Kidnapped by Cannibals

Brought to the Farm

I finally woke up after what seemed very like hours. My hands and ankles were tied up with rope extremely tight. My mouth covered in duct tape. At this point I was crying. Not only because of how much pain I was in, but because I was scared for my life.
"I hope she is awake by now." Wait. I know that voice. That was the voice who had interviewed me at the bar.
Charlie.
The truck had come to stop and I heard the door open and slam. I pretended to be asleep hoping nothing would happen. "I know you are awake sweetheart." Charlie said sweetly. I opened my eyes and scooted away from him as far as possible which, wasn't that far. Charlie climbed in the truck and picked me up bridal style carrying me to a farm. He banged on the door and waited. A young man who I'm guessing was about 18, opened the door. Charlie carried me into the living room and sat me down. Soon, the man who opened the door, Charlie, and another boy who I'm guessing is the brother were all sitting staring at me. "If I take the tape off, do your promise not to scream?" I quickly nodded my head. "Cause if you do there will be serious consequences." Charlie came over and ripped the tape off making me scream out in pain. Bad move. I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek and I then realized Charlie had slapped me. I practically could already feel that bruise slowly forming. "What did I just tell you!?" Charlie boomed in my face. "Well maybe if you hadn't ripped the fucking duct tape off my face, I wouldn't have screamed you fucking idiot!" I lashed out, venom dripping from my voice. Once again, I felt the same stinging sensation I had felt moments earlier. "We do NOT, swear in this house." Charlie lashed at me even angrier. I lowered my head, not because I was close to crying again, but because I knew that I was close to screaming. "Looks like someone outta' teach her a lesson ain't' that right Elijah?" The boy who had opened that door said, smirking at me with a devilish look in his eyes. The other teenage boy, who I had just learned name was Elijah, took a few steps towards me with a wide eyed look. He slowly lifted his hand to caress my cheek as I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me." I spit, tears flowing down my now tear stained face. "Why don't you take her upstairs to the bathroom so she can clean up before she cooks hm?" Charlie had said softly to Elijah. For the first time since I had arrived, he spoke. "Uh, Y-yeah s-sure."