Dozens of people, all of whom mistake Mackenzie for an employee

It only took a few moments before Mackenzie heard a female voice loudly proclaim, "HOLY SHIT! Beth look over there!"

And sure enough, Mackenzie saw the inverted image of two young women, roughly her age, approaching her from across the room. She couldn't help but blush a little more deeply as she realized that she was, in fact, being seen in all her naked glory by strangers. But at the very least they were other women, and not men. Hopefully that meant they'd be more inclined to help her out.

"Ohmygod! Is she okay?!" the other woman said, rushing up in front of Mackenzie, who had begun desperately thrashing and emitting muffled shouts at her two potential saviors.

"Of course she's alright," the first woman replied. "She's clearly a haunted house employee."

That surprised Mackenzie, causing her to pause for a moment before she began rapidly shaking her head.

"She is?!" Beth asked incredulously. She seemed as though she was about to begin ripping the webbing away from Mackenzie, but halted at her friend's comment.

"Uh, DUH. Remember the sign they had in front of the room?"

Unluckily (or perhaps by nefarious design) for Mackenzie, there had been a large standing sign placed at the room's entrance that read, "PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH HAUNTED HOUSE EMPLOYEES."

"Oh... I guess you're right then," Beth said, stepping a bit away from Mackenzie. This sent the naked redhead into another frenzy of head shakes as she desperately tried to dispel the notion that she worked there.

"Although, I must say," the first woman continued with a chuckle, "she really is selling that whole 'terrified damsel trapped in a giant spiderweb' look! She genuinely looks mortified!"

"Whatever they're paying you, it's not nearly enough," Beth said as her friend whipped out her phone for several pictures. The two women continued watching and laughing at Mackenzie for another minute, mistaking her pleading looks and frantic struggles as commitment to her craft. Then, they made their way out of the room.

A similar process soon repeated itself with the next group of people when they entered the room. And the next. And the next. Over the next half hour, Mackenzie found herself getting ogled and mocked by dozens of men and women. A few of them, like Beth, wondered if perhaps Mackenzie was in genuine trouble. But they always seemed to be persuaded by their friends that she had to be part of the act. After all, what other plausible explanation was there?

After enduring countless people taking recordings of her naked body, numerous bad jokes aimed at her expense (she heard "Oh my god, the spider ate her clothes!" at least three times), and even one group of boys who had been bold enough to disobey the sign and cop a few feels, Mackenzie was completely spent. To make matters worse, her head was beginning to hurt after being kept upside down for so long. Her sole remaining hope was that someone would notice her extremely red face and alert a staff member, so that someone could finally get her down. But, things didn't exactly play out that way.

Instead, a strange gooey liquid began dropping down on her from above. At first, Mackenzie was alarmed by this. But she soon realized that the liquid was, in fact, beginning to dissolve the webbing stuck to her body. After another minute, Mackenzie found herself lying on the floor, drenched in the strange fluid and the tacky remnants of the webbing, but finally free from her spider prison. She was taking a moment to catch her breath and regain her bearings, given how dizzy she felt, when suddenly she felt the floor shift. The smooth surface dropped down slightly, and Mackenzie soon found herself gliding along down a shallow slide. Even if she hadn't still been disorientated, the naked bombshell likely wouldn't have been able to stop her movement, given how slick and slimy her skin was.

And so, Mackenzie found herself suddenly gliding through a dark doorway and emerging into a new room.