"Send me where?"
She didn't answer. Again, tape was placed over my eyes and mouth (I figured I wouldn't have any skin left the next time they pulled it off), some sort of sack was placed over me, and a bunch of hands carried me through the house again. I tried to squirm and get away somehow, but all I accomplished was smashing my head against several door frames again.
I heard someone start a car, and I figured out I was dumped in its trunk. Right away, it started moving.
I wanted to think it was a good sign that they hadn't killed me yet, but the woman had also talked about me being like seafood and chickens, so I was worried that my time would run out eventually.
The car suddenly turned, and I tumbled across the trunk, smashing from one side into the other and back again. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, the car rode at high speed across a rough surface. We weren't on pavement any longer, and now I was repeatedly bouncing up and down into the trunk lid and onto the floor.
I felt like a rag doll after a while. I was bashed around for probably ten minutes until the car suddenly stopped.
I felt like I was covered in bruises.
I was still blindfolded and tied inside the sack when they popped open the trunk. Two pairs of hands lifted me out and threw me to the ground. They removed the sack and then ripped the tape off my eyes and mouth again. The pain was even more intense this time, and I felt more blood pour from my ripped skin, but I was grateful to see again.
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"Are you going to kill me?"
The man with the red beard laughed, "Why would we kill you?"
The other man cut the ties off of my ankles and wrists. My feet and hands were still numb, though, so I couldn't get up right away.
I remembered what the woman said, "Because I'm food?"
The man with the grey beard laughed now, "Not for us!" He leaned in close to me and took a good whiff, "But I'm sure they're going to come running!"
They laughed together this time, got back in the car—an SUV, actually, and drove down the dirt road in a cloud of dust, leaving me alone.
I stood up, finally free after over a day held captive.
But where was I? And who would come running?
My t-shirt was in shreds, my shoes were missing, and the wind was picking up. I wrapped my arms around my chest to warm myself against the cool breeze.
I gazed around, unsure of which way to go.
I was food—that was clear. But for who—or what—I had no idea.
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