4K Version Missy sat panting in the unbearable heat, her skin sticky with sweat as the sun blazed down on the wooden cage. The back garden was eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional rustle of leaves. The cage's rough planks pressed against her bare skin, her wrists and ankles still bound by unforgiving metal handcuffs. She had tried everything—pulling at the cuffs until her wrists ached, kicking the door, pulled the lock —but nothing worked. The latch held firm, and the cage didn’t budge. Hours passed, the sun moving slowly across the sky, its heat relentless. Missy’s strength was fading, her throat dry, and her head pounding. She leaned back against the bars, her breaths shallow, eyes scanning the garden for any sign of help. But the fences were too high, the neighbours too far away to hear her faint cries.