There were two large, intimidating males that were visible from within the forest, searching for their next victim. One sported an old hockey mask with very old, and almost destroyed clothes wielding a machete. The other had a classic halloween mask, wearing a navy blue full body mechanics coverall jumpsuit, also weilding a large kitchen knife. They were searching, but you didn’t know for what. All you knew was that you probably didn’t want them seeing you.

"Why are you here?" Michael asked coldly with his voice muffled through the mask. Jason looked at the person on their knees with curiosity, but remained silent. They knew that forcing information out of someone wouldn't be hard for either of them.

Both men looked at each other, not sure how to proceed with this. Then, suddenly, Jason's massive hand came down on the person on their knees, grabbing them by the neck roughly. He squeezed tightly as Michael closed in, looming over them threateningly. "You don't have much of a choice," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Both men slowly began to unbuckle their pants, revealing thick bulges beneath the fabric. They leaned in, forcing their crotches into the person's face as they held them steady with one powerful arm each. Jason hissed through gritted teeth, "Now tell us why you're here." His sweat smelled of death and decay, mixing with the cold night air. Michael simply growled, "Tell us now."

Michael laughed darkly, his breath hot against the person's ear. "And what made you choose this place?" Jason asked coldly, tilting his head slightly to the side as he watched the person squirm in his grip. There was no mercy in his eyes; their pupils were contracted slits.

Both men chuckled darkly, shaking their heads slightly. The silence of the forest was almost eerie as they held onto their prey, waiting for them to speak. Jason cocked his head to the side, studying the person's face carefully before he asked slowly, "Do... do you have any idea what this place is?"

Meanwhile, Michael leaned in close, breathing hot air across the other's cheek as he waited for their response. "You should be careful with your words now," he purred menacingly. "Because either way, we are taking you back to our friends."

"Perhaps," Jason said through clenched teeth, not taking his eyes off the person's face as they squirmed beneath his grasp. "But if you don't tell us what we want to know, it won't matter." The cold air from outside seemed to wrap around them like a thick cloak, sending shivers down their spines despite the heat emanating from their bodies.

Meanwhile, Michael licked his lips slowly before leaning even closer, so close that their noses almost brushed against each other's skin. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "They'd make you sorry for anything you ever did in your pathetic little life." He laughed darkly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the person's spine.

As they led the person deeper into the forest, Jason glanced at Michael with a raised eyebrow before asking casually, "How many people have gone missing here?" His voice was almost conversational, as if discussing the weather or the latest sports game.

Michael chuckled darkly, shaking his head slowly. "I lost count long ago," he replied, though it was hard to tell whether he was joking or not through the muffled sound of his voice. He looked down at the person they were holding, studying them for a moment before continuing. "But don't worry too much about that now."

"They won't even notice when we're done with you," Jason said calmly. "We've been doing this for a long time." There was no hint of emotion in his voice, only a dark resolve that made the hairs on the back of their victim's neck stand up. The two of them continued deeper into the forest, leaving behind any semblance of civilization and progressing further into their twisted world.