Phil's POV
My fists clenched and my palms began to sweat as Dan's father opened his door and made his way around to my side of the car.
He muttered something inaudible to himself before violently yanking the door closest to my feet open and wrapping two large hands around ny ankles.
I bit down on the cloth in my mouth to keep from screaming.
My body was jerked across the seat and onto the ground, my head hitting the car window as I fell.
"You're in for it now, fag."
He growled as my body was dragged across the wet, cold grass.
I tried to gain a sense of where I was by listening to the sounds around me. I heard birds chirping... no sounds of any kind of car besides the one we had just left. It was very cold still, but the snow seemed to have melted on the ground beneath me. I had almost no sense of direction, which didn't quite help the situation. Where the fuck was I...?
My thought were cut off by the sound of... maybe... splashing? Water! I was near a body of water!
I didn't have much more time to analyze my thoughts, as the ground beneath me had suddenly changed to what seemed like... wood...? A musty smell entered my nose.
Suddenly, the cloth was yanked off of my head, allowing my to see my surroundings. Heart still throbbing, I saw Dan's father sitting in front of me with a crazed look in his eye. Even through the dim lighting in what seemed to be a cabin, I could see the evil smile spread across his lips.
"It's time for a story..."
He whispered.
