Page 31 of Terror Tuesday

And tonight? It’s Terror Tuesday.

On screen one, I’ve got Theta’s party feed. Body glitter. Fog machines. One guy in a velvet cape getting head near the fire pit. A six-person sex pretzel on the billiard table. Pretty standard.

Screen two shows the inside of one of the escape rooms. The lighting’s set to flicker red, making everything look far too sinister and real. TheSigmasisters are in their costumes—latex Catwoman outfits, tight as hell, the pleather squeaking with every movement. They’re all business, no play, even though this is supposed to beentertainment. At least that’s the story that parents paying the tuition hear.

The sisters’ eyes glint with the thrill of the challenge to earn their points, but one of them is visibly trying to hide her smirk as she grips a clue with shaking hands.

A voice booms overhead:“You have fifteen minutes to escape this room, or face the consequences.”

As the group moves in unison, solving riddles and unlocking traps, one of theThetas, dressed as a psycho killer—with an axe, no less—watches them from the corner of the room, grinning wide and leaning into the role.

A door creaks open to reveal a red-splattered mannequin in a wedding dress, its limbs twisted in ways that aren’t human. TheSigmasscream in mock horror, but they quickly regain focus. They’ve played these games before.

Wielding an actual chainsaw, a guy wearing a goaltender’s mask steps forward—an obvious homage to classic slasher films—and revs it up just as a sister spots the next clue.

One of the girls slips in a pool of fake blood on the floor but is pulled back up by her sister. The tension between them is palpable. “Stay focused. You’re wasting time.”

The second door clicks open. They’ve solved the final puzzle. With a victory cheer, they rush past the fake body hanging in the corner of the room, their laughter echoing down the hallway as they’re ushered to the next stage by another maskedTheta.

Screen three: the entrance to the basement stairs. That’s the one I’m watching most closely.

Rules are simple: If you fail to complete your escape room, you go down there. ToTheta’sdungeon. Where the lights flicker, the air is thick, and regret is all you’ll taste.

And people thinkI’mthe monster.

One of theThetaswith russet hair and a ruddy face leads a lost group ofBetasdown the stone steps through the dimly lit cavernous hall. My camera is hidden by one of the old wooden beams, but I quickly shift the view to the main event. The dungeon.

FiveBetasenter, and I’ve got a clear picture as they shuffle into the room, their feet dragging like they already know what’s coming. They’re jittery, almost sick with anticipation. And they should be.Thetadoesn’t play games like anyone else.

They’ve failed to escape, so one by one, they’ll be punished.

The firstBetais shoved into the dungeon with a push to his mid-back as the rest line up behind him in the doorway. Ruddy Face snaps his fingers and points to the empty stone wall. “Line up there. You, you’re up first.”

Their eyes wildly scan the low ceilings, trying to find a way out. But thereisno way out. The door shuts with finality, the sound of the lock sliding home sharp in the otherwise still air.

I lean closer to the monitor, narrowing my eyes.

Cuntlyn, the red-headed, toothless creature, is already waiting, strapped down to the breeding bench. She’s on her stomach, wrists and ankles bound by thick leather restraints, every orifice she has held completely open.

There’s no music, no chatter, just the sickening sound of her ragged breaths panting through the gag holding her lips apart. The russet-hairedThetacircles her body like a vulture.

With a sharp snap, he whips her bare skin, leaving a fresh red welt across the marks of those before him. It cuts through the silence with such force that the firstBetajerks, his eyes wide. But no one speaks. Even Cuntlyn doesn’t make a hint of a sound. They all know the game.

“What’s your name, kid?” theThetademands of the trembling idiot in front of him.

“Nolan.”

“Great. Nolan. Use one of her holes. You get first pick.”

He eyes Cuntlyn with some scrutiny. “I-Is sheclean?”

The crop lands across theBeta’schest as he wails and covers himself with his arms.

“Use a hole and two of you pick another.”

Nolan doesn’t hesitate any longer and moves toward her mouth. One of the brothers shrugs and shoves off the wall, then joins at the rear while a third breathes a heavy sigh before stepping in. After situating themselves as much as they can, Nolan fits his limp dick in her gaping mouth. One unzips and thrusts his between her buns to get himself hard before slipping into her ass.

The third doesn’t have much room to maneuver and stands idly by, but after getting a sharp look from theTheta, unzips and strokes himself.