Five strangers trapped in an elevator. Twenty-seven square feet of confined space. A phone that won't stop ringing. An alarm that won't stop wailing. A weekend that won't end.
Each stranger has their own dirty little secret, but only one possesses a thirst for revenge so deep and so dark that they'll descend into the darkest of depravities to see it satiated. It's no coincidence that they're trapped, and no accident that help isn't coming, but no matter their fears or anxieties, none of them can anticipate just how dark things will get . . . or how quickly.
There are worse things in the world than simply being trapped in an elevator - and that person is standing right behind you.
BITCH IN THE BOX is a claustrophobic death trip of extreme horror, splattered and smeared about the inside of an elevator. It's freaky, morbidly funny, and extremely dark - a grotesquely good time that's neither for faint hearts nor weak stomachs. Come, step inside, push all of the buttons if it makes you feel better. We won't be going anywhere, but you're still in for the ride of your life.
