Santana slowly opened her eyes, and winced as pain shot through her body. She was laying naked on the floor. Bite marks were all over her body and she wasn't sure if she could stand up, or even walk. She knew it was bad, but she wanted some of those drugs they had been given her. They could make the pain stop.

She heard footsteps approach her and she blinked and tried to focus. It was Mistress. She roughly jerked Santana on to the bed, and pushed Santana's legs open and kneeled down between her legs. Santana whimpered and closed her legs. Mistress slapped her thigh firmly.

"Don't make me go get Big Daddy to hold you down." She snapped. Santana knew another person would make the situation worse, so she lay there with silent tears rolling down her face as Mistress explored Santana's body.

To her relief, when she was done, Santana was given more drugs and she floated in and out of consciousness. She tried to put her thoughts on Brittany, but it was becoming harder and harder. It was easier to embrace the emptiness.

She had been sleeping for about an hour, when she heard the door open and heard several pair of footsteps. Her vision was blurry but she could see at least eight teenage guys and they were laughing and high fiving each other.

It was going to be another bad night.

…..

"I swear it was her. I've known Santana since we were kids, it is her. I know the cell phone picture is blurry, but please, you have to check it out. They are doing awful stuff to her." Artie pleaded with an unconvinced cop.

"Yeah, dude. Even if it isn't her..which it is…what they are doing is illegal and degrading." Puck jumped in and the cop rolled his eyes.

"Are you guys done? I have more important stuff to do." The cop said and stood up to walk them to the door.

"Please, just listen to us." Artie pleaded.

"Go home kids, go home." The cop said and shut the door. He watched the boys walk sullenly out of the station. Making sure they were out of sight, he picked up the phone. "Big Daddy, we got a problem. 2 kids have spotted your new girl and they came tattling….uh huh…I won't report it, as long as you let me have a night with this girl…uh huh….see you then."

Santana didn't know what day it was or what time it was. All she knew is that she ached all over. That group of guys had been particularly rough.

She heard the door open again and she grimaced. She looked and gasped, it was a cop. She started crying in relief, someone had come to save her.

To her surprise, he leaned over and handcuffed her to the bed. He groped her and then she felt a jolt through her body…he had tasered her. What in the world. He laughed and pulled down his pants.

"Am I lucky I am the cop your friends reported this to. Anyone else would have rescued you, but I have a taste for young girls. Luckily Mohawk and Wheels didn't have convincing proof, cause tonight you are mine. Buckle in, it's going to be a long, rough night." He laughed again.

Santana was shocked at this turn of events. This was some sick cop. But Puck was looking for her…and Artie of all people. After everything with the whole Brittany thing, he cared enough to find her. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope after all. Than the cop entered her and she wasn't so sure after all.

…..

Brittany was in the shower, letting the hot water run all over her. Artie had just left her house. He told her an edited version of what was going on. Brittany could tell there were more details than he was telling her. She let out a sob as she thought about what was happening to the love of her life.

As she shaved her legs, she felt a wave of hopelessness go through her. The cop hadn't believed the boys. Santana was stuck in a place that might as well be hell. They would probably have their way with her and then kill her, which was more than Brittany could bear.

Her tears ran down her face more freely now, she was getting to the point of hysterical. As she went to put the razor down, she stopped and looked at it, and started cutting deeply on her wrists. What was the point of living if Santana wasn't going to be in her life?

…..

Quinn had been out for a run, which was the only way she knew to handle with such emotional stress. She couldn't sleep; she'd wake up in the night trying to catch her breath, worried sick about her friend.

She realized her run had taken her to Brittany's house. She had been stopping by at least once a day to see Brittany. She thought for a moment, and had a nagging feeling that she should stop in and see Britt.

She knocked on the door and no one answered. Quinn quickly found the spare key and entered the house. It was quiet—maybe they were gone. She heard water running, and walked upstairs. Brittany appeared to be in the shower. Quinn entered her room and sat on Brittany's bed waiting for her friend.

It was too quiet, she didn't hear any sounds from the shower-no bottles rustling, no sobbing Brittany. Something wasn't right. Quinn knocked on the bathroom door, no answer.

"Brittany, are you ok sweetie? " No answer. Quinn hesitated for a minute and then walked to the shower and pulled back the curtain.

She screamed and felt herself sinking to the floor. Gasping to catch her breath, she checked Britt's pulse. It was still there, but faint…and she was losing a lot of blood. She fumbled in her pocket for her phone and dialed 911.

As Quinn filled the dispatcher in on the situation, and as she heard sirens coming towards her, Quinn felt a despair forming in the pit of her stomach. First Santana missing and now Brittany slits her wrists. She didn't know how much more heartache she could take.

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