Addie tried to look around, to see if she noticed anything familiar. It had been midday now and the sun was bright overhead. Her right eye refused to open due to the swelling. The sun shined down through the trees. An uncanny feeling came over her as she thought of those girls from the movies, like the girl from the Friday the Thirteenth and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She was unfamiliar with this place. Trees blew in the wind and the sound of the limbs of the trees were bewildered. She tried to hear other sounds nearby like a car or other sounds of humans but nothing, only Mother Nature surrounded them.

Keith unlocked the door, as he pushed it open it made a creaking sound of old wood and the hinges needed greasing. His footsteps were loud on the hard floor. He walked in and then down a small hall into another room. She tried to raise her head. The rooms had been dusky with very little light coming through the dirty smeared windows. The rooms smelled sour and the air was smothering of dusty cobwebs. He threw her on a bed. The dust that rose made her gag.

"Don't move, I'll be back," he said in a mono tone.

If her mouth had not been taped she would have told him to go to hell, but for the moment she would have to keep her thoughts to herself. She could hear him in the other room searching for something. His boots hit the floor and as he walked back into the room they made a loud clumping noise. He stood in the door way. Something was in his hand it made a slight clanging sound as it rubbed together. She then noticed as he walked closer to her that it was an old rusty chain.

"I hate to do this to you Addie." He was right next to her now. He pulled out a knife and proceeded to cut the rope from her legs. She began to kick and hit him in the hip, but he held her down. "This is why I have to do this." He opened a part of the chain that looked like a clamp of some kind and then fastened it back, wrapped the chain around the bed.

"If you can cooperate, I will untie your hands, but you must control yourself." He looked at her coldly.

Addie stared back at him in terror.

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

Reluctantly, Addie shook her head yes. Keith reached behind her with the long knife and cut through the rest of the rope letting her arms loose. They began to tingle for they had been tied behind her for several hours now and she was trying to move them now to get the blood flowing again. She obeyed him and lay very still.

"Good girl." He sat down beside her. "Now if I take this tape off are you going to be quite?"

She shook her head again.

He reached closer to her and pulled the tape away from her lips. With the force of the stuck tape on her swollen skin she screamed of pain. She could feel the hair and skin being ripped from her face. It's a wonder if her lips were still attached to her face. She covered them with her hands to make sure they were in fact still there, but when she looked down toward her hands, warm blood ran down her ice cold fingers. Her lips in fact were bleeding. It could have been from the tape but she remembered he had hit her earlier busting her lip.

"Have you lost your mind?" she screamed.

He held out his index finger and shook it back and forth for no-no as if she had been a two-year old. "You promised you would be quiet."

"Well I lied you jerk," she cried. "And you made a promise to me before as well. You said that you would never hit me, what the hell."

"Do I need to put this back on." He held the tape in front of her.

She shook her head as she watched with her eyes that he did mean business and he would do it if he had to, but yelled even more, "Why in the hell are we here Keith and why am I chained to this god forsaken bed?"

"This is our new home. I know you will like it if you would just give it a chance."

"And how long or we going to be staying here?"

"I don't know a week, a month, hell maybe years. How ever long it takes you to fall in love with this place and forgive me for bringing you here."

She became agitated; "I have a life, an office, a fuck'n job and patients that will be needing me. You can't make me stay here. I won't stay."

"Calm down. I called into your office, I explained that you were very sick and may be out for the whole week."

"And then what?"

"I don't know I will think of something."

She stared into his blood shot eyes and with an evil voice she hissed, "I hate you."

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way, because you will be here forever until you find a way to love me again." He stood from the bed and shut the door behind him.

She jumped from the bed and leaped toward the door, slamming hard into the floor, her foot ached as the clamp and chain tore at her skin. Since she was unable to reach the door she lashed out, "You son of a bitch; you're a dick you know that." She reached for a side table and picked it up, threw it and the contents it held towards the door. She shredded the pillows, it's insides fluffed and showered the floor under her.

He came back into the room; his face was extorted to the sight of the room. "Is this how it is going to be? You goin' to tear up our things?"

"These things are not mine." She leaped toward him and clawed his face, leaving three deep scratches on his cheek. Which just happened to be a big mistake on her part. For one because she was still chained to the bed and secondly she had no where to run too.

"You little bitch!" He punched her in the face causing the cartilage in her nose to break. She could feel the swelling immediately. When she went down to the floor he kicked her in the chest causing a few ribs to break. "If I didn't love you so much I would let them torture you like they do the rest of the little bitches."

She wasn't able to respond to him, he had knocked the breath out of her. Her body pleaded for him to stop. With the last blow to the face she was knocked out, again. What were the odds of her being knocked out twice in one day? He reached down and flipped her back on the bed. He walked out for a split second and came back with another rope. He secured both hands to the railing of the old iron bed. He would make damn sure that she was not able to go anywhere. The cell startled him as he was tying her up. He rushed to answer it.

"Hello."

"Hey this is wolf, we got us a youngn' here. Meet us at the usual place at dusk."

"Ya, I'll be there." He snapped the phone shut and tucked it back into the holder on his belt. He sat back for a few minutes and looked at Addie. She was barely breathing. Her hair was tangled, covering her face. He moved closer to her and moved it out of her way. Then whispered, "I gotta go, I'll be back shortly." He proceeded to walk out but then turned and smirked, "Now don't you go anywhere," he laughed eerily.

*****

The sun went down, he was now with the members of the cult. He wore a mask as well as the others. This was for pleasure but also their safety net so no one would really know who was who. Their faces were covered, their bodies bare naked. They chanted together. They lit the flames that circled around the young girl. They had found her hitch hiking. She was only sixteen, running away from home, seeking a new life. She had told the driver of the semi that her parents just didn't understand her any more and she wanted to leave Tennessee as soon as possible. She was willing to go anywhere, anywhere but here. But to her surprise she would stay in Tennessee. They would torture her. She would have wished she stayed at home.

She woke up to men prancing around her. Or were they some kind of wild animals, creatures that she had never seen before. She could feel the heat of the fire nearby. She could not understand the words that they used. She tried to rise up but her limbs of her body were tied, as she tilted her head just enough she noticed that her clothes were gone. She lay there naked, cold, chills ran down her. Her breathing came fast and she gasped as one of the men leaped onto her. His arms, no wings spread out above his head. Her eyes grew wide and she tried to scream out loud. She screamed for help, her voice echoed in the full moon sky above her. But all she could hear was the chanting and the crackling of the fire. She fought back the emotions. She should have never gotten into the truck. She could hear her mother telling her not to talk to strangers, never get in a car. But she didn't listen, she never did and now she knew her life would end here on the cold rock with fire blazing around her and these creatures torturing her body. The knife glistened in the flames; she saw it come at her again and again. But it didn't kill her, it tormented her. Each man had his turn with her. They lay in her dying blood. They felt the warmth of it gliding on their bodies. They felt her dying, her soul slowly escaping. The young girl that was so innocent, she was pretty and would have had a great life, except she found her way to them, it was a calling. They enjoyed her pleasure, her adolescent ways.

When they were finished, blood left splattered on their bodies and the job was done. It was not the first and it would not be the last. But the Eagle took the kill this time, each would have their turn and then it would start all over again.