle and try to stretch my feet but my toes have also been tied together. It's not long until I am cleave gagged yet again with the same white cloth. I have been put in this room whilst my cap-tor thinks of what to do with me now. I struggle on the bed, rolling around and trying to break free. I need to get out of here. I've heard about what this crime lord is capable of, whatever they have planned for me it will not be good. After a long while I have been placed in a cage. My wrists and ankles are attached to the top to keep me in the same uncomfortable position. I've been told I will be sent somewhere where I will no longer be in the way.  To keep me quiet during my journey a big white ballgag is stuffed into my mouth. There are still things to prepare before I am shipped off so you just leaves me to struggle away, knowing it will just mean I will be more quiet during the journey. When they come back they close the crate and prepare to take me away.