GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!!

7:00 AM. Ann checked the time on the nightstand next to the bed. She had been woken up by the alarm.

Sighing, Ann stood up from the bed and removed her clothes before stepping into the bathroom shower and turning on the water. After showering, she abruptly turned off the water.

She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her chest before stepping out of the bathroom. Just as she emerged, she began hearing footsteps approaching her door, but it suddenly stopped when another voice followed.

"Sir, we're being traced," the masculine voice said, and Ann hurried to the door. She pressed the side of her face against it to hear more clearly. "I think the police are after us," he added as Ann listened intently through the door.

"And why are they after us?" Alex's voice was questioned. He was about to enter Ann's room when his henchmen alerted him.

"They know we have the woman."

"How did the police find out we kidnapped a woman?" Alex asked angrily.

"Sir, last night we captured her; a man was the