Quiet. Too quiet.

Rosa moves through the hallways, listening. There doesn’t seem to be much activity going on, at least in this part of it.

The caves seem to mostly be shortcuts around the island, probably so the director can send his little **** brigade wherever someone is in distress.

Rosa checks all the little siderooms, they appear to be living quarters of some kind. Perhaps where the men stay while they are prepping for the show.

All empty now, the guys are out on the prowl.

I hope the others are ok.

Deep down, Rosa knows they probably aren’t. But she couldn’t help that right now.

The last door she checked along this hallway chilled her to the bone. When she flipped on the light, she saw what was unmistakably a porn studio. Cameras were set up on several angles, pointing at some equipment Rosa couldn’t identify. But the purpose of the shackles and chains were unmistakable.

“There you are!” Rosa heard a voice from behind her, and her stomach dropped.

She whipped around, standing in the doorway was the man from the cliffside. His knee was swollen and red, and his face was all gritted teeth and rage.

“What the fuck is this place?” Rosa demanded.

The man limped towards her, Rosa backed up further into the room. One door out, and he was standing in the way.

“You found our little afterparty room.” He says, still advancing. “You think the fun ends when the last girl gets her first cock?” He swiped at Rosa but she jumped back again. “The producers lets us bring a few of the losers down here for some extra footage. Real good stuff.” He smiles maliciously and swipes again.

“You’re a sick fuck.” Rosa says, jumping back again, but this time her butt hit a large vertical X shaped frame. Out of space.

“You have no idea…” He says, lunging at her.