“The Underworld awaits. Tomorrow, two of you will enter the Cave of Echoes. One will return. The other… will face the Banquet of the Damned.”
The celebrities are blindfolded and loaded onto a rickety wooden fishing boat. The sea is rough. Vicky immediately vomits over the side. Dimmy screeches, “This faux leather is vintage , you animals!” “The Underworld awaits
She climbs in. The lid closes. Darkness. The leeches wriggle. Dr. Elias watches clinically: “Her heart rate is elevated, but she’s using deep breathing. Fascinating.” Vicky screams once—a guttural, theatrical shriek—then surfaces with the key in her teeth. She spits it into Theo’s hand. “Someone light my cigarette. And get me a martini. I don’t care if you have to invent it.” “The Underworld awaits. Tomorrow