The whole crew from the star-gazer squad, were hyped for their weekend getaway. They were cruisin’ to this bougie mountain lodge. But, cue the quiet surrender of a tire duller than the applause for a bad joke. Total party pooper.
Some “friendly” locals rolled up, lookin’ all folksy and helpful. Seemed like a solid save. Plot twist: it was a whole trap. These dudes were sketchier than a sidewalk artist in the rain. They got lured into this village so secluded, the map app just gives up. And that’s when they discovered the icky, ancient fine print: the dudes there had a real nasty habit of snagging outside women to be… forever fiancées.
Their new “home” was a storage shed colder than a witch’s… well, you know. Their teacher, steps up. She’s like, “I got this,” thinking she’s gonna reason with the village council. But the “main hall” wasn’t for talking. It was a nightmare fuel convention. A room packed with dudes in their birthday suits, looking at her like she’s the last slice of pizza at a frat house. Let’s just say it got ugly. Non-stop onslaught that pushed her past her breaking point, mentally and physically. Her spirit was more shattered than a phone screen rig test.
And in that fog of total ruin, she did the unthinkable. To save the last shred of herself from being completely atomized, she threw her students under the bus. She gave them up.