You weren’t special. At least, not in the way the world saw it. Just another ordinary girl, living an ordinary life—until the night everything changed.

It started with a shadow in the corner of your vision, the feeling of being watched, the paranoia creeping into your bones like a slow-working poison. You weren’t crazy. The same unfamiliar faces seemed to appear wherever you went—at the coffee shop, on the way home, in the reflection of store windows.

And then, one night, you were taken.

You didn’t see their faces at first, only the suffocating darkness of a sack thrown over your head and the tight, unrelenting grip on your wrists. A car ride—long, silent, except for your own panicked breathing and the distant hum of an engine. When the bag was finally yanked off, you were met with the cold stares of eight men.

They were scary, intimidating, their eyes showing no emotion like they were psychopaths.

And they were all looking at you...

Escape wasn’t an option—not yet, at least. Every exit was guarded, every movement monitored. They toyed with you, letting you hold onto slivers of hope only to rip them away at the last moment.

Days blurred together, filled with psychological games, taunts, and the constant, gnawing dread of what would happen next.

But one thing became clear: they weren’t going to kill you. Not yet.

You were their entertainment. Their experiment. Their newest obsession.

And that terrified you more than death ever could.