You can't really remember how many days its been since they took you. It was one night your parents were out with your grand mother, taking care of her as she had fallen ill. One night you were left alone, and they broke in, threatened your life, took your dignity, and took you away.

It wasn't always horrible, Hoody is funny, and Masky always likes to bicker. You three were on the road, travelling off the grid, away from any police. They only took you because you were pretty, and they needed a punching bag.

They used you for your body. You're only 18, and you were a virgin when they met you. Not anymore.

But no matter how hard you try, you can't bring yourself to hate them. You just can't. You started to love the rough affection they gave you. They satisfied you. You had grown slightly masochistic after a while.

Today, you were driving down an empty farm road in the middle of no where, sitting in the back seat, knees hugged to your chest. Not even an hour ago, Masky had gotten angry about something, and decided to use you to get out the anger. Sure, it felt good but now there was a bruise forming on your cheek bone from where he punched you. But your legs were still shaking. You couldn't help it, the pleasure he gave you was out of this world. So here you sat in the back seat, in nothing but one of hoodies shirts, and panties.

Hoodie was always nice to you. Sure, he had his moments, and sure he was very consistent in just needing you to spread your legs for him once more. At least that's how he put it. But other than that, he always gave you aftercare, and affection. So it was a win.

Masky was driving, smoking a cigarette. His mask was off for once. Hoodie was sitting in the passenger seat, ranting about something random. Masky was in a good mood, thanks to you.

"But that's basically why. It's a cinematic masterpiece." Hoodie rants on about some obscene horror movie.

"Mm." Masky acknowledges Hoody's ranting, but doesn't reply. Hoody was always so energetic.