His words haunt me, I know what it's like in there but being paid attention to would be a leap of change. Maybe I can get some information on them before I die.
"This world is not meant for you."
Finally I speak softly, "Why? I might as well know before I'm left to starve to death."
The man chuckles, almost sounding sympathetic, "That's the spirit!" He takes a long ponder on the road and eventually says, "Well look at you, you're pathetic. In all seriousness we are here to break you. At the beginning you weren't so quiet, but now things have changed. I see that as a big step for everyone."
"Why me? Just me-"
He cuts me off, "Shut your mouth or I'll make you. We're here."
The car screeches to a stop and in all it has only been a few minutes since we left. My eyes blink up to the road and see nothing ahead but dark creepy wilderness. It gives me the shivers like it did the first night I was out here. Something strange is in these woods and it is not human.
For the first time I take a glance at the man next to me in confusion. I catch him taking something out of a plastic box that was in the center console. He dumps some liquid from a vial onto a rag and shoves it in my face. 
The panic that sets in is purely horrifying as he smothers me with the rag. The smell of the liquid is putrid, making me need a breath. My neck becomes stiff and my eyes droopy. The lack of air reminds me of drowning, making me grab his arms and tear my nails into his skin.
This only makes him push the ran into my face more, putting so much pressure on my nose that it throbs. I get woozy within a matter of a second and feel my brain slipping away from me. The last thing I do is let my hands fall from him, in dead weight. 
****
"WAKE UP!"
Right as I jolt awake a forceful hand strikes my left leg causing an unintentional scream. I don't dare look up, trying to calm my shaking. I hear the man turn off the vehicle and open his door. As he walks around to the passenger side I try getting my eyes to focus but everything is blurry. My eyelids keep drooping and I get confused on what's happening.
I don't recollect myself until I'm getting yanked up the steps of a building. The rain behind me comes down just as hard and I can feel the coldness wash over me again. Thunder claps in the sky making me flinch against the man who's now holding me over his shoulder. 
My eyes catch glimpses of the interior and memories resurface of the horrors that depress me down to my very soul. The tears well in my eyes and drip down my cheeks. I hear them splatter to the floor as well as the raindrops that swelled inside my clothing so quickly.
My chest heaves from the pain that has rushed through my body and I'm bawling so hard that every part of me tenses. I cry into the man's shoulder feeling his warmth, it's almost comforting yet terrifying at the same time. I never thought I wanted that feeling until this moment, but I won't ever get someone to keep me warm.
"Hey you!" The Hunter calls to another, "I've got the girl! Speak the news. I need the head man right away!"
The other person sounds relieved, "Yes sir!" I hear him go running off to some unknown area. His footsteps are so loud that they eccho through the old building.
I sob even harder, making my breathing worsen and the time to pass like a snail. Eventually I'm taken through a doorway and into a room I've never been in before. It's stuffy and small, with no sound other than the man's footsteps. He drops me down on a chair so fast that I almost loose my balance and fall out of it.