It Hoyt that snatched you up. You were walking home and the town sheriff picked you up, he offered to give you a ride home. He didn't take you home, he took you to his home. You noticed that this new route was no where near your home and fought against him, he ended up bashing your head into the dashboard and let you bleed.

He hauled you into the house and Luda seemed happy, she sat you in a chair, tied your wrists and ankles to it and began preparing you for dinner. She brought out her makeup kit that was barely touched and some old dresses from when she was just a girl.

You came to when she began wiping all the dried blood up off your face, a damp, warm washcloth rubbing away everything, preparing your beautiful face for the makeup. You looked around and saw a very big man standing in the doorway. A leather mask covering the bottom of his face, his curly hair a mess, and dried, bloodied clothes on his body.

He stared at you as his mother fixed you up. Luda looked to him and then you with a smile. "I ain't never had no daughter before," she says. "Aunt she pretty, Tommy?" Luda asks. She thought you were a girl, oh the disappointment shell feel when she realizes you're not one.

Tommy looked to her and nodded slowly.