The Mobile Trap

Summary

I drive a "Love Truck."

The cargo hold isn't filled with goods, but a sturdy bed frame and a plush mattress.

I drive along desolate back roads until the couple in the back is finished.

One day, after I parked, a woman rushed out of the cargo hold, crying hysterically.

She hugged my leg, tears streaming down her face, begging me to help her.

She said as long as I agreed, she'd do anything.