:Submission Fantasy:
The junk house isn't abandonned or derelcit, just messy. There's a lot of pieces of machinery, chains, discarded electronics in the garden. Whoever this person is, they clearly need a trip to the tip.
You go up to the door where there's an intercom system. You press the buzzer and wait for a moment. No one answers, but the front door swings open.
You step inside to find yourself in a small porch. The front door automatically closes and locks shut with a click. You go to push the inner door open but it too is locked. You seem to be imprisoned in a porch! There's a security cam screen above the inner door and a face flickers on to it. It's a teenage girl. She's wearing heavy eye make up and has her eyerbows pierced. She has a gothy industrial look about her. "Hello?" she asks.
You start to explain about your car and the need for help, but she doesn't seem particularly interested. Instead she just fires a series of questions at you: Age? Are you on your own? Are you fit and healthy? You answer all of these as best you can. At the end of this she picks up phone and speaks to someone, "Yes, he fits all the criteria....yes....okay....will do....bye."
"Um... can I come in?" you ask. She smiles and raises her eyebrows at you, but instead of the door opening, a hatch that had been covering a vent slides open and the sound of gas entering the confined space begins. You feel very light headed very quickly and collapse to the floor.
You go up to the door where there's an intercom system. You press the buzzer and wait for a moment. No one answers, but the front door swings open.
You step inside to find yourself in a small porch. The front door automatically closes and locks shut with a click. You go to push the inner door open but it too is locked. You seem to be imprisoned in a porch! There's a security cam screen above the inner door and a face flickers on to it. It's a teenage girl. She's wearing heavy eye make up and has her eyerbows pierced. She has a gothy industrial look about her. "Hello?" she asks.
You start to explain about your car and the need for help, but she doesn't seem particularly interested. Instead she just fires a series of questions at you: Age? Are you on your own? Are you fit and healthy? You answer all of these as best you can. At the end of this she picks up phone and speaks to someone, "Yes, he fits all the criteria....yes....okay....will do....bye."
"Um... can I come in?" you ask. She smiles and raises her eyebrows at you, but instead of the door opening, a hatch that had been covering a vent slides open and the sound of gas entering the confined space begins. You feel very light headed very quickly and collapse to the floor.