"If you don't let me the fuck out, I will r-r-r-rrrip you to shr-reds!" I scream.

The killer looked at me. He blinked.

"Wher-r-re's my Mom?" I ask.

The killer kind of looked at the ground and shrugged nervously.

"Why ar-r-re you doing this?" I whimpered.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and my stomach roared with hunger.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember....

We were shopping I think. And...

It's all blurry. Somehow we got in trouble with these brothers and then I was in here. I remember Mom throwing rocks and dirt at one of them.

I opened my eyes and "Plate Head" was towering over me through the chicken wire. I let out a small scream and hit my head on the top of the wooden box.

"Ow!" I groaned.

"Here's yer dinner!" The creep laid the plate on the floor.

I looked down and then back up at him.

"I'm locked up." I raised my eyebrows.

He gave a creepy chuckle and unlocked the door.

I saw he had a chain with him. I creeped out on my hands and knees and sat up and stretched my aching body out.

He grabbed my ankle, making me yelp and yanked me so hard I fell on my back.

"What the hell?!" I snapped.

"Shhhush." He hissed and yanked me closer.

He put a collar around my neck that's for a dog and tightened it so I felt the rough leather rub at my skin.

He hooked one end of the chain to my collar and the other to a peg in the cement ground.

"Now Bubba. You watch her. Make sure she don't get out." The weirdo jumped around.

Leatherface made a grunting noise and sat on an old chair.

I watched the creep leave.

I looked down at the plate. It had steak but in a weird shape.

Basically, I was their pet... their dog.....

An animal...

I threw a small tantrum and screamed loudly.

"Let me out!" I screamed at the killer.

His eyes looked... sad. Almost sympathetic. But also angry and psychotic.

He motioned to the plate on the ground with my food.

"What?" I shook my head in frustration.

He pointed again.

"You want me to eat?" I hissed.

He nodded slightly and kept his gaze on me.

I snorted and took a bite. It didn't taste like any meat I've had. It tasted good and tender though.

"Is this horse?" I ask, looking at him.

He hesitated before shaking his head.

"Oh. Is it like... beef? Or-r-r-r any type of cattle?" I took another bite.

"Leather" shook his head.

I shrugged and ate until the meat was gone. I couldn't even stand the chain wouldn't allow me to. It wasn't very long. Just enough so I could go in the wooden box to sleep and get out and drink from that bucket.

"Please. Tell me wher-r-r-re my Mom is. That's all I want to know." I spoke softly.

He seemed to listen better when I spoke soft.

I got an idea.

"I r-r-r-r-really love her-rrr-r. She's all I have, Leather-r-r." I stuttered, not being able to pronounce R's very well without lots of effort.

He put his chainsaw at his side on the floor and studied me with dark eyes.

"Come her-r-re." I motioned with my hand.

Leather hesitated but did as I said and got up. He took a few steps close to me and got on his knees to be eye level.

"My Mom is the only on I tr-r-r... trust. Please. Tell me wher-re she is." I whispered.

Leatherface looked at me and then took the plate that held my food and held it up to me.

"I don't want anymor-re food." I said, annoyed.

He pushed it closer to me.

"I don't want any!" I said louder.

He grunted and pointed to the crumbs on the plate.

I put my hand over my mouth and stared.

He's not saying what I think he's saying.

"She wasn't..." I whispered behind my hand.

Leather put the plate down and got up and grabbed his chainsaw.

"You didn't...." I said.

He looked to his left and shrugged.

"You fucking disgr-r-r-race to this planet! You and your-rrr brrrrother-rs are sick in the head! Hear-r-r-r me? Sick. In. The. Head!" I lunged at him but the chain held me back, choking me. I coughed and spit on the ground.

His eyes were sad. More sad.

Well I was angry.

"You killed her-r-r! You tr-r-r-ricked me! You fucking piece of shit!" I screamed loudly.

Leatherface stood up and stood by the door.

"Why? Why! I fucking hate you!" I spit in his direction.

He started his chainsaw. Oh shit.

He lunged towards me, bumping his saw against the cement causing sparks to fly up, burning my bare legs.

"Ow!" I cowered back until my back was against the wall.

"I'm sor-r-r-r!" I screamed as the chainsaw came closer.

He stopped it.

Leather looked at me and turned his chainsaw off.

I could've swore he whimpered before turning away and opening the door. He left and I heard him lock it.

I sniffed and crawled inside my box like a some dog...

I laid down and tried to get comfy despite the chain.

This is gonna suck...