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Way Back Home

I can feel a car moving as I awoke. I was in the back seat with a group of men. Two in the front and two in the back with me.
"She's awake." A man yanked my hair for me to look at him.
"Let go of my hair." I calmly said trying not to express that I am in pain.
"Don't tell me what to do." The man pulled my hair harder then let me go.
Where is Greg? I looked around without moving my head and saw no sight of Greg. Could he be in a different car? There is a car right behind us that could mean that Greg is in there.
"Where are we?" I asked and relaxed myself.
"Well, someone isn't afraid to ask questions." The driver looked at through the small mirror.
"Not really." I looked out the window.
"Well you should be. The fact that you are never going back home." The man giggled.
The only way to get answers out of someone mouth is to show no fear.
"Okay." I responded trying not to panick.
"Okay? Ha! She's a keeper. Boss is going to love this one." The passenger laughed.
We drove into a factory far away from town. The factory looked all beat up, but was incredibly huge.
"Come on girly." A man dragged me out of the car as I struggled to get on my feet despite that my hands were tied behind my back.
I got up and the man behind me was grabbing me by my hair.
"Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I am going to freak out because you are grabbing my hair." I smirked.
"Who asked you?" The man slapped me.
I looked away and held in the tears. My face was hot and red. All these men were wearing black leather jackets with a logo on it. The logo was a dragon. Strange.
"We have a girl and a guy. What do we do with them now boss?" One of the men pushed a button to speak through the speaker.
"10 floor." The boss responded.
Holy moly there are 10 floors in this factory? Well, whatever their clandestine is they must really not want anyone to know. We walked into an elevator and I am starting to worry for Greg. Where can he be?
"Stop the elevator!" A man in blue rushed to the elevator.
"Bill, next time, be on time!" A guy slapped the guy in blue.
Greg! He's here. He walked in and didn't give me eye contact. He had bruises on his face and neck. What did they do to him? The elevator began to move down at a fast pace. 5 minutes later, we hit the bottom floor.

"Move it!" A girl dressed in white grabbed my hair and sat me down onto a chair.

"You aren't going to get far." I cut the silence.

"Shut up!" The girl slapped me.

I cried in silence from the pain and looked down at my toes to hide my tears.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"No questions! You remain silent until you are told to speak." The girl snapped.

Say it don't spray it lady. Out of no where, a loud speaker turned on and a male spoke.

"You may release them."

Release me where? Greg was the first to stand up and they drew him down a garbage disposal! NO! I was next and I was thrown down the disposal as well. I landed on a piece of cushion next to Greg. Well, we weren't outside. We were in another floor. Our hands were still tied and there wasn't anything nearby us to cut us loose. We were in a blank white room with nothing, but cushion.

I ripped the rope by stretching it with both arms and I helped Greg get loose.

"We are never getting out! There are a bunch of floors in this building." Greg panicked.
I slapped Greg across his face and told him to snap out of it. The ceiling leaked and the there were rusted pipes. I could really use a drink.
"Follow me." I walked pass Greg.
I looked around and grabbed a dirty flash light. There isn't much to describe about this floor. All there is are hanging chainsaws and pig meat sewn onto the ceiling. That's odd. Wait, is that what has been leaking. Eww!
"Maybe we should camp out somewhere. I am sleepy." Greg rubbed his eyes.
It was getting cold meaning it was getting dark out. I saw a window and rushed towards it. I banged it and banged, but it wouldn't break.
"Bulletproof glass. Don't even try to break the window. Let's play a game starting tomorrow. Get some rest. I will explain the rules tomorrow. Sleep tight." A woman on the speaker spoke.
I lied down next to Greg on a sack of hay. We tried to sleep and these dirty rags weren't keeping us warm.
"We will get out. Trust me baby." I cried as Greg told me those words.
I smashed my face onto his face and slept quietly.