The stranded stranger

The location

        Scared, panicked, angry, all these emotions are taken for granted, Yet they are the most used. I woke up pretty quickly, but when i did it was to late to get help, We were already gone, and on the rode. The doors were locked and there was nothing that could help me get out, except for a distraction, of course. I faked a heart attack and almost immedilty the stranger looked back and told me to stop, i kept breathing quickly and squirming around, He or she finally pulled over. She (yes she) pulled me so close to her i could hear her breath and look into her eyes, it was like looking into her soul, but i kept acting, but somehow she knew, but we were in public so she told me to stop while grinding her yellow rotting teeth, but i did not and she got in the car and drove to the woods, i was freaking out, but tried to stay calm. I looked around the destination, and it looked eery.
      
She violently pushed me out of the car, struck me to the ground and other people came running around, forming a circle as if it were a splinter group, or a Satan worship. They looked at me strangely and i gave them the same look back, because they all looked like zombies as if they were taking cared of very poorly. I almost felt bad, but then i relised i was kidnapped and the guilt was snatched away from me almost instantly. The women began hitting me, over, and over again until blood dripped from my mouth onto the cold ground. They soon all joined in on the beating, saying " WE SHALL HAVE SACRIFICE.' My eyesight was going hazy, My head was getting banged onto the ground, making me having a concussion. My mouth was dripping blood making me taste my own blood as i lye there, almost lifeless.  I thought i was going to die, and i could not believe that this was how my life was going to end, everyone wondering where i was, having no funeral, not getting to say goodbye. I began to have flashbacks of me as a five year old happily playing on the swing, my parents pushing me, we were happy. And now? everything went to hell. I thought i was dead until i woke up hours later (i asume) The strangers sitting around a bonfire looking at me with soulless eyes, they looked lifeless. Maybe they were since they decided to beat up a little kid.

I looked around, struggling to keep, my eyesight being as poor as a edelry mans, my knees shaking constantly struggling to get up. My face numb from getting hit so many times. For some reason they let me get up. I was scared to walk around, but i did. I picked up my speed and ran. Even tho my legs were tired, even tho everything was numb, even tho i felt like death, i ran. all the strangers immedililty ran after me, I just then noticed they all  had sweat shirts saying "ACF' on the front and back. before i could look any closer, or gain any clues, i was knocked out, again but before i did, i let out one scream that left shivers on your spine, crying for help, struggling for air.