Iíd never imagined those tortuous Hostel movies were true. Turns out, I was sadly mistaken.

It was my first night in Budapest, and Iíd asked the clerk behind the hotel desk to recommend a restaurant. Big mistake, I woke up, naked in a cage.

Until now, I wouldnít have believed some sickly twisted pervert would actually pay a hundred thousand Eros to brutally torture a beautiful tourist to death. Of course, at this point, it hardly matters what I believe. Tonight, I am that beautiful tourist, and Iím really going to die for some rich old bastardís perverted amusement. The obscenely twisted part, he just likes to watch. Pumped full of Viagra, he intends to stand there, jerking off, watching as the executioner tightens the garrote, slowly and painfully torturing me to death merely for his sadistic amusement, lucky me...