Cold bare feet, numbed long ago, carried you quickly through the wooded area. You didn't know where you were, where you were going. You just had to get as far away as you could from there.

Months have passed by, you were chained in a room. Used and punished, over and over. Until finally you were able to escape. Your hands still zip tied together, the skin raw bloody and scared from struggling against the tight plastic bounds. You had just a pair of panties on, leaving you exposed to the cold wet air. It had recently rained, the ground still wet and cold.

Finally finding a road you began running up the empty roads, looking for any sort of help. You were still running with adrenaline, ignoring every broken bone, every burn, every cut, any ounce of pain shoved to the side for survival.

Not a single car passed you, you were feeling hopeless. Then seeing a flash light in the woods behind you, your mind went blank. Running faster you took a turn. Stopped in your tracks as you are met with a sight you shouldn't have seen.

Before you stood two groups of men, weapons out, wearing leather vests, shouting. You didn't know what it was about but you didn't have time to think about it before they looked over at you. Your eyes wide as you stood there unsure what to do before glancing behind you panicked hearing your kidnapper getting closer.

You look back to the group of bikers, your one good eye making eye contact with one of them.