Brent/Brandi:

I struggled to get free from the restraints with no luck. They were padded but still too tight to slip my hands through them. I couldn't pull enough slack in the straps to effectively yank them. There I was, in a giant pink diaper after they shoved something up my butt and locked my dong in a cage. All the while in a giant crib. Nothing was making any sense! I never heard of anything thing like this.

I tried to cross my legs and arms. I was hoping to roll over onto my stomach but I could only get as far as to roll onto my side. That did me no good unless I needed something else shoved in my ass. I tried rocking the crib in any way possible but no dice. It was either a lot heavier than it looked or it was anchored to the floor.

And what was that cold thing they pushed up my butt? I couldn't feel anything any more but I knew it hadn't come back out. Maybe that was the idea. They wanted it to come back out. It didn't add up to me. Trisha seemed so nice at the camp. What went wrong?

Then my thoughts turned to how long would they keep me here, keep us here? Where they serial killers? Would they hack us up and bury us on some of the secluded land surrounding the house? I was sure I didn't want to play a part in her twisted games.

Surely, she couldn't leave me locked up like this for very long. I'd seen war and things get messy really quick. She keeps her house too clean and tidy to simply keep me a prisoner like this although the drawer they pulled the diaper from was full of them.

And what of Lana? I didn't want to even think about what they might be doing to her. She was a sweet girl. Though I'd only known her for a little over a week, I feared how much worse a girl like her might have it at Trisha's hand.