Summary: Santana's life has been hell. As a sex slave at twenty six she's gone through nothing but pain and suffering. But then something happens that changes her life forever. G!P Brittany.
I woke up feeling trapped like always.
Maybe that was because I am trapped...like always.
The cage I'm in is just enough for me to lay down, just enough for me to curl up to sleep. And it's just high enough for me to sit, hunched up, to get my daily shot.
Most of the time my brain is fuzzy, but not this early in the morning. I still have some of the drugs in my system, enough so that I don't feel like I'm dying, but not enough to stop my brain from finally working.
I found out about this a year ago and I always took the early hours of the morning to think, think of a way to get out. But I never had enough time and the drugs had messed with my brain enough to make sure that I could hardly form coherent thoughts even when I was mostly sober.
"Wake up!"
The voice boomed through the room and I sat up quickly. Most of my life spent in this cage made me an expert in reading voices and he wasn't happy today.
With blurry vision I watched as he walked toward me with a needle in his hand. He doesn't say a word but holds out his hand, and I stick my arm through the bars. Then he shoved the needle in my arm and shoots me up with just enough to make it to lunch.
"Three just this morning, five in the afternoon and three tonight."
It's the amount of men waiting for me today. The drugs made it just a little easier to hear the numbers, but it's only a little.
"You have thirty minutes."
He left and I felt dizzy. I had thirty minutes to prepare for the first visitor. He would come and help me out of my cage and then he would do whatever he wanted because it was possible.
I still had the bruises from a week ago around my neck.
With a fuzzy brain I fell asleep, not even bothering to try and stay awake.
And then everything changed.
Everything is possible. That's what someone once told me. There are so many possibilities if you just open your eyes.
I woke up, and I couldn't believe my eyes.
The bright light, the space around me...even the softness of a mattress beneath me.
Where the hell was I?
This is an alternate reality story for Santana. I have most of it set out but because of my history (short but still) with G!P, I was wondering whether you wanted to see that in here or not. Please tell me what you think?