As Amy continues, she spots a car pulled up along the side of the road. A woman is leaning up against it. When she sees the girl approach, she pulls out her phone and starts to mutter to herself … frustrated. Amy stops and regards the woman, who is immaculately dressed and very beautiful. ‘Are you ok?’ she asks. The woman stops and, sighing, tells the girl that she’s lost and can’t get her GPS to work. She and her husband are late for an engagement and desperately need directions. Amy peers into the car and spots the woman’s husband in the front seat. He is dressed in a suit and politely waves at her. She looks back at the woman and asks where they are going, maybe she can help point them in the right direction. The woman tells her that they are attending a function at the convention center — but she lost the invite with the address and their signal dropped. Because they are out of towners, they simply don’t know where to go. Amy begins to give them directions but as she explains where to go, the woman sighs again and mutters that her mind is like a sieve. She’s not possibly going to remember. Amy stops and tries to think of another way to explain, as the woman subtly glances back at her husband. ‘What if you were to get in the car and take us there?’ The woman asks. ‘My husband and I would be happy to pay you for your troubles and it would really help us out.’ Amy, knowing that she isn’t supposed to do this, glances in at the husband again. He looks perfectly normal. ‘I would probably need to ask my parents.’ She slowly says. She looks back up at the woman, who calmly asks how old she is. When Amy replies that she is eighteen, the woman smiles and laughs. ‘If you’re eighteen then why would you need to ask your parents? You’re a grown up!’ Amy laughs along meekly. The woman asks her name and Amy tells her. ‘Well Amy,’ the woman reiterates. ‘It would really help us out if you would just get in the car.’ Amy takes a long pause before agreeing. The woman opens the back seat and Amy climbs in. Then, surveying the area and kicking dirt over the footprints, the woman walks back to the passenger side and gets inside. The car screeches off.
Two Days Later.
The camera comes into focus as Amy slowly lifts her head from her lap. She is curled up in a ball in an empty room. Her bag is gone, her ear-buds are gone, and her school girl uniform is dusty and dirty. Her hair is tousled and her face is streaked with sweat. She has a terrible headache. A bucket sits close by, alongside a toothbrush in a glass of water, and some remnants of food. She wipes her eyes and starts to pick at the food when a door opens. It’s the couple. No longer in formal wear, they step towards her in casual clothes and latex gloves. ‘You’ve eaten all your food this time,’ says the husband. ‘What a good little pet.’ The teen looks up at him in cold silence. She asks when she can have her call with her parents, the one they promised. The woman smiles. ‘I told you already Amy, you can have your phone call when you make me cum.’ The couple laugh as Amy slumps back down.
Four Days Later.
Amy runs around the empty room, banging on the walls. She unbuttons the last of her blouse and tosses it in the corner. The room is very hot. Sitting down defeated, she calls out to the couple that she is ready for them now. She’ll do whatever they want. She just needs some air. She waits desperately for a reply but it never comes and she collapses into a heap on the floor.
