"Mistress Santana! Mistress Santana! Claire is escaping!" Rachel shouted from out of the kitchen window. The Latina whirled around to give Rachel a fierce glare for speaking out in front of her guest before she registered what the short girl had said. Turning back around, she saw Clair's skinny figure bolting towards the fence.

"Stop her!" Santana yelled towards the oblivious guards. Their heads snapped towards their boss, and then on the fleeing slave. One of the two guards charged Clair, only for her two deliver a swift kick to his crotch. The large man went down, groaning in pain, and Clair pulled the same move on the other guard, sending him to the ground as well.

Santana would have laughed at the two men on the ground if the circumstances were different. Meaning if her reputation as a slave owner wasn't at stake. And now to make matter worse, both the Fabray and Hummel carriages had pulled in.

Seeing that Mr. Anderson had already decided to help and run after the slave, Santana hurried after him, doing her best to look calm and collected. When she looked back again, Ms. Lopez realized that her other two guests had joined the chase.

Clair did her best to block out the pain in her muscles, but it was still slowing her down drastically. A small burst of hope pushed her further as she realized she was closing in on the fence. Daring to glance over her shoulder, Clair saw that the guards had rejoined the chase, as well as Ms. Santana's guests.

Clair finally reached the fence and used what was left of her strength to pull herself over. Just as she expected her feet to touch the ground on the other side, she felt a fierce tug on her shirt. Her feet dangled inches above the ground and she snapped her head to the side, thinking that one of the guards or even Santana had caught her. Instead, she realized that her shirt had caught on the top of the fence, trapping her.

Santana slowed down when she realized her slave was caught on the fence. What are the odds? She thought to herself. The guards had slowed down as well as her guests, who now all stood beside her. The Latina relaxed and worked on catching her breath as she slowly approached the wannabe runaway.

Claire felt her heart start pounding even faster as she struggled to tear the shirt. She couldn't imagine what Ms. Lopez would do to punish her, but she really didn't want to find out. The girl felt like a rabbit, trapped in a snare with the hunter walking towards it. Santana was closing in, and Claire fought against the fabric harder.

Santana and her entourage eventually reached the fence. The two guards quickly circled around to the other side of the fence and pulled the frantic girl off of the fence. She fought against them as hard as she could, though her energy was almost drained. Clair fell still as the two large men hit her with forceful punches.

"That's enough." Santana said quietly as soon as she figured Clair had been beaten enough. The teenager now had blood running down her face from both her nose and forehead, as well as a blackening eye.

"Do you want your whip?" One of the guards asked, squeezing one of Clair's arms as he pulled her up. The other guard took firm hold of her arm as well.

"No. Not the whip. I want you to erect a wooden pole in the middle of the west field and tie her to it. No food, no interaction, for three days. You are not to go back to it. I will take her enough water to ensure that she lives." The Latina came up with the idea after a few moments of silence. The guards nodded, though a bit puzzled, and then drug Clair away.

After the slave had been taken away, Santana turned back to her guests. "I'm sorry for the interruption." She said, smiling at them. She would have been much more furious if they had been business partners, or her parents. But these people were her friends.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with a little excitement before dinner." Kurt Hummel said. The rest of the young adults chuckled and then started back towards the mansion.

Dinner was filled with laughter and stories, as well as good food. When the meal was finally finished, the friends sat around the table, talking calmly.

"So Santana, what made you purchase such a…wild slave?" Blaine Anderson asked as he took a sip of his wine.

"Well, as you know, I like a challenge. And she's strong; one of my other slaves informed me that she worked without a break all day. She just needs to be broken, and I'm sure a few days out at the post will do it." Santana said, sipping at her wine as well. Mercedes poured more of the alcohol into the wine glass and Santana nodded at her.

"What kind of work does she do?" Quinn asked. She had noticed that the girl had been wearing worker's clothes.

"She's a laborer. Came from a work camp." The Latina explained. She wondered what Clair would have turned out like with the proper training.

"That's a shame." Kurt noted. Everyone else at the table nodded in agreement.

Eventually Santana's guests started to depart, vowing to have dinner again soon. Once they had left, Santana went into her study. She sat in the expensive, soft chair beside the large window, and let her thoughts take over. She thought of Brittany and how she had tried to escape once. Her punishment hadn't been near as harsh as Clair's, for Santana had already been starting to fall for her. The Latina suddenly decided to push the thoughts of the deceased blonde out of her head, and turned to the window.

Santana watched Clair out the window. The sun was beginning to set, and she could see the girl, hands tied behind her around the pole, on the knees. She was still as a statue, and her head hung low. Santana had heard about this form of punishment from a man she had done business with once, and found that it was the perfect time to try it. But there was another reason she had chosen that form of punishment. Santana Lopez knew that she wouldn't be able to whip the girl herself.

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