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The Cabin Guests

by @OneDollarBob
1 chapters
~3 min read

A vacationing couple is ambushed at their secluded cabin by three escaped convicts, who take them hostage. The captors’ brutal campaign of humiliation and sexual violence begins immediately, forcing the husband into a grotesque parody of femininity for the pleasure of their ringleader. Trapped and terrorized, the couple must survive days of relentless degradation before they can find a way to call for help.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

EH

Ethan Hayes

A 32-year-old accountant with a lean build and gentle hands, now trembling. His brown eyes, usually warm behind his glasses, are wide with a terror he's never known. The crisp vacation shirt he picked out feels like a cruel joke against his skin, which is already flinching from anticipated touch.

CH

Chloe Hayes

Ethan's wife, 30, a graphic designer with a dancer's grace now frozen in dread. Her auburn hair is tangled from the struggle, her green eyes fixed on her husband, mirroring his horror. She wears the practical jeans and sweater she packed for hiking, a stark contrast to the nightmare they've entered.

M'

Malik 'Bear' Johnson

A 38-year-old escaped convict, a mountain of a man with corded muscle and dark, watchful eyes that miss nothing. Prison tattoos crawl up his thick neck, and he moves with a predatory stillness that makes the cabin feel smaller. He smells of sweat, pine, and unchecked power.

VK

Vince Kovac

Late 20s, rangy and twitchy, with a spiderweb of scars over one eyebrow and needle tracks on his arms. His grin is a permanent, yellowed sneer, and his eyes dart like a rat's, high on adrenaline and malice. He smells of stale cigarettes and violence.

R'

Ray 'Shy' Miller

Early 40s, the quiet one, with a gaunt face and hollow cheeks. His silence is more unsettling than the others' noise; he watches with dead, flat eyes, his hands constantly fidgeting. He wears a stained jacket too thin for the mountain cold.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

Cabin Not Empty

Ethan's key was still in the lock when the door was yanked inward. Chloe's happy gasp died in her throat. The man filling the doorway wasn't a rental agent. He was a mountain of muscle and prison ink, his dark eyes sweeping over Ethan with a slow, appraising chill that had nothing to do with the cold. Behind him, a twitchy man with a scarred eyebrow grinned, and a silent, gaunt one watched. The pine-scented dream cabin smelled of sweat, cigarettes, and a flat, metallic fear that coated Ethan's tongue.