Love Train

 Daniel idly flipped through the TV channels, waiting for something enjoyable to flip on, when suddenly an advertisement for a show he had never seen before: 

"People all over the world, join in for the hottest new show of the summer. Love Train!" 

Images of sandy beaches, bikini clad women, tiki bars, and little umbrella drinks flashed across the screen, chitzy "Caribbean" music that honestly sounded like it was just made in the same factory as Caribbean music quietly droned on with the images, cutting to a picture of a modern train running on its tracks. 

"We took sixteen hot and heavy young studs and locked them all up on a train heading to Lovesville!" 

Further images of sixteen conventionally attractive white people (and of course one black guy for "diversity's" sake.) laughing and drinking martinis.

"Each week a different one gets voted out, leaving only one couple left!" 

The commercial cuts to a shot of the passengers forcing another one into a thick brown canvas sack. Screams can be heard from inside as they force open the door on the train car and hurl the unfortunate soul underneath the train car to their death.

"Let me tell you things are getting quite 'steamy' in here."

Further images of horrid violence as the passengers descend into further acts of violence and depravity. Stabbing each other, crying in the corner, rolling around in their own filth etc.

"Check in on Fridays at 6:30 And we'll see you on the Love Train!" 

Daniel clicked the TV off, he heard his wife calling from the other room.

"Anything on the TV today honey?"

"Eh, same old same old, nothing new today."