You were kidnapped a month ago.

You were tortured, the things done to you were inhumane, you wouldn't wish it on ANYONE. You suffered and suffered. You didnt bother trying to escape, because you know everything would get worse.

Right now, you were in the backseat of your kidnapper's car, he was changing locations, because someone had tracked him down. He eventually went and parked in a road, in the forest. He told you to stay in the car. "Stay in the damn car." He said. He got out of the car, going inside the wooden cabin. When you knew you were out of his sight, you hurried, unlocked the car door and got out, running for your life. There was so lights ahead, so you ran as fast as you could.

After endless running, your legs tired, sweating, your mouth dry, you arrived at a neighbourhood. It looked like rich people lived there. You went up to the first door and started banging on it, sobbing "Please! Let me in!" You plead. After a few seconds, an old, sweet looking woman opened the door. "Please let me in" you said, sobbing. You were a mess, your clothes had holes in them, you were covered with dirt and sweat. Your hair was greasy and in a ponytail. You looked behind her, and it looked to be a family diner. There was 3 men at the table, they all looked at you. Then there was another man, who you would guess is her husband. You felt a little embarrassed, but you didnt care about that. "Oh, sweetie! What happened to you? Come inside and lets get you cleaned up, yeah?"

One of them looked to be the oldest, he was muscular, well dressed, black hair, and had stubble, he was wearing rings and a suit, drinking what seemed to be wine. His muscles bulging through his suit.

The second one was also well dressed, yet less than the first one. He wore a cardigan with straight navy blue pants and a belt. He was a brunette, and was also quite handsome.

The third one looked like those typical highschool playboys, he was wearing jeans and a tank top. He was blonde, muscular. He looked like he had different girls every night.