Susan

You immediately recognize Susan, despite a purple latex dress that squeezes her curves into feminine perfection.

Carrie grins at her. “Susan you escaped!”

“Yes, no thanks to your fucking boyfriend.”

“But, you have to admit, him leaving you there was pretty hot.”

She laughs. “I suppose it was. It did help motivate me to…escape. I’d like to help you as well now, Carrie.”

“Do you know a way out?” You interject.

“I do. I know the best way out.”

“Will you show us?”

“I’ll show Carrie. You can come along.”

Carrie grins. “Thank you so much, Susan.”

“Follow me.”

You follow her into the stairwell, both Carrie and you stare at her swaying ass. The purple latex hugs her posterior and it shines, catching every light in the shadowy staircase.

She stops and you nearly collide with her.

She motions for you to step ahead. You peer down the stairwell. You feel a pinch in you neck.

You turn in time to seeing Susan with a needle and Carrie grinning. Then everything goes dark.