The car came to a sudden halt. My head knocked against the window, causing me to jump. I heard some chatter in the front seat before a door swung open. I could hear the side door open and a hand grabbing my shoulder. Before I could resist, I was pulled out of the car by a very strong force and ended up being shoved onto the ground.

I didn't know where I was. I didn't know who I was with.

My hands were tied behind my back and my eyes were covered over with a blindfold. I could hear the yelp of another girl as she was dragged out of the vehicle and end up being thrown down right beside me. My ears picked up on her quiet weeping. I tried to stay strong and show my bravery, but deep down inside I was frightened. Trying to remember what happened before this predicament is hard when you're brain is fogged up. I can remember bits and pieces, but that doesn't help solve the whole puzzle. For the first time in my life I felt powerless. I had no control over the situation. And this is what worried me.

I remember I was taking an early morning stroll through the park alone. It was quiet. No noisy kids out to cause a racket. No dogs barking and chasing me around. Just a peaceful day in the park. The birds were out chirping a catchy tune and the wind blew a cool breeze through my hair. I breathed in the fresh air through my nostrils and released it out my lips. None of my friends were available until the afternoon, so my entire schedule was changed. The next thing I know before I even left the park was someone sneaking up behind me and whacking me over the head with a metal object. And that's when I blacked out. When I regained consciousness, I found myself here. But where is here exactly?

I tried to slip out of my restrains. Struggling to loosen the knots. Wiggling around and squirming like a worm. But my attempt to free myself was unsuccessful. To no prevail, I was stumped. Having to lay here on my belly and listen to the girl beside me sob was depressing. I pitied her. Even though I should be worrying about my own safety, this mystery girl sounded like she's been through more hell than me. I wonder how she got into this mess. Probably the same way I did. Only question that remains is, why us? Is this some random kidnapping? Or do we know the person responsible for it? Are we being held captive over nothing? Or did we do something that flipped someone's life upside down? I don't know. The amount of possibilities to choose from was ridiculous.

"Get up!" I heard a gruff voice say as I was hoisted to my feet. I nearly stumbled over trying to steady my balance. My body was sore and I felt lightheaded, but I tried my best to fight through the aches and pain. My unfortunate partner screamed as she was pulled up. Fighting and hollering. I think she fought back. Trying to make one last attempt to escape. Perhaps she was doing that all along. She sounded so weak and broken. As though she was with these guys for a longer period of time than me.

"She nearly bit my fucking finger off!" One of the men trying to hold her down howled. The girl was pushed back onto the ground and simultaneously kicked by this furious man. I shuddered as I heard her moan in agony. They weren't a friendly bunch that's for sure. I'd have to be on my best behavior if I didn't want to be placed in her position.

"Waste her." Said another voice much calmer. "She's been nothing but trouble this whole trip. Put her out of her misery."

"We're only the delivery boys. It's not our call to pull the trigger. Even if she's a nuisance, we don't kill. They can get blood on their hands if they want, but we're keeping our hands clean. Got it? "

"Fine...but you think they'll keep their end of the bargain still?"

"What do you mean? Of course they will. We've been doing this for like how many years now?"

"Well, after what happened in Massachusetts, they've been acting quite shady around us. We should be cautious with them."

"The Massachusetts incident isn't our problem. I don't know why you're connecting that to us. It's their fault for letting the sheep out of their pen without a Shepherd watching."

"Just make sure you have your gun equipped. I don't want to take any chances if things go down south."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Will talk about this later, okay? Let's just get them inside the cabin first."

"You know. This girl seems more easier to control. She isn't wild like that other one."

"Better to tame her than a rabid animal. Least she knows not to show any tongue or nails." The furious man said as he dragged the beaten girl by the legs across the ground like she was a heavy sack of flour. The calmer man tugged me by the sleeve, indicating me that it was time to move. I was led down into what I think my surroundings were a forest. Walking along a dirt road. Pushing my way through bushes, avoiding trees and climbing down a steep hill. Until I was told to stop.

"We're here." The furious man whispered into my ear. He brought me to my knees and unfolded my blind. When he removed the handkerchief, I felt a gun pointed at the back of my head. The furious man told me not to even dare turn around or he will shoot. Just to keep looking forward and nowhere else but what was straight ahead of me. I was looking at a rundown cabin. It was old and in horrible condition. The windows were smashed, the door was hanging off, the steps were creaking, the roof looked like it was about to collapse and the walls were burnt and had fungus growing around the perimeter. If the outside was disastrous, I could only imagine how infectious the inside was.

"Welcome to your new home, girls. I hope we made your accommodations very suitable for your comfort and delight. Because you're going to be staying here for a while. Until pickup arrives. But who knows when that'll be." The furious man chuckled.

Without warning, the furious man swung his gun down hard on my head, knocking me out cold. I was then dragged into the cabin like a dog being pulled on his leash. The horrors that awaited me were slowly poking their heads out one at a time.