This Is Not Happening (Far Cry 3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

My eyes slowly opened up as I heard dogs barking and people talking. I woke up on the ground, in a cage. I wiped my eyes and my face from the dirt, I was still sticky from Leo's blood. I looked at my bloodied hands... so that wasn't a dream, that wasn't a nightmare, I actually did that. I really killed those men. I crawled up to the bars of the cage and looked around. Noticing that I must've been in some kind of camp, huge camp... The place was full of cages,  there were people in these cages, nobody I knew however. I didn't have my bag with me. Looking around some more, and I saw there were more men wearing red, some had vests on, most of them had masks on their faces.

"Where am I?" I asked myself as I stared at the men, noticing one of them looked a little differently, dressed differently. He had a mohawk, his face wasn't covered, he was telling the others what to do and when to do it. Could this man be their boss? I then put my hands on the bars of the cage, shook it a little bit... I don't think there's a chance of me breaking these bars without a weapon or anything. How do I get out of here? What are those men going to do to me? What do they want from me? Is there any way of getting out of here?

"HEY!!" A loud voice boomed on my right side. I jumped a little and saw one of those soldier guys walking towards my cage. I crawled back a little bit as he squatted down to my level.

"No touching the fucking cage, pretty girl. It isn't your turn yet." It isn't my turn yet? What does he mean? Now I thought to myself that I had to options; One was to obey what he was telling me and not touch the cage, just sit where I was and not do a thing... or two which was to kick the cage and see what he would do. But should I do that? Will he hurt me? Probably. He looks like he would. A part of me wants to instigate. But I'm not in the best position to do that. All I did was stared at him. He then stood up straight and walked away, mumbling to himself. I noticed in the corner of my eye, three men were laughing and talking, one of them pointed at me. I swallowed hard, hugging my legs. I need to get out of here.

I then stood up, looking around for a way out, behind me was a fence, a pretty tall one. No holes in the fence or anything. After I made sure nobody was looking my way, I put my hands on the bars once more, and began pulling on them, pushing, repeating. Nothing was happening, until I heard a crack. I started to do it more, and more, and more, then it sounded like it was coming off... but it didn't feel like it. Thats when I felt two hand on my shoulders, pulling me away from the bars and out of the cage. I fought against who ever was holding me.

"No! Help! Let go of me!!" I yelled, fighting the man who is dragging me farther from the cage.

"Hey, cut the shit or I'm going to cut you up. Stop it!" They demanded. I didn't stop, another guy came over to us, he helped his friend carry me into a room. In the room was a chair, in front of it was a table and a camera. I clawed at one of them and held onto the door frame, he then pried me off and I was thrown onto the chair. One of them quickly took out tape as the other held a gun to my face, making sure I didn't try to escape. They taped my arms and legs on the chair. I noticed behind  the men was my bag also on the table.  They didn't tape my mouth, they just walked away from me as another man walked in. The man with the mohawk. I shuddered a little, he was a lot scarier looking close up then across the camp. He looked at me and smiled before looking to the other two.

"One of you guys can stay in here, the other can go fuck off." He said in a slight spanish accent. And with that, the one on my right walked out, the other went over to the door and leaned against the wall as he crossed his arms. This has to be their boss. The boss then walked over to a chair on the other side of the room  and dragged it over, making loud screeching noises as he did so. He then set it down and took his seat right in front of me.

"Hey there, girlie. How're you feeling? Had a good nap?" He asked as he stared at me. I did the same, he could tell I was freak out. I didn't say anything in response, I just looked at him. He chuckled and shifted a little in his seat.