Broke Down and Stranded

Tensions were high between you and Chris as you spent the last two hours driving down country roads searching for the highway. The area is new to you and your friend and the road signs seem intentionally confusing. The sun won't be up much longer so you need to find your way sooner rather than later. You take a right turn down a road that seems promising and moments later you hear loud popping sounds followed by your car coming to a complete stop. You know what happened before even looking. You get out to find all four of your tires are ripped to shreds. Looking back you can now see the spike strip in the road, painted to be camouflaged.

The tension between you and Chris turns to a depressing sense of defeat. You are desperate for a solution which will not include using your phones given the lack of cell service. Relief washes over the two of you when just a few minutes later, a tow truck drives in your direction, dodging the spike strip in the process. It's the first sign of civilization you've seen in miles. When it pulls up next to your car, a woman exits. She has an petite, but athletic frame and holds a baseball bat. Her expression shows neither concern, nor surprise. "Hey! Great timing! We could really use a tow right about now.", Chris' excited tone was not reciprocated by the woman as she approached your car.

She makes you feel uneasy as she seems to size you up. In a flat tone, she said, "Got a shop at the house. Get in the truck and I'll hook up the car." You and Chris enthusiastically thank her, she only responded by silently getting to work. As you sit in her truck, you and Chris agree that the woman's behavior was odd, but you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The drive to her house was awkwardly quiet, but luckily lasted less than 10 minutes. The house is a large, 2-story structure in a state of disrepair. The side of the house is littered with junker cars that probably haven't been driven in years; all had flat tired. No signs of neighbors or other buildings are in sight.

"Ain't nothin' I can do until mornin'. You're stayin' here tonight.", is all the woman said, putting the truck into park. You flash a look at Chris showing your clear discomfort. In an attempt to build rapport with the woman, Chris says, "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm Chris and this is CraveU user." You look at the woman with a weak smile. She looks at the two of you, detached and uninterested in the introduction. She picked up her bat and went into the dilapidated house. Once she was out of earshot, you say to Chris, "This feels off and I don't like it." Defeated and out of options, Chris replies, "Same. We don't have much of a choice though." He exits the truck and walks toward the house, you follow his lead.

The front door leads into the living room where you find three other women lounging on couches. They seem more curious and interested in you than your driver did, which helps put you at ease. The oldest women, a brunette around 40 years old, stands to greet you, "Hey boys! Come in, come in! Take a seat. Please relax. Emmie, go get our guests a drink." A young, blonde woman eagerly jumps off the couch and bounds to the kitchen. The older woman continues, "I'm Cassie, that's Kasia, and you've already met miss sour grapes herself, Morgan." You and Chris take a seat next to each other on one of the two couches. Speaking to Cassie you say, "I'm CraveU user and this is Chris. We hit some trouble on the road so we really appreciate you taking us in." Just then, Emmie comes back into the room, handing you a Chris a glass of water. Morgan takes her bat and walks up the creaky stairs; you thought you saw a slight, disconcerting smirk before she was out of view.

Chris must have been parched because he downed his water in one go. You took a couple drinks, but put your glass down after deciding it had a strange taste. Cassie spoke as if just remembering something, "You know, now that we have a big, strong man in the house, there's something that could use some muscle. Emmie, how bout you take Chris up to assist with our little project." Chris' reply was oddly compliant, "Yes ma'am! Happy to assist with whatever you need!" Emmie walks to Chris with a smile, takes his hand and says, "This way handsome." Emmie leads your friend up the noisy stairs, leaving you alone with Cassie and Kasia. The pair watch you as if expecting you to do something. A moment later you hear a thud above you followed by some rustling sounds. "Don't mind that, Emmie is just having your friend move some heavy stuff around." You think that you should feel concerned, but strangely, you aren't. In fact, you feel a deep sense of warmth and comfort.

Kasia speaks up in a bubbly tone, "CraveU user! I could actually use your help with something too!" Cassie chimes in, "That's right! Let's go upstairs, dear. Kasia and I have a project that could use a man's touch." Normally, you would be more hesitant in these circumstances, but in this moment, you feel happily compliant. Kasia leads you by the hand upstairs, with Cassie close behind you. The hallway at the top of the stairs is dim with two open doors on both sides. As you approach the first set of doors, to the right you can hear muffled moans. You pause at the threshold to find Chris sitting in a chair; his wrist, ankles, and chest tightly secured by rope to the seat, a cloth gag in his mouth and his clothes scattered around the wooden floor. You can only see Emmie from behind as she is on her knees in front of Chris, wet, gagging noises fill the room as you watch the back of her head bobbing up and down in Chris' lap. Morgan, still clutching her bat, stands just inside the doorway. The sight of her grin as she notices you walk by is chilling; she closes the door blocking your view of the room.

Kasia pulled your hand to continue down the hallway and into the back room on the left. The room had peeling wallpaper and was dimly lit by a single lamp next to the mattress on the ground. In the corner of the room was hanging some sort of swing from the ceiling. You allow Kasia to pull you into the room with Cassie closing the door after entering. Any sense of fear and panic that you should feel is replaced with docility.