In a deep dark dungeon underneath the mayor's house, two young women barely above the age of nineteen struggled to overcome some of the treacherous torture devices that the devious Devillia had hooked them up to.

Trudy found herself tied down to a dining table where a delicious meat sandwich (a piece of meat between two other pieces of meat) dangled on a fishing rod over her head. Every time she went to bite it, the food would be cruelly yanked away from her.

It made her stomach gurgle like there was no tomorrow. She began to sob in her low baritone voice. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it, Winona. It's been two hours since my last meal!"

But Winona had other problems to deal with. The lanky goth chick found herself on a medieval torture rack being stretched to oblivion. To make matters worse, she lay on a bed of spikes and there were needles beneath her fingernails.

Trudy started to realize that perhaps her torture wasn't as bad as Winona's. "I hope you're okay, Winony. That looks really painful. I sometimes stub my toe and I cry for twenty minutes. But that... That's a painstravaganza!"

But Winona didn't answer, she was too busy giggling mirthfully. "This tickles so much!" she said, laughing at the spikes and the torture rack. "Remind me to install one of these in my apartment if we ever get out of here!"

"That doesn't...hurt?" Trudy said, wincing timidly.

"Please!" Winona said, with a pixie-like delight. "I've gotten piercings in worse places."

Trudy started to whimper. Not only was the sandwich torturing her but now she had bad mental images of her friend at the Piercing Place at the mall. "Oh mummy. Please get me out of here. I promise I'll never leave a bad Yowl review for a restaurant again. Even if they put two pickles on my hamburger instead of three."

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The sound of leather leather stretching screeched in her ear. And suddenly, she saw her gothic friend standing over her with a smile. "Winona!" Trudy exclaimed. "How in the world did you get out of that dangerous device?"

The gothic held her hand to her mouth. "Actually, I wasn't hooked in too tight. I could have wiggled out at any time I wanted to. I'm bone thin. Remember?"

She quickly untied Trudy, but before they could escape from Devillia's patented Dungeon O' Doom, Trudy narrowed her eyes. "If you could get out at anytime, Winony? Why did we wait so long?"

The creepy goth rolled her eyes skyward. "Let's just say that my ex couldn't thrill me in half the way that could."

Trudy turned green and held her tummy. "It's a good thing I didn't eat that sandwich because I think I'm gonna be sick!"

Winona placed a consoling but icy hand on Trudy's back. "Don't throw up yet. We're so close to escaping."

Trudy nodded. "You're right!"

The two girls tore through the hypno dungeon basement, up the spiral stairwell and into the mayor's well kept foyer. The front door was ready to be opened and they'd be free, but they heard a loud groan from up stairs.

Trudy and Winona looked up. "Raven..." they both said. "Should we save him?"

Trudy thought deeply, which was tough for her. "I know Mina kinda led us to being tortured and chained up in a washed up politician's basement. But we did agree to saving Raven with her."

Winona had a drop of drool in the corner of her mouth. Her fawning eyes looked like they could turn into a pair of red hearts. "I'm happy Mina introduced me to a real life torture rack! She's an even better bestie than you are, Trudy."

Trudy sighed. "Fine. Let's just save him and get outta here."

The two crept up the bedroom stairs and into the master bedroom. Raven was still in a hypnotized coma, rocking back and forth on the bed. Trudy frowned. "He looks like he ate some bad chinese food before he went to sleep."

Winona nodded. "Or an awesomely spooky night terror."

The two were deep in thought when suddenly, a gruff voice interrupted then.

"Hey, you archetypical girls! I see you escaped!"

Trudy and Winona turned around. There were two Aura guards. Their faces covered with skull mask helmets and full body armor.

"Hands up!" they said.

Trudy and Winona wondered how they'd ever be able to get out of this. "I can't believe this!" Trudy moaned.

Winona was a bit more chipper. "Hey at least they called us archetypes and not stereotypes!"