[b]Jennifer[/b]

The dull ache was what woke her up. Jennifer was careful when she rubbed her jaw with her hand, and it was then she learned the area was tender to the touch. She was annoyed at the fact that her hands were still handcuffed together, but at least they were restrained in front of her rather than behind her back. Still groggy, she looked around the room to determine where she was, although it definitely wasn't the hotel room where she had confronted the twins before losing that fight. She took a few guesses as to where she may be, and the possibility that those pricks were holding her hostage couldn't be ruled out. 

With a sigh, Jennifer kicked off the covers and dragged herself out of bed. She searched around the room for anything that may help her protect herself and increase her chances of survival. Frustrated after a couple of minutes of searching and coming up empty-handed, she made her way to the door and started to pound on it loudly enough to get someone's attention.

"Hey, let me out of here!" 

She pounded on the door again and positioned herself about a foot away from it. Her plan was to swing her clasped hands at whoever walked inside the room and hope that the hit would stun them long enough for her to run out and make her escape. The plan wasn't perfect, but she had to at least try.