Chapter Three
The blood was the first thing Claudette noticed while laying on the floor. On the floor and along the walls of her prison. A small room with a locked door. She briefly remembered how she ended up where she was. Waking up in the woods, a short walk, and a hit to the head. She felt a small cut on the back of her head.
Claudette crawled to a corner of the room and sat with her legs to her chest and her arms around them. She lowered her head, and began to cry, unable to remember anything else but her name.
After a moment, she heard someone walk to the door, and then the door slowly unlocked. A young man with black hair stood by the door. Claudette looked at him with fear in her eyes.
"P-please let me go..." Claudette said.
"We need to go. Come on." The young man said.
"Who are you?" Claudette said, getting up to stand.
"Jake," he said.
"Claudette..."
"Come on, Claudette," Jake said. He extended his hand out, and Claudette took it. He led her outside the small room, and Claudette saw what Jake had rescued her from. A wooden table soaked with blood, unknown meat hung by hooks, and various cutting tools.
"Oh my God..." Claudette said.
"Don't look. Come on." Jake said.
Claudette and Jake walked through a door leading into a large room with metal rails separating into rows. An exit on the opposite side of them.
"Where they herd animals to..." Claudette began.
A tall man appeared at the exit. The man had a disfigured face, twisted into anger. He wore dirty clothes that barely fit him. And he held a hammer and chainsaw. Jake noticed an open window to the side.
"Window!" Jake said.
Claudette and Jake ran through the room, trying to reach the window. The disfigured man started his chainsaw and began chasing them through the room, sparks flying when the blade connected with the rails. Claudette and Jake were now close to the man. He pushed the chainsaw through the railing and cut Claudette's right arm. She screamed in pain, but Jake pulled her to the open window. He helped her through and followed after her. As they traveled through the cornfield, away from the slaughterhouse, the disfigured man screamed.
