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The problem with running aimlessly is that I have no idea where I am. I’ve been turned around, and I don’t even know what direction I came from.
Fuck.
I didn’t even know I was near… crop fields.
When Irina drove us to the house, I was blindfolded, and the journey took hours. I don’t fucking know if she drove in circles to mess with me, or if we’re no longer in the same area.
Double fuck.
Trick or treat
Tonight you’ll get beat
Trick or treat
Tonight you’ll feel the heat
Trick or treat
Trick or treat
Trick or treat
The voices I haven’t heard since… since… nope, not thinking about what I did in that bathroom either. And I’m definitely not looking down. Just hell to the fucking no.
“What do you want from me?” I scream into the darkness.
I know it’s stupid. I should focus on getting the hell out of here, and not let stupid, distorted voices bait me.
Taking my own advice, I run into the field closest to me. I try my best to look where I’m running since I’m only wearing stockings that aren’t doing a fucking thing to protect the soles of my feet.
Trick or treat
Tonight you’ll get beat
Trick or treat
Tonight you’ll feel the heat
Trick or treat
Trick or treat
Trick or treat
The rustling nearby could be from the wind, but with the voices following, I’m not willing to bet on it. So I pump my arms even faster, not even stopping as I put more distance between myself and whoever is following me.
As I reach the end of the field, a startled scream is ripped from me as a spotlight—or farm light—casts its unforgiving and harsh light on me, momentarily blinding me.
“There she is. Our main entertainment of the evening.” I recognize Rusty’s voice. “You all have your betting slips and can cash them in after the last Brawl is over.”
Arms close around me, pulling me forward until I’m thrown into the middle of a ring with people gathered around it.
“Let me go!” I scream. I kick, claw, and spit at the men holding me down, but it’s no fucking use.
In my desperate attempts at getting free, I unintentionally look down and see the limb attached to the otherend of the handcuff. It’s a grotesque sight, especially since I took more than the hand, and I wish I hadn’t seen it at all.
The fingers are… and there’s… some of the nails are missing… no. No. Don’t think about it. Just look away and pretend it isn’t there.
