I woke up on a dirty floor, ropes wrapped around my wrists.

"Hello?" I screamed.

"Hello!" I screamed louder.

I couldn't remember a thing except being in the store with my Mom.

Mom?

"Mom!!!" I yelled, wriggling around.

My eyes adjusted to the dim lit condition. It was an old cellar it looked like. There was a box in the corner, like a large wooden cabinet with chicken wire for a fence window, with a mattress and sheet inside.

It smelled of dust, like after rain, and moss was growing on the walls. It was terribly cold down there.

I felt the cement floor on my bare body. Wait...

"What the hell?!" I screamed.

My clothes were ripped to shreds. My shirt had on large slice from my shoulder to the opposite end of it.

My shorts were completely gone so now I just had my black underwear on.

At first I thought I had been raped. But... wouldn't I feel pain?

I heard footsteps and I saw an old creep standing there with two buckets.

He set one down and some water splashed out. He set the other one a foot away from it.

"W-who-who are you? Where am I? Let me go! Let me go!" I tried to stand but my legs were tied together.

"Oh you're awake! Perdy' lil thing you are. Bubba chose a good'un!" He said, pointing at me.

I wiggled and screamed.

"Hush up."

I tried to untie my legs.

"Get yer' damn hands off that." He hissed.

I looked at his face. He looked familiar...

I gasped.

"You-you're Drayton Sawyer!" I gasped.

The Sawyers were a deranged family.

"And yer' Bubba's girl... thing." He made a disgusted face and then walked out just like that.

"Let me the fuck out! Where is my Mother!?" I screamed and kicked.

I heard more footsteps and a large shadow towered above me. I felt something solid hit my temple and I was out.

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I woke up, laying on the mattress in the cabinet, and my hands no longer bound. But the door was shut and locked.

I looked through the chicken wire mesh only to see the shadow looming over me with two smaller shadows behind it.

"Mom?" I whimpered.

"B... b... g.... nd..."

I shook my aching head.

"Bubb..... g..t... a... gir... nd.."

I opened my eyes to see a horrific sight.

"Ohhhh, who's this again?" The creep asked.

The one with the chainsaw shrugged quickly, looking to his right.

I felt my heart jumping out of my stomach and my adrenaline pumping.

"Bubba's got a girlfriend!" The creep bounced up and down, chanting that stupid shit.

"P-please..." I begged.

I looked into the killer's eyes. He looked.. embarrassed? He has emotion?

Is that why he's not killing me?

I saw him reach out to open the lock but his brother shoved him back, grabbing the lightweight chainsaw as he did.

"Either sex... or the saw, Leatherface." His brother held up a chainsaw.

I let out a small scream.

"Le-leather... f-face?" I gasped, trying to somehow earn more sympathy.

He looked at me and nervously fiddled with his tie.

Please, dear God, please.... show emotion any emotion!

"He don't wanna kill him, Drayton." The crazy one jumped up and down.

"Shut up, Plate head. Bubba, whatcha' doin'?" Drayton poked the killer's side harshly.

The killer shrugged, taking his chainsaw back.

"Yer not killing her?" Drayton hissed.

'Bubba' quickly shook his head.

"Oh thank God." I breathed.

"Leatherface, you gone soft." Drayton hit his shoulder.

Leatherface flinched.

"Just let me out!" I banged my fist against the cage as tears spilled out.

"Shut up!" Plate Head bounced around.

"Where's my Mother!?" I screamed.

"Are you hungry?" Drayton asked suddenly.

"Wha-"

"Answer me."

"W... sure, yes, starving, yes." I rolled my eyes.

"Plate head, go get'er some food. The fresh kind. Leatherface, stop... being fucking stupid." Drayton hit Leatherface again before leaving with that lunatic.

I was left alone...

Except with that killer...