Yelling... All I hear is yelling. It's the screams of me family being killed one by one. I never would have dreamed of this happening.... 

Not in a million years.I know that I'm next, but a bag is put over my head instead."Sorry, sweetie," said a dry voice before something struck the back of my head and everything went black."

When I woke up, everything came flooding back to me.That's right, my whole family was dead. My brother, sister, mother, and father... They were gone.I couldn't do anything because I was too weak. I had been frozen in fear and had just watched it all happen."Sorry you had to see that."It was the same voice as the one belonging to the person who had knocked me unconscious, but their tone was softer and smoother than last time.

"I tried to pretend I was still out so the stranger would hopefully leave me alone. My head hurt, my face sore, and my tooth felt broken.To my dismay, he pulled the bag off of my head and slipped something else over my eyes before tying it off behind my head.A blindfold."I'm keeping a close eye on you," the masculine voice said with a dangerous edge to his tone. "Don't try anything funny if you don't want to end up like the rest of your folks.

After that, I heard a door shut as he presumably left the room. Seeing now as a rare chance, I struggled at my bonds, hoping to somehow loosen the ropes that were tied around my ankles and hands. It hurt as it cut into my skin and soon the pain made me stop. 

 "What are you doing?"The voice sounded very angry and I froze, not realizing I'd been caught until now or even that the man had come back. All I wanted was to escape; I wished everything could go back the way it was before him. Hands were suddenly on me, pulling me upwards and laying me across a lap when suddenly, a loud smack filled the air and a sharp pain bloomed on my behind. With a soft cry of pain, I bit back the fearful, panicky tears that threatened to moisten the blindfold still around my head.

"Bad girls don't get cookies, you know," the man said. On his breath, I could smell the once delectable treats, but the thought of anything so pure and innocent being violated by this murderer revolted me.Seeing his job as done, he dumped me back onto the floor and walked out again. Even after he'd gone, I could still smell the cookies that lingered on the air.