The captive agents' nude journey through the house they'd entered to investigate brought them in front of a large wooden door where Diana Grace and Hazel Moore sat tied hand and foot on the floor, their voices muffled by black tape-gags; also tape-gagged, Summer Kline sat with her back against the door, her wrists hitched overhead to a metal bar. When vigorous struggling once again proved futile, Hazel and Summer began to edge along the floor toward the house's rear area but hadn't moved far before being placed back against the door, legs folded by waist-ankle links and once again tied together. The threesome was closer than before because Summer's wrists had been freed from the bar but then secured to her ankles so that she sat next to the more experienced agents, arms attached under her legs.
