“Ritza,” Brad gasped as he frantically struggled for the light.

“Were you expecting someone else?” she asked as she padded across the room in nothing but the complementary robe, her hair damp from the shower.

“What are you doing in my room?” Brad continued, pulling the covers up more. “More to the point, how did you get in here?”

“I have my ways, darling,” Ritza cooed, her hands behind her back. She slid onto the bed beside him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Brad pushed the covers down and looked at her angrily. “Ritza, I don’t love you, I love Fenny. Is that so hard for you to…” He was cut off by Ritza’s lips pressing against his. He tried to fight her but eventually let himself fall into the kiss. Brad began to drift away in the same lustful way he had previously with Ritza, when he felt something on his wrists: cold metal. Brad’s eyes opened instantly as Ritza attached the two sets of handcuffs to the bed frame.

“That’s better, now we can have some fun,” she smiled and threw back the bed covers.

After showering and redressing, Paul decided he was hungry. He sauntered down the corridor; there was still snoring from Greg’s room, and to his surprise, the obvious sounds of sexual gratification from Brad’s. Obviously the psycho sisters weren’t back, because if Brad was with Fenny, then Gina would be alone. He thought about calling in on her but decided the need for food was much greater at that moment.

“Would it be wrong of me to go next door and whack Rona over the head with a large blunt object?” Gina asked.

“Really kiddo, where are you going to get a large blunt object in here?” Fenny countered.

“Oh, true,” Gina nodded and rolled onto her back. “So, you never told me how Brad got into our room?

“I found him in the closet,” Fenny mused.

Gina giggled. “You don’t know how bad that sounds.”

“Oh believe me, I do,” Fenny perked. “Apparently housekeeping locked him out in the hallway in his undies, so he hid in the first unlocked room he found. Fate or something. So how’d you end up with Paul?” she added turning to Gina.

“We met outside this very room, he said I could hang out in his room…we talked for a short while, then made love like animals,” Gina replied.

“Oh the romance,” Fenny jeered.

“Oh shut up,” Gina scorned.

“So who’s better, huh?” Fenny continued.

“Maybe I won’t use that large blunt object on Rona,” Gina huffed, glaring at Fenny.

Paul returned from a slap up meal of a hotdog and a can of Coke, and found it disturbing that the noises emanating from Brad’s room hadn’t ceased. Not that it was a bad thing; he just didn’t want to hear it. Paul decided to check on Gina, as he was sure she must have been feeling lonely and there was no pleasurable screams coming from her room…yet. He knocked and waited; several seconds later Gina’s voice sounded from the other side. “Rona locked us in,” she said carefully.

“Shit,” Paul mumbled, and fumbled with the door knob. Surprisingly, with a shake and a wrench, it popped open to reveal Gina glaring at him.

“Are you mad?” she whispered. “Rona is next door and she’s running feral.”

“God, if the screams of pleasure from Brad’s room haven’t already woken her up, I’d be surprised,” Paul chuckled.

“What do you mean, screams of pleasure?” Gina said anxiously.

“The ones that Brad and Fen are making,” Paul replied, a bit lost.

“I don’t think so,” Gina announced and opened the door fully; Fenny was lying on the bed channel surfing.

“Oh fuck,” Paul mumbled.

“What’s with the mothers meeting?” Fenny asked looking over from the bed.

“Ah, Paul’s got something to tell you,” Gina announced and moved aside to let Paul in.

“Hey?” Paul squeaked.

“What?” Fenny asked, sitting up.

“I was, like, walking past Brad’s room…and I heard all these noises…which I thought were you and him doing the deed…but they can’t be because you’re here,” Paul mumbled.

“What?” Fenny gasped.

“I say we check it out,” Gina announced.

“That wouldn’t be right,” Paul countered.

“No, I agree,” Fenny declared and marched past Gina and Paul into the corridor.

Fenny, Gina and Paul approached the door, where they encountered noises of a decidedly sexual nature.

“What do we do?” Gina asked.

Fenny tried the door. It was locked. “Kick it in.”

“We can’t just walk in there unarmed,” Paul scorned.

“I’ve got an idea,” Gina perked and disappeared back into their hotel room. There were several bangs and then Gina returned.

“What the…” Paul breathed.

“Right, deodorant…it’s as good as mace,” Gina enthused slipping it into her pocket. “A metal towel rail…I ripped it off the wall,” she smiled and handed it to Fenny. “And for you darling, some cord snatched from the curtains,” she handed Paul several lengths of cord.

“How comes she gets the metal rail,” Paul sulked.

“Because it’s her man in there,” Gina replied.

“Ready, on the count of three…one, two, three,” Fenny announced.

Paul, Fenny and Gina slammed a foot each against the door and it flew open. Fenny’s eyes went wide, Paul was speechless and Gina looked away. Brad was still handcuffed to the bed, butt naked and covered in sweat. Ritza, who was also butt naked, had straddled him and was busy licking whipped cream from his navel.

“You fucking bitch,” Fenny hissed.

Ritza looked shocked and glanced around for her robe. Fenny dashed over and scooped it up with the towel rail, before Ritza could get hold of it.

“Give me that,” Ritza gasped as she tried to wrap herself in a sheet.

“Like hell,” Fenny snapped, lunged forward and pinned Ritza to the bed on her back, the metal towel rail thrust against her throat.

“Fen,” Brad breathed.

Without looking, Fenny flicked a sheet over Brad’s modesty.

“Get off me, you bitch,” Ritza gasped.

Fenny pushed harder on the metal towel rail as Gina and Paul moved closer. Gina whipped out her can of deodorant and attempted to look menacing.

“I should crush your windpipe,” Fenny snarled, her knee resting on Ritza’s chest. “How dare you even come near him.”

“Kiss my arse,” Ritza gagged.

“Get off my sister,” a voice growled.

Everyone turned to see Rona at the door. She had her gun cocked and pointed at Fenny.

“I said get off,” Rona barked and marched into the room.

“This has nothing to do with you,” Fenny spat.

“Are you testing me?” Rona hissed. “I can start with someone else if you like.” Without looking, she pointed the gun at Gina.

Gina slid behind Paul; both of their hearts were racing.

Fenny glared at Ritza and then removed the metal towel rail from Ritza’s throat. Ritza leapt up and snatched the pole from Fenny. She thrust it over Fenny’s head and against her throat.

“Not a nice feeling is it?” Ritza hissed. Fenny could barely breathe, let alone talk.

“BOYS, GET IN HERE,” Rona called and two heavies bounded into the room. “Take the bitch to the car,” she ordered.

One of the heavies marched over to the bed, dragged Fenny to her feet and out of the door.

Gina buried her face in Paul’s back as Ritza jumped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She returned seconds later fully clothed.

“What do you think, sis, think we need one more?” Rona asked.

“I think that sounds like a brilliant idea,” Ritza grinned.

Rona turned to the other heavy. “Take him,” so ordered, grinning at Paul.

“NO,” Gina screamed, grabbing onto Paul’s arm. Ritza stormed over and tore her away. The other heavy dragged Paul from the room as he spat copious amounts of abuse.

“Bye, hack,” Ritza perked and threw Gina onto the bed as she left.

Gina waited until it was quiet before she got to her feet and ran into the corridor, she ran straight into Greg who looked nothing short of bewildered.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked.

“Ritza did god knows what to Brad, we tried to fight her but Rona came with backup. They’ve got Fenny and Paul,” Gina babbled.

“Paul, what the hell would they want with Paul?” Greg gasped.

“I don’t know but if she hurts him I’ll…I’ll…” Gina was struggling to hold back the tears.

Greg wasn’t sure why Gina was suddenly so concerned about Paul, but he could tell she was terribly shaken. He gently rubbed her shoulders.

“They’ll be all right,” he cooed. “What happened to Brad?”

“Oh he’s in there,” Gina replied pointing to the hotel room behind her. “I don’t suppose you have a hacksaw, because he’s kinda handcuffed butt naked to the bed.”

“No. Wish I had a camera though,” Greg mused even though he knew he shouldn’t.

“PLEASE UNCUFF ME,” Brad called from the room.

“Yeah, coming dude,” Greg called back. “Are you ok?” he asked, looking back at Gina.

“Well I haven’t stopped shaking yet,” Gina replied.

Greg pulled her into a gentle hug and kissed her on the forehead. “Do you think the staff have a camera?” he mused.

Gina gave a small, comforted giggle. “Do you think they have a hacksaw?”

Fenny and Paul found themselves thrust into the back of a van. Paul slid into the back headfirst and let out a yelp, while Fenny heard her back crunch as she landed on the metal floor.

“Well, I guess it makes a change from those bloody black cars,” Fenny groaned.

“Oh yeah, just what I felt like doing. Being driven around by the nation’s finest nutbars in a passion wagon,” Paul hissed as he sat up.

“A passion wagon?” Fenny inquired, rubbing her spine.

“Yeah, blokes back in my youth used to buy vans like this and fit them out with mattresses and stuff,” Paul replied.

“I really hope this wasn’t one of those vans,” Fenny grumbled.

“I wonder where we’re going this time?” Paul sighed.

“I don’t know. From what Gina’s told me, we appear to be heading back the way the guys did, the first time they were here,” Fenny breathed.

“Yeah, well in that case…we’re heading up north,” Paul nodded.

“Is it good up north?” Fenny asked.

“No, nothing but dirt and shrubs,” Paul replied.

“SHUT UP BACK THERE,” Rona yelled.

“FUCK YOU!” Paul yelled back and proceeded to bang out the tune of “We Will Rock You” on the inside of the van.

“Oh that’s really going to calm the psycho sisters down,” Fenny mused.

“Yeah well I didn’t asked to be kidnapped and thrust into a fucking former mobile hub of sex,” Paul spat.

“You’re obsessed,” Fenny declared.

“No I’m just going STIR FUCKING CRAZY,” Paul barked and belted the inside of the van again; Fenny laughed and joined in.

As it happened, the hotel did have both a camera and a hacksaw. To save Brad some embarrassment, Greg claimed it was a bachelor party gone wrong and the hotel staff seemed to buy it. The minute he was released, Brad hurried into the bathroom and spent ten minutes scrubbing his body raw.

“Poor guy,” Greg said insincerely.

“Don’t be horrible,” Gina cussed.

“Since when did you care?” Greg asked.

“Hey, you weren’t here, you didn’t see how awful the situation was,” Gina scowled.

“What has got up your ass huh? I go to sleep for a few hours and you turn into a hormonal bitch,” Greg snapped.

“Oh trust me darling, my mood has nothing to do with you. So don’t flatter yourself,” Gina snapped back as Brad appeared from the bathroom.

“Sorry, I really, really needed that shower,” Brad announced weakly.

“We should go,” Gina huffed.

“Well that’s a bit hard if we don’t know where they’re headed,” Greg sarced.

“Wouldn’t they be heading toward that…Oodna place?” Brad asked.

“Oodnadatta,” Gina corrected.

“Yeah that one,” Brad perked.

“Fine, whatever,” Greg sighed and wandered out of the room.

“What’s wrong with him now?” Brad groaned.

“He’s just found out he’s not god,” Gina spat and disappeared from the room.

Brad and Gina found Greg outside having a cigarette.

“Thanks for getting the car,” Gina sarced.

“For your information, princess, the car has disappeared,” Greg hissed.

“Fuck,” Brad barked. “Now what?”

“We hire a new one,” Gina shrugged. “Speaking of cars, what happened to mine?”

“There’s a place a few blocks away,” Brad piped up. “I’ll get us a cab.”

Gina looked at both men suspiciously.

After what felt like hours, the van began to slow, and Paul pressed his face up against one of the grotty windows in the doors.

“Where are we?” Fenny groaned.

“Snowtown,” Paul replied, sounding less than excited.

“Is that bad?” Fenny asked.

“Nothing you need worry about, nice quiet little country town,” Paul said with a small smile.

The van stopped and Fenny and Paul heard the doors open and close at the front of the van. Then the doors at the back flew open.

“Out,” Ritza ordered.

Paul and Fenny clambered out of the van and into the quiet dusty street.

“This way,” Rona scorned and directed them to an old, boarded-up building. She kicked in the door and led them through a large room.

“This looks like it used to be a bank,” Fenny whispered.

“It did,” Paul mumbled.

Ritza grabbed onto a door and pulled it open. “Get in,” she smiled.

“Fuck,” Paul muttered. He took Fenny’s hand. “Come on.”

Fenny was beginning to think something was more than suspicious. Paul was acting very weird. Like he knew more than he was letting on.

“Now, we’ve got a couple of things to attend to. This is a bank vault, so ah, you won’t be able to escape. Hope you have barrels of fun,” Rona chuckled and slammed the door.

Paul and Fenny heard it lock behind them. Paul grabbed his lighter and lit the room with the small flame.

“This is really creepy, and it has the weirdest smell,” Fenny announced as she leant against a wall then slid down to the floor.

“Yeah, it’s not surprising really,” Paul said weakly.

“Why?” Fenny asked, looking at him curiously.

“A couple of years ago, they found the remains of eight people in barrels of acid in here,” he mumbled.

Fenny’s eyes went wide. “OH MY GOD,” she screamed, leapt of the floor and into Paul’s arms. His lighter fell to the floor and the vault fell dark.

“Oh great, now we’re stuck in a bank vault, in the dark, with the smell of death,” Paul grumbled.

There was a brief silence before they both screamed, “GET US OUTTA HERE.”