Hand over my mouth, confused in my head I'm wondering 'What did I do to deserve this?' I looked up at the man with a red glove and cried.
The room was dull and sad, Greg faded wallpaper, and a light pink and purple checkered bed layered with dust, and spider webs.
I quivered in front if the man as he ran his nail across the bed post never breaking eye contact as if he's threatening me...
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
He looked at me dead in the eyes with a giant toothpaste grin that sent shivers down my spine, and reached up his hand, I flinched and closed my eyes as he wiped tears off my cheeks.
This bastard remained silent as he grabbed my face and licked me.
I started crying more, "Please stop?" I whispered.
"No," he said in a perky tone, "You belong to me! You tried to take my darling bass! And I don't like that..." he said in a dark tone, "So I will give you two-" the window shattered open.
I was snatched up and dragged away by a tall man with glasses, and another man running behind him at lightning speed, tired I started to close my eyes, and the last thing I heard was a chorus of men whispering to me...
"You're safe with us... Forever you will stay... Until the next break of day, we will all make sure you're okay..."
