I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was nowhere near home.
A few minutes ago I was picked up by this little boy with red-brown hair, who told me he wanted to play with me. He led me into the woods, saying that his friends were all inside and we should play together.
So I followed him.
I didn't have many friends back then, hence I was rather eager to join him.
We walked deeper and deeper into the woods, but I couldn't see anyone apart from the both of us.
Where were his friends?
Where was he taking me?
At last, we came to a small log cabin, and a blue pickup truck parked beside it.
"Go on in," he said, cheerfully. "My friends are inside. I've got something to do first, so I'll join you a little later."
But the moment I stepped into the cabin, the lights went off and I heard the door slam shut behind me. Panicking, I ran to the door, banging and pulling and yelling all at the same time, only to realize it was locked.
"Let me out of here! Let me go! Let me--"
"It's no use. Once it's locked, you can't get out."
I turned around and I saw, behind me, were about four little children, all nearly the same age as me.
"W-Who are you...?"
They hesitated, exchanging glances with each other.
"We don't have names," said the blond one. "But we were lured here, just like you."
"How do you get out of here?" I asked.
Silence.
"You can't." The boy standing in the corner replied. "He locks us all in here, and the only time we even get to see the light of day is when he opens the door, just a little, to give us food."
"But we never get to see his face," the blond one said.
"Who is this man?"
"We don't know."
"But we need to get out of here! We cant just--"
"If we get out, where do you think we can go to? We're in the middle of the woods."
"But if we find a way we can--"
"Even if you do get out, his dogs will track you down."
"What--"
All of a sudden, I felt my hands being tied together.
"His little redhead boy forgot to tie you up, didn't he? We'll do it for you now, so don't you worry," an Asian boy said as he grasped hold of my wrists.
"Wait! What are you doing? Shouldn't we be finding a way out of--"
"Who ever said anything about getting out?" The blond smirked. "Didn't I tell you? There's no exit here."
"No--"
The Asian boy held my head down as the blond stepped on my stomach. "You've got a pretty face, so things may get a little interesting from now on, don't you think?"
"Sto--?!"
"We can't have you shouting so loud, now can we?" the smallest boy said, as he covered my mouth with an iron grip.
I twisted and turned; I tried to yell, but my sound was muffled by his hand on my mouth. I couldn't move my hands or legs - they were tied. I didn't know what was going on. It was nearly pitch dark, and yet I could see their faces so vividly.
I turned to the boy who standing at the corner. He was the only one who hadn't done anything to me. I thought he could stop his friends.
But I was too naive.
He looked straight at me, smiling. He let his pants fall. At that moment, I knew what he was about to do.
"Go on, hurry. I want to do it too," said the blond.
The boy didn't say anything, but instead, he kept walking towards me.
"Hurry up already!"
I could feel my insides bleeding. I gasped in pain, but no one seemed to care. He just kept driving it in deeper.
The last thing I remembered was how brutal I thought he was, before everything went black.
