Summary

Imagine this: an innocent suitcase, resting on a young woman's bed, is about to embark on a journey beyond anything its owner could ever imagine. Meet Alex, a vibrant 21-year-old college student, buzzing with excitement as she hurriedly packs for a weekend getaway with her long-time boyfriend, Derek. Their destination? A cozy cottage up north, a perfect retreat from the humdrum of school and roommates. But little do they know, their romantic escapade is about to take a turn towards the extraordinary. The scene opens with a sense of familiar normality. Alex, her hands dancing with anticipation, packs and repacks her bag. Clothes, underwear, hiking boots, a steamy book of erotica, a box of condoms, and a heartfelt anniversary card—each item is a testament to her eager expectations. She's meticulous, almost performing a ritual of love and desire. The radio plays softly in the background, setting a rhythm to her actions. Then, a car honk from the driveway: Derek's here! With a wide smile, Alex zips up her bag, turns off the radio, and rushes out to greet him. Their journey begins like any other road trip: laughter, trivia games, and the scenic beauty of trees passing by. The sun starts to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. Alex gazes out the window, her heart fluttering with contentment. Derek talks up the cottage—rustic, by a lake, near hiking trails, and best of all, a hot tub on the deck! It's as if he's setting the stage for a perfect romantic comedy. But the universe has other plans. A sudden spark of mischief in Alex's eyes. She leans in, cooing, "Hey, pull over for a moment." Derek, oblivious, replies, "Why? I want to get there before dark." Alex's hand finds its way to his crotch, her voice a sultry whisper, "Not even for a little road head?" Derek looks down, then back up, a slow smile spreading across his face. The car pulls over, the stage set for an impromptu performance of passion. But wait! A red glow in the trees catches Derek's eye. He stops Alex, pointing, "Do you see that?" They both stare at the ominous crimson light, pulsating like a heartbeat. Curiosity piqued, Derek ventures into the woods, leaving Alex alone on the roadside. The sun has dipped behind the trees, casting long, eerie shadows. Crickets chirp loudly, nature's own suspenseful soundtrack. Alex shivers, calling out for Derek, but no reply. Suddenly, Derek's voice echoes through the woods, "Babe, come here... you've got to see this!" Alex cautiously follows his voice, her heart pounding like a drum. She finds Derek holding something... unusual. His hands are covered in red slime, holding what look like large fish eggs. They're oozing, fizzling, emitting a horrible smell. "Gross! What are those?" Alex asks, her face a picture of revulsion and fascination. Derek, his eyes gleaming with adrenaline, tells her he found a whole nest of them. They're cooking, incubating, under a light from the sky. They must be on classified land—government tests, perhaps? The plot thickens. Cut to a pile of eggs, oozing in slime and membranes, underneath a red spotlight. Derek crouches down, poking at them with a stick. Each poke elicits a buzzing noise, like an electrode. Alex is nervous, her voice a whisper, "Stop that, you don't know what you're doing!" Derek, confident, tells her to relax. He's held one, they're harmless. And they seem to be multiplying. Wait, what? Alex points to the middle of the pile, where a cluster of smaller eggs are growing, making a lot of static noise. The static amplifies, reaching a deafening pitch as the couple instinctively cover their ears. The red glow turns into a bright white light. Alex looks up just as the light blinds her, and a shower of red eggs falls on them. Fade to white. The scene shifts dramatically. Alex and Derek lay like slugs, their bodies wrapped tightly in plastic-like cocoons, only their faces visible. They're in a black chamber, illuminated only in the center by a small white spotlight. The room creaks and echoes, distant sounds of inaudible conversation and movement hinting at a gathering crowd. Alex stirs, her eyes widening in horror as she realizes her confinement. She gasps out Derek's name, barely making a sound. They struggle to free themselves, but it's futile. Suddenly, the light goes out, and the room goes black. Panic sets in, silent and chilling. Then, a loud cranking sound. The ceiling starts to open up, letting colorful flashes of light pour in. On either corner of the small space, two other humans (Kristen Scott, Ryan McLane) lay curled up and motionless in fetal positions. They're naked, covered in slime. The couple stare up into the lights, horrified, as distant sounds grow closer—pops, whizzes, screeches, hisses, unrecognizable voices. The voices sound excited, boisterous, but not in any language Derek and Alex can recognize. An even louder alien voice comes over a speaker, speaking in bone-chilling pops and clicks. The crowd erupts into more hisses, banging, and cheers. The lights beam down on the couple as they wriggle. The two humans in the corner suddenly stand up, as if instructed by the speaker. They crawl towards each other and over top of the couple, beginning to have sex. Their bodies slap together, moans filling the air while the faceless crowd cheers on from above. Alex and Derek try to speak, but nothing comes out. They're puppets in a twisted show, their strings pulled by an unseen force. The man pounds the woman until she's just about to orgasm, the crowd hushes itself to listen. She lets out a large moan before falling back on top of the couple. The crowd erupts triumphantly, and the lights roll up as the ceiling closes again with a crank, leaving only a small spotlight in the darkness. Alex and Derek writhe frantically but are surprised when the other couple quickly hush them. They've snapped out of whatever state they were in and appear normal. "Be quiet, we don't know how long we have," the man says, his hand clasped over Alex's mouth. His partner gets up and starts chewing at the side of Derek's cocoon to release him. Soon, Derek is loose, and the trio help to get Alex out of her casing. When they're both free, the couple embrace tightly. Derek demands to know what's going on from the others. The man steps forward, explaining that they don't know how long they've been here, but they know they're being watched. "We're like some kind of fucked up puppets to them," the woman chimes in bitterly. "And they all love a good show!" Alex shakes her head in confusion, "Why were you having sex?" She asks meekly. The woman stares at her coldly, "We do whatever that voice tells us to do, that's how we've lasted." Derek cuts in, his voice raising, "Well, what the fuck is it saying?" A loud crank deafens the room, and the ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. The voice on the speaker chimes in, saying something inaudible. All of a sudden, Alex stops. She nods and, turning to her boyfriend, says "yes" before dropping to her knees to begin blowing the other man. Derek goes to break them up, furious, when the other woman latches onto his cock and starts sucking. The men both begin to moan, the women sucking harder and harder. The voice on the speaker speaks again, its voice raising and almost angry, as the crowds begin to whisper amongst themselves. They don't seem pleased. The men moan louder, Derek just about to cum when suddenly, the lights are cut. The two couples fall back down to the floor, breathing heavily. Alex's mind is racing. She knew what she was doing. She agreed to what she was doing. But it felt as if something was inside of her the whole time, motivating her actions. She starts trying to piece it all together. Was it terrorists? Are they now being held at some kind of prison camp? Derek jumps in with his own theory. Maybe they're having an allergic reaction to the stuff that he found, and this is all just a dream or hallucination. The other couple shake their heads. "They're not human," the woman says. "We think it's like an alien game show... or a boxing match," the man adds. Derek threatens to deck him for stepping in on his girl. "Hit me all you like," he snarls. "It won't do anyone any good. They hate us guys anyway... we're the first to die." The woman breaks them up and urges them to be quiet. They need each other to survive. They have to try to get out of here. Alex asks her to explain what they meant by a game show. "The lights come on and it's like a curtain is lifted so the spectacle can begin," she says. "We don't know how many are up there but it's like a fucking stadium!" The man adds that it seems as if they are placing bets on who will cum first. And they always want the women to win. If a guy cums, the host comes and takes him away. "The host?" Derek asks. "The one on the loudspeaker," the woman replies. Alex, meanwhile, has been quietly listening and pacing. "How many other people have you seen here?" She asks. The couple look at each other in desperation. "18 to 20... but we're the only ones who've survived," the man replies. "And they only ever come down here if a guy, you know, finishes first?" She asks. They nod. "What do they look like?" Derek whispers. The man turns to him. "Like the devil!" He says, terrified. Alex bites her lip before turning to the group and saying, "Have you ever tried to trick them?" Cut to a loud crank. The ceiling opens again, letting the flashing lights and sounds of cheering back in. The voice on the speaker chimes in, and the crowd erupts in excitement. Alex finds herself spinning around to drop to all fours, ass up in the air, her hands spreading her cheeks frantically to expose her pussy. Derek drops to his knees to enter her while the woman crawls underneath him to lick her pussy as well. The other man puts his dick in Alex's mouth, which she begins to suck furiously. She finds herself getting crazier and crazier, moaning loudly to the excitement of the crowds. This is exactly what they want, she thinks to herself. So, she makes herself even louder, grabbing the man's shaft and working it with both her hands and her mouth. It cannot go deeper down her throat. She mouths at Derek to pound her, fuck her harder. He does obediently, his eyes transfixed by what is happening before him. This seems to be revving up the crowd to an uncontrollable pitch. Suddenly, just as she is about to cum, Alex screams "NOW!" at the top of her lungs. What happens next? The stage is set for a thrilling, chilling climax. The puppets may just have a trick up their sleeves, a performance the alien audience will never see coming. Will Alex and Derek outsmart their otherworldly captors? Or will they become mere pawns in a twisted, intergalactic game? The curtain rises, the spotlight shines, and the show must go on. But who's pulling the strings? Tune in to find out, because this is one performance you won't want to miss!