A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short. It was more of an intro chapter than anything. Hopefully, this one will be longer.

Disclaimer: Still don't own HM.

under-my-umbrella – Thank you so much for the great review! I'm glad you like my story!

.o.o.o. – Miley would not normally follow a strange guy to a strange place in a normal situation. But, this is not a normal situation. Her secret identity is jeopardy, and if she doesn't go with this guy, the whole world will find out.

Last but certainly NOT least…

Flame Rising: I have seen this same review many times before on other stories. How can I, or any one else for that matter, take you seriously if you do not explain what problems you have with my story? And, I should feel honored that I got a review from you. I don't care that it's a flame, because as far as I've witnessed, you don't leave anything but flames! So, thank you for reading and enjoying my story, and I'm glad you liked it. Have a nice day! )

"Tracy, have you seen Hannah?"

"No, Jake, I haven't. Why, has she gone missing?" Asked a confused Tracy.

"No, well, yes, I can't find her and I've looked in all the bathrooms and bedrooms."

"Maybe she wasn't feeling well and decided to go home." Shrugged Tracy.

"Without me?" Jake asked, looking kind of hurt.

"She probably wanted you to stay and have fun."

"Oh…well, I think I'm gonna go anyway and check on her. Thanks for the party Trace, it was great."

"No problem, Jakey. It was great talking to you. Hey! MOTHER! I told you to leave an hour ago! Sorry, Jake, I must go." She ran over to her mom. Jake just chuckled and left.

When he got to Miley's house, her dad was outside waiting for him.

"JAKE!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Where is my daughter? I told you to have her home by 10! It's now 10:30!"

"You mean she isn't here?" Asked a puzzled Jake.

"No, why would she be? She was with you!"

"No she wasn't! Well, she was at first, but then I couldn't find her and Tracy told me she probably went home cuz she wasn't feeling too well or something!"

"Well she's not here! Where could she have gone?"

After they had called all of Miley/Hannah's friends, they still couldn't find her.

"Where could she be?" Thought a very emotionally distraught Jake.

Miley was waking up. She felt kinda light-headed, and she didn't know where she was. She was on a dirty, old mattress.

"So Sleeping Beauty finally wakes up, eh?" Miley looked up at her captor.

"Who are you?"

"That's for me to know, and our baby to find out. But you can call me… Dave."

"Baby?"

"Yes, baby. I want a baby from you, Ms. Montana slash Ms. Stewart."

"Why are you doing this to me? Is this some kind of sick joke? Or nightmare?"

"Oh no, Ms. Stewart, this is real. Now, I think we shall get started on this baby business." Dave said, as he advanced towards her.

"No… please, stay away from me!"

"Not a chance." He seethed as he pinned her down and continued to unmercifully rape her. When he was finished, he just smiled and forced a kiss upon her then smacked her across her tear filled face.

"We'll keep doing this for a couple of weeks when I get you a pregnancy test. Hell, we'll keep doing this until you get too ugly and fat to screw!" He said with a laugh before walking out of the room. The only thing Miley could do was cover herself up with the ratty old blanket she saw on the floor and break down into sobs. After her little break down, she got up, ignoring the pain in her private areas and her sides, and walked around the room trying to find a way to escape. She tried the door. It was, as she expected, locked. She looked around for a window or large vent. There was little bit of light trickling through a dirty window that was pretty high up. She found a rickety old chair and pushed it against a wall so she could see out the window. She could see a lot of grass, then a driveway, and an old red car.

"I'm in a basement…" She whispered to herself. All of a sudden she heard a big crash behind her and the door to the basement flung open. She gasped and…

A/N: And that's where this chapter ends. I will update either later on tonight, or sometime tomorrow afternoon, hopefully.