Jon's pov
I groaned, and before I opened my eyes, I smelled something horrible.
It was like someone was melting crayons on a cast-iron oven with moldy wood.
I fully opened my eyes and saw

"WAKEY WAKEY! It's time for supper," a female voice shouted.
I saw sitting at a table, with disgusting looking food all over it.
Sitting at it were also four people. They looked like humans, but.....different
A man with tan skin and brown hair gobbling up some gunk with razor-sharp teeth. His black tank top looked like he just finished rolling in mud.
Sitting next to him was a woman in a blue dress with messy brown hair, she had duller looking teeth and was laughing.
Next to her was a boy around 19 or 20. Brown hair and stitching under his eyes that we're two different colors one green one a pitch-black he was giggling and staring at me like he wanted to......do things.
And the last one was an elderly man in a white and red sweater in a wheelchair. Maybe the guy's father.
"Eat it's good," The woman shouted.
The boy then started laughing like a mad man.
"CLOWN BOY WOULDNT KNOW GOOD IF IT HIT HIM" he then threw a plate at me. He missed, but it startled me.
"Charles!!" The woman shouted at him. The boy, Charles seemed violent.
Then he tried to grab something across the table, but then the man grabbed his left hand.
He grabbed a knife, and he stabbed Charles and sliced his hand clean off.
"OH OLD MAN NOT AGAIN!!" Charles shouted in anger.

AGAIN!!!!
The man got up from his seat, grabbed a......meat? Kabab and walked over to my seat.
"Excuse me, Mary," He said, walking passed the woman.

He raised it to my mouth; I tried to block it, but I realized I was tied up.
"Come on," The man standing over me muttered.
The second it touched my mouth, I gagged and almost threw up.
The kabab fell out of my mouth and onto the dirty table.
Then Mary started freaking out.
"He's not eating it jack. He's not eating it!!" she screeched.
"SHUT UP," Jack shouted back at her.
"I made it for him!!" She shouted, and then Jack kicked an empty chair at her.
"Get out of here!!" He cried, and she storms out of the room, yelling that I was a horrible man.

Then jack grabbed a knife from the table.
"This was supposed to be a VERY special feast!" he muttered.
He was about to throw the knife into my eye when.

I heard a phone ring from a distance. Jack then stopped.
Charles looked annoyed and got up.
"I bet it's that cop again!" He shouted in anger.
"Pigs," Jack muttered.
Both of them then left the room, and I was alone with the grandpa.
"Who are these people?" I ask him.
He didn't answer, but he blinked, so I know he's alive.