Lissa shrieked again when the door closed, running to it and trying desperately to open it to no avail. The cute slut in her little french maid costume froze when the newcomer arrived. She listened to the speech with growing terror, and by the end of it she was openly weeping and shaking. She was breathing rapidly, her nipples hard with fear. The strange free tickets, the tires blowing out, the lack of other cars and cell reception... she had no doubt this was real.<br/><br/>“P—please... why are you doing this?” she whimpered pathetically.