Hillbillies

After a moment the door is opened, bathing you in warm yellow light. A large heavily bearded man stands in the doorway, looking at you in surprise.

"It's some kinda filly," he speaks over his shoulder as he reaches out one massive paw and takes hold of your shoulder, pulling you into the cabin. You give a squeak of surprise but don't attempt to resist as he shuts the door behind you. There are two other men in the small cabin, each as big and bearded as the first, and all of them looking at you with speculative eyes. The cabin is grubby and smells of cooked bacon and male sweat, and you feel a slight prickle of unease as you look around.

"I got lost...and my car got stuck...I was supposed to go camping with my friends...and my phone doesn't work out here..." you stumble the words out, fighting down the nervousness you feel.

"So you out here all alone?" one of them asks.

"Yes...I was supposed to meet them...but the directions were confusing and I got lost...they're at a lake somewhere near here...do you know where it is..."

"Lotta lakes out here," one says.

"Yeah," another adds. "Lotta lakes. You out here all alone and lost and no one knows where you are, is that it."

"Um, yes..." you answer quietly, shivering from the cold and feeling your belly quivering with anxiety.

"Well, this just ain't your lucky day," the man who opened the door chuckles deeply, pushing you into the middle of the room as the other men stand and surround you, leers of lust on their bearded faces.