Only three days have passed since their quarrel, but for a journalist-photographer, these days seemed like an eternity. Liza sat on the dusty concrete floor of some old basement, her hands chained to a brick wall just above her head with a short chain. In just a couple of days of being here, her jeans, boots and jacket were torn and stained with dust and blood. It was very cold and damp in the basement, but the kidnapper took her jacket from Lisa, apparently to make her suffer even more. In addition to other inconveniences, next to the journalist there were about a dozen cages with large red rats, and...