Disclaimer: I do not own The Last House on the Left. The rights belong to Wes Craven.

Warning: Please do NOT read if you are squeamish. Focuses on torture, violence, and rape. NC-17

"I kissed a girl, and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chap stick."

Katy Perry's voice rang out in the car, as we drove down to the drug store. My friend Alex and I had been lucky enough to get away from our parents for the first time since we had been coming up here. Alex and I had been best friends since I can remember, and so had our parents. They got this crazy idea a few years back to buy a cabin is some small, undiscovered town. They said it would be "relaxing".

We had spent the past few hours begging and pleading with our parents to let us have a night to just ourselves. There was supposed to be a storm later, so they told us to just stay at one of the motels in town if the weather got too bad. We were only seventeen, so it was a big deal to us.

"Free! At last!" I yelled.

"Just concentrate on the road, Lisa," Alex said sarcastically.

We were driving my parents' Mercedes GL450. They had reluctantly agreed to let us drive it to town. We were cruising down the narrow street as we neared the drug store.

"Why did you want to come here anyways?" I asked Alex.

"Hey, we want to have a fun night, don't we?"

"I guess," I replied hesitantly. "What do you mean by 'fun' exactly?"

"Oh, come on, Leese! I just want to find someone to buy some pot from."

"What?" I had never done drugs before, and I knew Alex hadn't either.

"It's something we have to try eventually. Why not now?"

"Because it's illegal, and we don't even know what we do with it!"

"Well, my friend said that the locals around here sell pot near the drug store. I'm sure they'll show us what to do," she looked hopefully up at me. Alex was only four foot eleven, so she looked slightly up to me at my five foot one. Needless to say, we were rather small for our age. I had short blonde hair that went down to my jaw bone, while Alex had long auburn hair that went down past her waist.

"Fine," I said finally, "but our parents better not find out about it,"

"Don't worry, Lisa. They will never know. We will just go to one of the motels tonight like they said. It will be fine."

We went to wait outside the drug store for some shady looking people who could sell us drugs. It took a while, when Alex spotted a kid wearing a hoodie looking very nervous. We walked over to him slowly.

"Hey," Alex said when we were within earshot, "you know where we can get some, uh, stuff."

She clearly had no idea what she was talking about, but he seemed to understand what she meant.

"Yeah, what are looking for?" he asked, sounding slightly on edge.

"Do you know where we can get some pot… sorry what's your name?" Alex asked smiling at him flirtatiously. Alex was always a giant flirt, and sort of a renowned slut back home, but I she was my friend anyway.

"Justin," he said looking around as if making sure no one was listening.

"Alright, Justin, so do you have any pot, or no?"

"I do, but its back at the motel I'm staying at with my Dad."

"Cool. We are going to be staying at a motel tonight, too. Maybe we will just stay there," Alex said coolly.

"Okay, do you guys have a car?" He asked looking very uneasy by this point.

"Yeah, it's over here," I said, pointing to the parking lot.

"Oh, and I'm Alex, by the way. And this is Lisa."

"Wow, nice car," Justin said, trying not to seem impressed by the Mercedes.

"Oh, thanks," I said, "It's my parents' though."

We drove in silence for the five minutes it took us to get to the motel.

Alex and I went to check in, and Justin said he would meet us in room 11. We got room 9, so were only a couple doors down. I felt uneasy staying this close to a drug dealer's room, but Alex assured me otherwise.

We went over to Justin's room after dropping off our back packs. He opened the door, and looked around cautiously. He let us in to reveal a messy room with two beds, a closet and a bathroom. There were clothes strewn about in every direction, and beer bottles scattered all around the floor.

"Where's your dad?" I asked, looking to make sure no one else was there.

"Oh, he's out with his girlfriend and my uncle," he said quietly.

"Is this like a family vacation?" I asked.

"Uh… yeah, something like that," he replied vaguely. I shrugged it off as he began walking around the room looking for the pot.

"Here we go," he said after a few minutes of searching. He took the plant out of a baggy and rolled a joint.

"Awesome," said Alex.

He lit it and took a drag. He offered it to us, and Alex grabbed it. She inhaled once, and started coughing. She gave me a thumbs up, and handed it to me. I looked at it for a second, but then decided against it.

"I'm good," I said lightly.

"Come on, Lisa," Alex begged, but I wouldn't budge.

"Look, you guys have fun, but I'm good. Really."

"Fine, more for us," Alex laughed as I gave the joint back to Justin.

We were in there for about an hour before I heard the door open. We were all laughing, when two men and a woman came in, looking very serious. I recognized one of the men. He was tall, about six foot three, with a mustache and goatee. I couldn't place it for a few seconds, but then I remembered a new article I had seen that morning:

Vicious criminal escaped from police custody late last night. It is said that this man is armed and extremely dangerous. He had been charged with rape and attempted murder, but is now being charged with the murder of two police officers. If you have any information on this man, please call your local police department.

Below that headline was this man's picture. My heart stopped beating for a second. Justin looked as terrified as I must have looked. Alex still did not get what was going on. She was smiling brightly at them, but they looked so sullen, that her smile began to fade.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys were going to be home so early," Justin said to the man that was on the front page of the paper this morning.

I could barely even breathe.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?" he asked impatiently. The door was still opened and this gave me a glimmer of hope.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Justin said weakly, "This is, uh, Alex and Lisa," He said gesturing to us. I tried to give a small smile to show him that I had no idea who he was or what he had done, but I couldn't manage even that. Alex must have realized that we were in deep shit, since she too looked frozen.

"Guys, this is my dad Krug, his girlfriend, Sadie, and my uncle, Francis," Justin took a sharp inhale. I could tell that Justin was almost as terrified as we were.

I was about to speak when Krug stepped over to the window, and looked out.

"Only one car in the lot," he said smirking, "Is it one of yours?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded as he looked back to us.

"Nice car for such a young girl," he said, as he shut the door, and slid the lock into place.

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