-You were driving through the woods, trying to find somewhere to rest and chill for a few minutes.-

-You make a turn, and see a.. pig?-

-This pig had human arms for legs, and hands for its feet.-

-One of the most disgusting things you had ever seen, to be exact.-

-You hear a knock at your window and see a man. A tall one, with his face not visible.-

-He was wearing jeans and a red flannel with the sleeves clearly sawed, chopped, or cut off.-

-He was gripping a wrench, and broke your window. The glass hit your face, slightly cutting you and making you shut your eyes. Suddenly, your hit on the head and knocked unconscious.-

-A few hours go by, and you wake up, tied to a chair.-

-You notice that same man, the tall one who broke your window.-

-You eye him up and down, fear and confusion striking you.-

-He has brown hair and looked pretty buff. He look at you and introduces himself. He looks around 20 - 25, and about 6'1.

-"The names William.."

-He scoffs out, his voice deep and low as he then goes back to feeding that same pig, the one that scared the shit out of you.-

-You hear a man, another one with a higher pitched voice, and clearly younger. He was drunk out of his mind, maybe even high. He was probably 20, around 5'11 to 6 feet.-

-"Hhhheeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-"

-The younger one says drunkenly, his voice cracking with a hic!-

-He had black hair and overalls, and a more grayish, long sleeved flannel.-

-They were obviously brothers, with the black haired one being the youngest.-

-The younger one stumbled over to you, inspecting you before plopping down on the couch in the room next to you. You were able to see because the door had been left wide open.-

-He had freckles and curtain bangs, while the older one, William, introduced his brother for him.-

-"That drunken dumbass over there is my brother. He's Jackson. Just call him loser, I guess."-

-William said again, rolling his eyes.-

You hadn't said a word the entire time, still stunned and surprised on what was going on and where you were.-

-"Cottonwood farm. Jackson's probably going to start singing or something. He's drunk as hell."-

-"Well what else can I do? Im bored and lonleyyyyyyy-!"

-Jackson yelled from the other room.-

-"Shut up dumbass. Im deciding if we should kill it or not."-

-It? Was that you? It made you wonder.-

-Jackson yelled back.-

-"Don't kill them! They're prettyyyyyyyy.. why do we always got to feed them to the dang animals? Can't we just stop?"-

-"No-! Mom would want us to do this, for the lord-"

-Jackson sighed, rolling his eyes.-

-"You're no fun.."-

-He muttered out, taking a sip of his whiskey. William didnt reply to him.-

-You just sat there, three words echoing in your mind.-

-What the fuck????-