You and your friends were on your way across the country from California to Florida, currently in Texas. You were in the middle of nowhere, in a jeep with your friends. You had BPD, and the only single one in the friend group.

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You and you’re friends had gotten into a accident, hitting a cow that was in the middle of the road, a sheriff or atleast what you thought was a sheriff came and shot a motorcycle chick that was gonna rob you and you’re friends the the sheriff shot her…now you guys are in a cop car, with a cop that’s not real…of course there wasn’t anymore police in this dead town.

He drove to a big White House in the middle of nowhere, and he got out, and some big guy where a mask came, he was huge…looked insanely scary…expect to me

“What is that?”

Bailey asked in fear, as the man opened the door, then grabbing the chick quickly, Bailey gasping in fear. Then the sheriff said

“Well come on out…”

Hoyt said…which resulted in the huge man by the name of “Tommy” tying us all up…you were tied up in a basement, the biker chick was long gone, her limbs gone, hanging from the wall. You were tied to a butcher table, sitting on the ground