Miles of Stolen Souls

When a fraternity prank turned terrible, I found myself in a snowstorm on a back road somewhere about four hours from the frat house. Blindfolded, during the entire trip, I was lost and disoriented when we stopped to let me out. I had no idea where they left me. Worse yet, they didn’t tell me which way to walk to find the college town. The horizons were black, so I walked in the tracks in the direction we came.
It turned out to be Hell Night for my Pledge Class, and everyone decided Miles payback would be to spend the night as a Pledge for treating me as a captive. So he stripped naked and took his bare ass paddling like the other pledges then began a week of frat house chores.
I wasn’t the only young person taken prisoner by these guys, but only the second to live to tell about it. The other was their daughter since neither knew which was her biological father. She ran away so often when she could; her dads paid a local junkie to keep her and maintain an addiction program that would keep her.
After a few weeks of brutal treatment by the frat brothers, we dumped him in a local ghetto to eke out a living. His surprising return to the college town had hardly changed him. He was determined to exact revenge on me for all that went wrong in his life, and he knew to hurt me; all he had to do was capture, Maggie.