A nearby family of girls tried to get in their car and drive out of there… but for some reason the car refused to start immediately… the engine just wouldn’t turn over. It didn’t even make the strained noise of the alternator trying to turn over. Debbie rounded the front of the car, hoping to score a ride with them out of there. But as she passed the bonnet, the driver and shotgun seat were vaporized by a single beam of hot light. They shrieked, and suddenly the car’s interior was filled with hot ash. The girl in the back, still alive for the moment, screamed bloody murder. The tripod was right on top of them.

Surprised, Debbie scrambled back onto the bonnet, desperately searching for any way out of the situation, as the head of the machine inspected her closely. A tentacle snagged a nearby girl to place in one of the underslung cages. The woman complained as she was balled up and imprisoned.

Debbie pissed herself in fear. She didn’t want to die. She’d prefer to be picked up and put in one of those cages. Maybe they’d be kind masters? She knew that sh’d make for a good alien rape toy, if they’d give her the chance.

Debbie never got that chance though.