Torture Prison Part 1

Mark, along with his girlfriend Rachael, drive down a dark road called Abyss Road. They are having such a great time, completely unaware of the dangers that awaits them. As they venture further, Mark began to notice something is wrong with the truck. It starts to misfire and seems like it might stall. Despite his attempts to push down on the gas to keep the truck running, nothing worked.

Concerned, Rachael glances over at Mark and asks, “What’s wrong, Mark? Why did the truck stop?” 

Mark looks at Rachael and replies sarcastically, “I don’t know. If I knew, wouldn’t the truck still be running?” He then pulls the lever to pop the hood, and they both get out to inspect the front of the truck. Mark looks inside the engine compartment, searching for anything unusual but finds nothing. He scratches his head, pondering why the truck had stopped in the middle of nowhere.

“Let’s see here,” he said. “I’ve got plenty of gas, the oil is full, and the radiator fluid is topped off. So what on earth can be wrong?” Rachael simply shrugs her shoulders in response.

Mark walks back to the driver’s side of the truck, reaches in, and grabs his phone to try to call for help. "What the hell? I can’t even get a signal out here! Cheap service provider!" He shouts. Rachael moves to the passenger side, and, noticing she also had no signal, said, “Sweetheart, I have no signal either.” She tosses her phone back into the truck. 

“Let’s go up to that house over there and see if we can use the phone or get some help,” Mark suggests as he closes the truck door. They began walking toward the house when they notice a gate leading up to it, adorned with a sign that read, “Enter at your own risk,” and another that said, “No Trespassing.” 

Rachael looks at Mark and points at the signs before speaking. “You know, Mark, I’m not the smartest person in the world, but why are we heading to a house with signs that say ‘No Trespassing’ and ‘Enter at your own risk’?” 
Mark grabs her arm, looks her in the eye, and said, “Look, stop talking and just walk.” 

As they step across the squeaky floor inside the house toward the phone, the wind outside began to pick up.  Suddenly, the door slams shut, and the only sounds Mark and Rachael hear are the clicking of bolts and locks.

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