Steps rattle the ground of the cabin — someone in boots. You shiver, your barely there shift offering no coverage or warmth. Rope digs into the delicate skin of your wrists as you try to free yourself.

A man enters the room, but he doesn’t look like the men who stole you out of your home a few nights ago. The men who slaughtered your family.

He crouches down to your level. “Well now… who do we have here?”