Emma pulled into the parking lot and parked her car. Stepping out, she looked up at the sign that proclaimed “Lock and Key Escape Rooms” and grinned. The 22 year old university student was a bright mind and had been on a spree of escape rooms recently with her friends Brianne, Amy and Claire. Amy had found this escape room online, it was fairly new but had good reviews and a couple of the rooms were noted for “increased intensity.” The one that she had picked apparently involved the players being handcuffed, but the girls were all excited for the new experience.

The Chinese girl was dressed in a thin windbreaker over an orange tank top, green jogger pants and black Doc Martens. She was the last to arrive, as the other three girls waved her over from a table in the corner of the lobby. Brianne was dressed in a large hoodie, leggings and long over the knee suede boots. The brunette had her long hair in a ponytail and round glasses perched on her nose. Amy had her legs stretched out along the bench behind the table, clad in knee length black leather boots and jeans. A cropped long sleeve top completed her ensemble, revealing the flower tattoo on her lower back and her Asian features were completely free of makeup. Emma had always been jealous that her friend could look so good with a clean face and pull off the blonde hair Asian look so well. Claire’s naturally blonde hair fell down her back over a simple t-shirt, jeans and Timberland boots. The tallest of the group, she could make the simplest of outfits look like they could be worn on a catwalk. “Find the place ok?” She asked as Emma plopped down.

“I drove past it twice.” Emma groaned. “It’s buried back here. Did you already pay?”

“Yeah, there’s no check-in discount here though. Weird.” Amy told her.

Emma was surprised. Most places gave a discount if you checked in, usually a form of advertising but she shrugged it off. “Ok I’ll be back.”

She walked up to the counter where a guy maybe a few years older than her sat. “Hi, paying for the secret room?”

He looked up and for a moment he seemed to be sizing her up. It made her uncomfortable, and just as she was about to turn away he shifted his gaze to the computer in front of him and typed a few things in. “$27.46 please.” He said. “Did you want to pay credit or cash? Cash has a 10% discount.”

“Credit please.”

He seemed completely normal now so Emma shook it off, thinking it was her brain overreacting to his actions as she tapped her credit card. “Thanks.” The guy said before he printed her receipt and handed it to her. “We’ll call your group to get ready in a few minutes.”

She walked back over to her friends, who were still chatting away. “Was the desk guy a little creepy to any of you?” She asked them in a quiet voice as she sat down.

“He seemed like he was looking right through me, which was kind of weird but maybe it’s just how he is.” Claire agreed.

“Maybe you were too pretty for him. Instead of your face he has to look at the other assets.” Amy snickered before Claire jabbed her.

A group of guys around their age emerged from the hallway, making a fair bit of noise. Amy glanced up from her phone and rolled her eyes before continuing to text as the other three girls continued talking. “Dam that was sick! Hey Alex, how’d you find the first ke-”

The guy talking was interrupted by a cough from the person manning the front desk. The boy immediately went red and apologized, casting a glance towards their group before he closed his mouth and silently finished retrieving his belongings from the locker. Once they left, the guy called over to them. “Give us a few minutes to reset everything, but you can come put your things away and do the orientation video.”

He walked over to the set of lockers beside the front desk and opened one of them, then handed the key to Brianne. “Jackets, cell phones, wallets, everything goes in here ladies.”

This was standard practice and the girls were used to it by now. Stripping her jacket off, Emma tossed it into the locker, followed by her purse. The rest of the girls followed, stuffing their belongings in and closing it. Brianne, the responsible one, took the key and slipped it around her wrist. They crowded around the screen beside the desk as the desk guy started up the video.

The orientation video was pretty standard, up until the part where it began to detail that some of the players may be restrained in some way for a portion of the game. The girls all glanced at each other, but they knew that was going to happen before they arrived. Emma could feel herself getting a little excited at the idea but pushed the feelings down. When it was done, a girl was standing to the side beckoning the girls over to her. She held a basket containing sleep masks to blindfold them, standard practice for leading people into escape rooms. “Welcome again to Lock and Key. Here are your blindfolds, please stand on the orange line here, put them on and put your hands on the friend in front of you.”

Emma fumbled a bit with the elastic strap before she slid it over her eyes. It was a bit tighter than what she was used to and actually blinded her pretty well. She reached up and put her hands on Brianne’s shoulders, jokingly squeezing a bit as a massage. Brianne then started walking and Emma followed as they walked down the hall towards the room. They turned twice and walked for a considerable amount of time before they were stopped. “Ok, I need two volunteers to come with me since you will start this game split up.”

Emma raised her hand, as did Claire. “The two of you with raised hands, take a step to the right and wait there.”

The girls did so and waited as the employee opened a door and led Amy and Brianne through. After a couple minutes, the employee returned and led the other two girls further down the hall and around a corner. “Ok you.” The girl tapped Claire. “Turn right and follow me through this door.”

Another couple minutes passed before Emma heard the girl come back and lead her through a door. She heard the door close behind her and reached up to remove the blindfold but she was interrupted by the girl. “Keep the blindfold on.” The statement was sharp and a bit commanding, causing Emma to freeze and slowly lower her hands.

A jingling sound was heard behind her and Emma started to turn, but hands on her shoulders turned her back forward. “Now, you will start this game handcuffed, so can you please put your wrists behind you.”

“Behind?” Emma said surprised before she could catch herself.

“Yes behind.”

Emma felt a little nervous but complied and felt the metal cuffs tighten around her slim wrists, locking her wrists behind her. It wasn’t painful, but she definitely wasn’t getting out of these without help. “You’ll understand why later.” She was told. Blindfolded as she was, Emma could not see the glint in the girl’s eye.

The door opened and closed again, leaving her alone. Emma shuffled for a bit before the introduction began over the speaker. “You and your friends had their car break down late at night. Unable to find a cell phone signal, you make your way through the dark to find an old house with a couple home. Greeted warmly, they take you in for the night but the drinks they serve have a more sinister purpose and soon you all find yourselves asleep. You wake up in separate rooms, handcuffed, prisoners, and now you have to escape before the couple comes back to do some more sinister things to you…”

The voice trailed off and a countdown began from ten. The story sent shivers up Emma’s spine but it was just a story. She bounced a little on her toes and could also feel herself a little turned on by the handcuffs and her helplessness being blinded and bound, but now she had to focus on finishing the escape room. Unknown to her, down the corridor in the control room of the special escape room the woman that had just led each of them into the room  grinned as she looked at the camera feeds. On the monitor in front of her were four prime specimens and she spoke into her earpiece. “They’re starting now. You’re free to grab them.”

Back in her own room, Claire turned in a circle as the countdown finished over the PA system, taking in the wall to her right, door made of bars in front of her and the desk with a myriad of buttons on her left. The moment it hit zero, she immediately headed straight to the control panel and stared at the various messages plastered on the wall. Each one was a riddle, but also giving some form of hints. She appreciated the style, it seemed as though according to the story she had managed to escape her original room to find herself in a type of control room for the rest of the house but the correct sequences were all hidden in the riddles. She began to read each one methodically and was so focused on reading that she didn’t hear Amy’s voice coming out of a speaker on the console until the third time her name was called. “Claire! Can you hear me?”

Claire jumped in surprise, finally noticing the microphone and speaker built into the console. “Amy?”

The microphone had a red light beside it so Claire assumed that meant it was on. “Yeah, what are you looking at right now?”

Claire looked down at the console. “I’ve got a bunch of coloured buttons here in front of me and some riddles on the wall that I’m trying to solve.”

“Ok, I think we have to figure this part out separately but the door has a lock and it might be on your end to help us get out.”

The first message was easy enough to solve and she looked down again at the buttons. There were 7, one for each colour of the rainbow and hit blue, green, and orange. A grinding sound was then heard. “Amy? Is noise from your room?”

Amy had been trying to fiddle with a number lock on a cupboard with her hands cuffed in front of her before Claire’s voice jerked her out of her train of thought. “Uhhh, no.” She responded. “Maybe it’s Emma? We can’t hear anything from her.”

Claire shrugged before moving to the next riddle, wondering where Emma had been led to in this room.

- - -

Blindfolded as she was, Emma was completely unaware that she had been led into a soundproofed cell. She maneuvered around the room, feeling the cage bars on all three sides before trying to rub the blindfold off against the bars. After failing to dislodge the blindfold, Emma sighed and used her hands to try and feel around for the lock on the door that would eventually let her out. She could hear Claire and Amy talking over a speaker somewhere above her and tried calling out. “Amy? Claire?!”

There was no indication in their conversation that they had heard her and she huffed. Claire said she was going to try hitting a couple of buttons and there was a grinding sound around her.

Emma whirled towards the noise before she stumbled as the ground beneath her shifted. The floor then began to slowly descend like she was on an elevator. She froze in place, part of her concerned but the other part rather excited. Most of the escape rooms they had done before weren’t this intricate or multi-leveled. After a few seconds, the platform came to a halt. “Girls?” She called, cautiously feeling around with her boot if she could step off. “Anyone a-uhhhhff!”

Just as she had been cautiously stepping forward, she was grabbed from behind and a hand clamped tightly over her mouth. “MMMMPH!” She cried as she tried to throw her body weight around, but she was heavily disadvantaged being blinded and her hands cuffed behind her. Despite her athleticism, her attacker easily pinned her against his chest with one arm. She was pulled backwards before the hand covering her mouth lifted. Emma opened her mouth to scream but instead it was immediately filled with a rubber ball. She tried to expel the unwanted intruder with her tongue but leather straps were pulled behind her head over her hair and buckled tightly. The straps pulled back the corners of her lips and forced the ball deeper into her mouth. Emma immediately hated the rubber taste as she began to drool around the ball.

There was a slight pause before her legs were grabbed and she suddenly realized there was a second person assisting with her bondage. She heard clicking sounds, oddly similar to the sound her handcuffs had made and then she felt the metal of a pair of cuffs tighten around her ankles. They’d been ratcheted around the top of her boots, tight enough that she could feel the bite of the metal through the thick leather. Once her legs were released, she attempted to kick and realized quickly that the chain between her ankle cuffs was extremely short, possibly the same length as her handcuffs. She would barely be able to take a step in any direction, not that she could in the grasp of this brute.

One final strap was wrapped around her eyes, further securing her blindfold and ensuring it would not be coming off. Now secure, her unseen attacker spun her around and lifted his captive over his shoulder. Emma felt very disoriented as her head was now hanging upside down, but she could very clearly feel his hand feeling up her butt. Her muffled cursing and struggling only earned her a slap on each buttcheek and then Emma quieted down. She lost all sense of direction for the next few minutes until she was set down, where she swayed slightly as she tried to regain her balance with her ankles chained. “This group will be a fun catch.” A woman’s voice said, sending a chill down Emma’s spine as she realized they were after them.

Something was clipped to her handcuffs and a crank could be heard somewhere behind her. Suddenly, there was a pressure that pulled her wrists up behind her. The cranking continued, forcing her to bend forward to prevent her shoulders from being dislocated as her arms were raised higher and higher into a strappado. When her arms were about 90 degrees, the cranking stopped and her shoulders screamed at her as she tried to adjust her body for balance. “Sorry sweetie, this isn’t a part of the game.” The woman said from right in front of her.

A hand caressed her cheek, causing her to flinch. “Now don’t go anywhere, your friends will be joining you shortly.”

Laughter could be heard as footsteps faded away, leaving Emma in darkness and her body screaming at her for relief. Her blindfold was soon wet with tears as Emma sobbed miserably. Between her aching jaw, her sore shoulders and her struggle to stay balanced with her ankles pinned together, she could only pray that this was all some cruel joke even though deep inside, she knew it wasn’t.

- - -

Back in the control room, Claire continued to hit buttons on the console. She had figured out the riddle for two sets of buttons and had opened a door elsewhere in the room that allowed Amy and Brianne to move to a new area. Currently, there was a set of paintings on the wall that were being relayed back to her to try and open the next door. Muttering to herself, she punched in a button sequence and waited. “Nope you opened the door that we already came through.” Amy’s voice sounded very warped coming from the speaker. “Ok give us a minute here.”

Claire waited. She really hoped that she would get out of this tiny room soon and join up with the others. For her the rooms were far less fun when she was isolated off like this and had volunteered thinking that they were split two and two instead of two, one, one. “Ok try green red yellow green.” Amy instructed.

Claire hit the button sequence called out to her and waited. “Anything?” She asked.

Then she noticed the red light on the microphone had gone out. “Oh crap did I turn it off?” She muttered to herself.

She tried to remember the sequence of buttons that she had pressed. Completely focused on the control board, Claire didn’t notice the wall slide open behind her or the man creeping up behind her until his hand clamped down over her mouth. She screamed as another arm snaked around her arms and waist, yanking her off her feet but with her mouth muffled by his palm she could barely make a sound. Continuing to kick and scream, she was hauled backwards into the corridor he had come from and the wall slid shut, leaving no sign that Claire had ever been in the room. “Claire? You still there? Can you open up the wall that you hit last?” Amy’s voice came from the speaker on the control board. “Claire? Oh there we go.”

The lock on the door in front of them clicked open, but they had no idea that their movements were now being controlled by the back room instead of Claire. In the corridor, a second man was waiting. In a smooth, coordinated motion, the man holding her lifted his hand from her mouth and the second stuffed a ballgag into her mouth before she could even breath in air to scream. She choked as the ball was shoved behind her teeth and straps were swiftly tightened around her cheeks, filling her mouth with the taste of rubber and jacking her jaw wide open. Her jaw began to ache and she was only vaguely aware of her body being spun around to face her original abductor.

In the dark, she could barely see the two men but she could tell that they were much larger than she was. With the size advantage over the slim girl, they easily pulled her hands behind her back and lashed them together. She tried to kick out with her thick boots, but the blows barely got a reaction out of them and they were soon grabbed and bound together. More rope followed at her knees, elbows, and waist, making her feel like a worm with her limbs all bound into a single, useless length. “Let’s get going.” One of the men grunted as they lifted up a whimpering Claire and carried her off down the dark hallway.

- - -

Back in the main room, Amy and Brianne were trying to figure out a smell matching puzzle from a series of jars that would correspond to switches that needed to be flipped. The game had been extremely busy for them, first finding the keys to their handcuffs, then getting out of the initial starting bedroom and moving to the next room that Claire had got them through. Now in the third dark room they were assessed another way.  “This is cinnamon right?” Amy asked as she sniffed one of the jars. “I’m pretty sure it is.”

Brianne took a whiff and nodded. “Yeah, ok flip that switch over there.”

Amy flipped it and let out a noise of satisfaction as the third light switched to green. “Ok one more, what’s that last one.”

Her friend hesitated. “Chocolate? Yeah chocolate try that one.”

Another switch was flipped and the lights all turned green before going out and the door swung open. “Yes!” Amy cheered. “Another room, wow this is long and we still haven’t seen the other two.”

Brianne was also a little confused. “Usually we meet after the first room. Maybe after we get through this door.”

The next room was dressed up like a family house kitchen and living room. A table was set with forks, knives, and plates dominated one side of the room, along with some appliances. Brianne immediately opened the fridge and poked her head inside, seeing fake plastic food on the shelves and figured that had to be linked to something. Amy was looking on the other side at the living room, where a couch, loveseat and a tall bookshelf took up a lot of space.

Amy noticed the bookshelf was moved slightly to the left, revealing a shadowy alcove behind. She poked her head in and noticed a green glowing button on the wall. “Hey, does that match the button that we saw earlier?” She asked Brianne.

Brianne had been working on the riddle on the fridge that had indicated which food went where and was halfway through it when Amy called her over. She was surprised to see the small alcove, which was especially hard to see in the dark shadows of the room and poked her head inside to look at the button. “Oh, yeah it does look the same. Maybe if we hit the button at the same time? I’ll go back and hit the other one.”

Amy squeezed around the bookshelf into the alcove, wondering how most people fit inside this stage of the room given that it was difficult to get into the room. The room was dark and small, only lit up by the glow of the green button and she shuddered a little at how the room pressed in on her. “Ready?” She called.

“Yeah!” Brianne responded, sounding very far away. “On three ok? One, two, three!”

Amy pressed the button at three and beep sounded. Nothing happened for a few long seconds but then the sound of something sliding on rails could be heard. To Amy’s shock, the bookshelf that she had slipped around to get into the alcove slid shut, trapping her inside. “Brianne?” She called. “Hello?”

The pitch black darkness made her claustrophobic and Amy began feeling around the room for the button, which was no longer lit up. Before she found it, she heard a click somewhere above her and a hissing sound. She didn’t realize gas was entering the room until she began to feel woozy and her head started to spin. “Ugh, B-Brianne? Help…”

Amy’s voice trailed off as her eyes closed and she collapsed to the ground. A vent clicked on to suck the knockout gas out of the chamber before the wall slid open and a man entered to pick up his new captive. In the light from the corridor behind him, he could tell she was very pretty and grinned to himself. Whistling, he slung an unconscious Amy over his shoulder and carried her off to join the other captives.

- - -

Brianne heard something slide shut and then silence. Confused, she walked back over to where Amy had been and was surprised to find the shelf had slid shut. “Amy?” She called as she walked closer and listened, unable to hear anything.

The thick soundproofing and sealing of the chamber meant that Brianne was completely unable to hear Amy call out, or fall to the ground unconscious. She’ll probably have to meet me on the other side, maybe she’s with Claire. She thought as she retreated back to the room she had been in before. To her surprise, one of the walls had slid open to reveal another room. “Claire? Emma? Amy?” She called as she entered the room.

The wall slid shut behind her, causing her to jump. Brianne glanced around warily, wondering how she was going to get back through the door, or open a new one and was instead drawn to the button in the middle of the room on a stand. There were two buttons, one red and one blue and both were lit up. Brianne had a brief connection to the Matrix, where the red and blue pills were offered to Neo and she smiled at the thought before she made her decision and slammed her hand down on the red button.

Instead of a door opening however, the floor dropped out from beneath her. Brianne screamed as she suddenly felt weightless and plummeted down into a room beneath where she landed hard on a mattress. She groaned, feeling a bruise already forming as she rolled over on the mattress. Above her, the trapdoor closed, leaving her to look around the room she now found herself in. The walls were all concrete with a single metal door. The door had a slit at head height filled with bars and that’s when she realized she was in some kind of cell. Hugging herself and shivering in the cold, she walked over to the door and pushed on it. It didn’t budge.

Feeling panic building up inside of her, she leaned her shoulder into the door and pushed again to no result. Realizing the door wasn’t going to open without someone else opening it, she turned and looked around the dark room, trying to find anything else that might allow her a way out. The trapdoor she had fallen through was closed again and she could see the mechanism that had caused that, but it was several feet out of reach above her.

“Hello sweetie.”

Brianne screamed and stumbled backwards as a voice sounded from the door behind her. The door swung open and two men entered the room. With the light entering through the hall behind them, their shadows seemed to loom up over the terrified girl, who  was now seated on her butt on the mattress that she had originally fallen on. Seeing the rolls of duct tape in their hands, she realized it was going to be some time before she would be allowed to scream again as the two descended upon their captive.

- - -

Amy let out a quiet groan as she regained consciousness. What the hell, where am I? I walked into that room and the door slid shut and…

Her eyes snapped open. She remembered now the hissing sound and feeling drowsy and suddenly darkness. What escape room knocks you out? She thought before she tried to move and realized she was in big trouble. Ropes surrounded her wrists and elbows, straining her arms as they were pinned together behind her back. She could feel more coils around her booted ankles and knees and one last rope that went from her wrists to her ankles, effectively hogtying her. Her mouth was stuffed with what seemed to be some kind of cloth, held in place with multiple rounds of duct tape wound around her head under her hair. She gave an experimental cry and realized how truly helpless she was as the sound could barely reach her own ears. Then she heard a whimper that wasn’t her own and looked up, letting out a cry of surprise as she took in the scene in front of her.

She was in some sort of basement room, with a bare concrete floor and lit by a few naked bulbs. A door to her left was open, revealing a dark hallway, but what really caught her attention were the other occupants of the room. Directly in front of her was Claire, standing against a  metal pole that ran from the floor to ceiling. Rope lashed her arms behind her, as well as her knees and ankles. More rope was wrapped around her chest and waist, pinning her against the pole. A red ballgag filled her mouth, her perfect white teeth a stark contrast to the red rubber as she bit into it and black straps circled underneath her hair to hold it in place. Claire didn’t initially notice that Amy had awoken and was instead staring to Amy’s right. Amy turned, thinking she couldn’t be more horrified and was sorely mistaken as her eyes went wide.

A brunette woman dressed all in black, including black knee boots and gloves, was currently feeling up Emma with an expression of glee. Her blindfold had been removed, allowing tears to flow down her body as her face contorted from the strain of being bound. Handcuffs circled her wrists and ankles and a chain was cranked to her wrists, pulling them up behind her and forcing her to bend forward. Another ballgag filled Emma’s mouth and drool leaked from her mouth down her chest. Amy’s whimpering caused the woman to glance towards her. “Oh goodie you’re awake. I’ll give you some attention soon don’t worry.”

Seeing the sobbing Emma in her grasp, Amy felt a surge of anger towards the woman but it quickly fizzled out as she tried to move and was completely unable to. Other than rocking a little back and forth, the hogtie stayed secure. A noise to her left caused her to turn and she let out another cry as she saw Brianne being led towards them on a leash attached to a leather collar around her neck. Strands of silver duct tape had been used to turn her into a helpless captive, wound around her wrists and elbows. More wrapping above and below her breasts and her waist pinned her arms against her back and thrust out her chest. Her thighs were also bound, significantly impacting her ability to walk. As she stumbled after the man tugging on her leash, Brianne sobbed, tears spilling down her face over the mass of silver tape that was wound around her head and likely held a large cloth inside her mouth given how her cheeks bulged.

Brianne’s captors dragged the girl over to where her friends were and then attached her leash to a hook on the ceiling, holding her in place. One of the men fondled her breasts while the other knelt down with more duct tape. Forcing her legs together, he wrapped more duct tape around her booted ankles and knees. Brianne let out a noise of outrage as they ruined her boots, but she knew that she had far more pressing concerns as she looked at her friends.

The three captors were soon joined by another woman, and all of the girls cried out as they recognized her as the employee that had led them back into the room. “Well girls, I’m sure you’re wondering what is going on here.”

Four nodding heads confirmed her assumption and the blonde woman gave a malicious smile. “Well to put it simply, you entered the room and will never escape. You girls are going on a long trip, one way of course. I’m sure your new owners will enjoy you all.”

Wails rose from the girls as they realized that they were being kidnapped and sold instead of being ransomed back and a fresh bout of struggling began. The woman, who seemed to be leading the operation, pointed at Emma. “Get her tied up like the rest and get them to the dock to be shipped out. I’ll destroy their phones and remove their things.”

A chorus of frightened moans sounded as the woman departed through the door. Emma was absolutely terrified. These people were clearly professionals, and this place was specially prepared for these kidnappings. She closed her eyes to try and calm herself down, but when she opened them back up she saw one of the men approaching her with rope in his hands. Behind him, she could see the other man and woman picking up a screaming Amy and carrying her out of the room.

Emma attempted to resist, but chained as she was it was all too easy for him to lash her elbows together. Emma moaned as her elbows nearly touched, pulling her shoulders back and straining her arms. More ropes surrounded her chest to form a harness and replaced the cuffs on her ankles as her legs were bound. Meanwhile, the other slavers had returned and carried Brianne and Claire out of the room and down the hall, leaving Emma alone with the man binding her. He tied an additional rope around her waist, pinning her wrists and against her butt and knotted it off before he stood up. “Ok princess, let’s get you to your carriage.”

Emma groaned as she was picked up and slung over his shoulder. It was humiliating and uncomfortable, especially since the drool from her ballgag now ran up her face towards her nose and caused her to sputter and cough. He simply laughed and slapped her vulnerable butt as he walked off down the dimly lit corridor. They passed by several rooms on the journey filled with boxes, some escape room things and one filled with monitors like a control room. Her eyes widened as she caught a brief glimpse of the blonde woman dropping their phones into a bucket of water inside an office before they turned another corner and arrived at a loading dock of some sort. A truck was already backed up to the loading dock with the back open, its dark interior like a dark maw reaching out to swallow her as she was carried towards it. Inside the truck was an assortment of cardboard boxes and a couple of palettes secured down to the floor of the truck.

Emma was carried past everything to an open space near the front of the truck, where she let out as cry as she spotted two more girls alongside her friends. As she was set down with her back against the wall of the truck beside Claire, she looked at the other captives. Both were unconscious. The one on the right was Indian, with long black hair that spilled across her shoulders. She was dressed in a long sleeve top, Adidas track pants and flats and was bound and ballgagged like the others. The second captive looked Hispanic, dressed in a pretty floral dress with platform Doc Marten boots. Like her friend, she was bound with rope and a ballgag was crammed between her lips. Drool leaked from around the gag, soaking the front of her dress.

Emma let out a quiet moan as a rope was run from her ankles to a bolt in the floor, followed by another between her wrists and an anchor behind her. The girls were now arranged three a side in the back of the truck, and they let out muffled sobs as one of the captors grabbed a bottle and soaked a white cloth with it. “Nighty night.” He said with a grin as he pressed it up against Amy’s face. The Chinese girl’s eyes went wide and she struggled a little as she was forced to breathe in the fumes. Emma watched in horror as her struggles slowly grew weaker before her eyes closed and she passed out. The cloth was moved next to Claire and Emma could only cry as she watched her friends get knocked out one by one until the man stood menacingly over her. Helplessly pinned in place, Emma could do nothing as the cloth was pressed up against her face over her mouth and nose. With her mouth forced open by the ballgag, Emma had no way of sealing off her breathing and inhaled the sharp chemical fumes. She immediately could feel herself weakening and her eyes drooping. As she lost consciousness, she could only think about how her life had now turned into a very, very real escape game, one that she likely would never escape from ever.