Rod Serling enters the room.
Imagine you, a young, vibrant college co-ed. You've got it all: Beautiful, charming, you get good grades, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Opportunities await as you complete your final semester.
Consider this: You wake up one day. It's Monday, and your first class begins at 9AM. As your eyelids flutter and your vision, blurred from sleep, slowly adjusts in the darkness of your dorm room.
But wait: Something isn't right. The night before, you flopped into bed, your dorm mate asleep in the other bed. But as your vision becomes focused, you see...
Bars. In front of your face. You quickly realize you've been placed in a cell or cage. You grasp the bars, rattling them, but the bars do not give. You realize you are locked in.
You swallow hard and you feel the color drain from your face and your stomach roils with a sudden need to vomit just as...the face appears--mere inches from you. The slurping. The sex offender breathing, and...the smell.
The New French Extremity rape dungeon. A place of grease, of nightmares, and pure...plights. But that's just the way it goes when you enter...
The Twilight Zone
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