Warning: This chapter will contain sexual abuse and some swearing but this is not the actual rape chapter, I promise.


Troy's POV

It had been hours, hours since I last saw Ryan. I don't know if he's alright or if he's hurt and it's scaring me, I don't know what I would do if I never saw him again, he's one of my best friends, heck, he's like a brother to me.

God, I hope that he is all right and unharmed.

I tried so hard to pull my hands out of the handcuffs that bound me to the chair but it's not use, they're too tight and there's no way I can get out of them. I literally can't feel my hands anymore; that's how tight these handcuffs are around my wrists. I lost the feeling in my hands a while ago and I still have no feeling in my hands whatsoever.

Joe, Max, and Tom sat on the couch, watching the news. I had seen another article about both my father and my sister begging the prisoners to return me safely and it made me miss them so much more then before, it's nice to know that they miss me.

At the same time, I do know that the prisoners demanded thirty million dollars in exchange for our safe return and that's been worrying me. My father will never be able to come up with that kind of money ever so it's not like he'd be able to pay the ransom to save my life and that making me fear that I may never get out of here alive.

Ryan parents are rich so they'll definitely pay to get Ryan back. What's been worrying me is that Ryan's parents just might offer my dad to pay the whole ransom for Taylor, Ryan, and me. You see, my dad is very independent and he's at least want to pay to get me back, even if he knows he doesn't have that kind of money; that's just how he is.

"Hmm, wanna know what might not be an interesting idea?" I snapped myself out of my thoughts when I heard Joe's voice, what exactly is he planning now?

I saw Tom and Max nod and that made me wonder. "What do you think if we call pretty boy's father and torture him with the fact that we have his son and he's never going to see him again?" what, did I just hear him right? Is he going to torture my dad with the fact that they have me and he's never going to see me again? That will kill my dad; they can't do that, can they?

I heard Tom snickering. "That might not be such a bad idea. I'd have fun torturing him, I don't know about you guys," he said as he looked over at me with an evil look written all over his face.

"Wait guys, I got better idea" Max started, causing Joe and Tom to look at him. "Why don't we make a video tape? That will scare him into getting the money to pay us back," Tom said as Joe made his way over towards Taylor and me.

"That's a much better idea" I heard Joe say as he stood behind me, putting both of his hands on my shoulders. "As long as I get to have my fun with pretty boy" I couldn't find anything to say as Joe started to run his fingers along my cheeks.

I started to struggle as he moved his hand to rest on the top of my head and I shook my head frantically. "No, you can't do-" I started to say before Joe cut me off by covering my mouth with his hand.

"I'll do whatever I feeling like doing and you can't stop me," he said as he moved his head so it's right next to mine and I could see a pocketknife right in front of my eyes. "Is that clear?" I nodded as tears began to well up in my eyes.

I let a few escape my eyes. Joe noticed this too and he dried my tear with his thumb. "Don't cry pretty boy, I have so much fun planned for us tonight" he said as he finally moved his hand from my mouth to rest on the top of my head. I don't like where this is going, not one bit.

"Such a face" he said as he traced my facial features with his thumb.

The next thing I knew, both of Joe's hands are under my chin, his thumb stroking my jaw line softly. I feel like I'm going to get sick just from having his hands on me. "Guys, what time is it?" Joe asked Max and Tom as I felt his hands clamp back on my shoulders.

I looked at Taylor and I could see she looked as if she wanted to get sick too, just imagine how I felt. The feeling of having his hands all over my body made me sick to my stomach. I rolled my shoulders, trying to relieve myself of the sick man's hands but it didn't work.

Max turned around to look at the clock. "It's almost nine thirty, we should probably put them to bed," he said as Joe finally removed his hands from me. You don't know how relieved I feel right now.

Before I knew it, I felt the handcuffs on me loosen. I turned my head to see Joe unlocking the handcuffs that held me to the chair. I've never felt so happy in my life to get the handcuffs off; the feeling in my hands is coming back.

Once Joe had the cuffs off me, I grabbed my hand and held my wrist. I could see the bright red mark that the cuffs left on my wrists.

It took me a second to realize that Joe is not standing behind me anymore; instead, he's standing in front of me. He leaned roughly grabbed me by my sides and threw me over his shoulder. "I'm taking pretty boy back to our room and I won't be coming back out tonight so you guys go and ahead and have some fun with the girl and Blondie. I'll be having lots of fun with pretty boy here." That sent my mind into overdrive, what is he planning to do to me?

I started to struggle as Joe made his way to the room he had me in the other night. I have a feeling on what he's planning to do to me and I can't let it happen. What can I do though, Joe is much stronger then I am so I won't cause much damage.

As he walked to the room, he kept running his hand up my back legs, occasionally making his way to my ass and that made struggle harder. This can't happen; this can't be happening to me. "Oh, I'm going to be having tons of fun with you tonight, pretty boy" that made struggle more.

Before I knew it, Joe roughly threw me on the bed. He climbed over my body with the handcuffs in his hands and he secured my right hand to the bedpost. He smirked evilly at me as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Well, pretty boy; it's just you and me now" he laughed; god, I hate him so fucking much.

I started to struggle as he rubbed my sides roughly. I tried so hard to push him off with my free hand but it's no use; he's a lot stronger then I am and there's way I'm going to be able to stop this from happening.

He pinned me beneath him and grabbed my free hand, forcing it above my head. I know exactly where this is going too. I sunk father in the bed, feeling trapped beneath Joe. He buried his face in my neck and bit down on the skin there hard, marking me.

I did the only thing I could manage to do; I screamed as loud as I could manage as Joe kissed along my collarbone. He immediately removed his lips from my shoulder, only to cover my mouth with his hand again. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this but you leave me no choice" he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed something, a roll of duct tape, I think.

He went in his pocket and took out the pocketknife he used to threaten me before and held it against my throat. "I'm going to take my hand off you're mouth but if you so much as make a sound, I'll slit your throat, are we clear?" I let a few tears come to my eyes as I slowly nodded my head. He moved the knife from my throat and he moved his hand. He set the knife on the nightstand before he covered my mouth with a piece of duct tape, so I won't be able to scream.

I let a few tears come to my eyes as he kissed along my jaw line and down my throat. "I hit the jackpot when I found you in the woods that day," he said as he took my shirt off and threw it across the room. He caressed my body with his hand as he kissed along my chest area. I felt helpless, knowing that I can't stop this from happening. Maybe, it'll be over sooner then I though it would be and I pray that he kills me afterwards.

Just as he started to pull my pants down, I heard the sound of a bottle breaking and Joe went limp, on top of me, his face in my neck. I pushed him off me and looked up to see who stopped this from happening. It was Ryan, who had stopped Joe from raping me. I let a few tears come to my eyes as I looked at Ryan.

I carefully removed the tape covering mouth and I looked up at Ryan. "How did you manage to get out?" I asked him as he bent down over me and unlocked the handcuffs. He pulled me to my feet and handed me my shirt that Joe removed before.

"Tom got drunk and he left the key to the handcuffs right on the table. Come on, Troy let's get Taylor and get out of here" I nodded and we ran out of the room, heading to the room Taylor is in with Max. I only hope that she's ok and he didn't hurt her.

When we got to Taylor's room, I expected to see Max with her but I was surprised when I saw Taylor handcuffed to the chair in the room. She glanced up at Ryan and me with tears in her eyes. "How did you get out?" she asked as Ryan made his way behind her chair to unlock her handcuffs.

"Tom got drunk and passed out so I took my time to get you guys. Let's go before they find us," Ryan said and the three of us ran out of the room, to see an armed Max right in front of the door, pointing a gun right at us.

Ryan took a step in front of Taylor and me while he looked at Max standing right in front of the door. "Going somewhere?" he asked us as he kept the gun pointed right at us and laughed.

We so close to freedom, only to have possibly taken away from us

Booth's POV:

I started at Jack Bolton when banged his fists on the table. I know that he's worried for his son and he could possibly lose him, if I don't do something to try to save these kids from the men who have them. I'll do whatever it takes to find them and bring them home, anyone who knows me knows that I keep my promises; I will find these kids and save them.

I looked at Bones, who stood next to me and she didn't say a word. She never thought that James Calgary would have broken out of prisoners and kidnapped three teenagers; I don't think anyone did.

"What can you tell me about these men, who have my son and his friends?" Jack Bolton asked me. I felt so bad, how am I supposed to explain to him that his son is in the hands of a serial rapist and killer. How is that going to make him feel better?

"Mr. Bolton, I'm really sorry to tell you this but James Calgary also happens to be a child molester," I told him. I've seen the picture of Troy Bolton so I know that he's the kind of kid that Jimmy boy would go after. The only thing I can do is assure the father that I'll do everything in my power to bring his son home, what else can I do.

I flinched a little when I felt someone pull me closer to him or her by my shirt. "You do whatever it takes to bring my baby brother home or else and I mean that!" I looked at Emily Bolton as she pulled me closer to her.

"I'm doing all I can do miss" I assured her. Damn, she has one tight grip too. I know she's worried about her brother but she needs to let me do job. I'll do whatever it takes to bring her brother home, all of them home.

She pulled me closer to her so I could nothing but her eyes. "Then why are you here, instead of looking for him out there?!" she yelled, practically sending shivers down my spine.

"I need to find out as much information as I can and you are Troy Bolton's sister so I need to ask you some questions," I told her. If she wants me to find her brother, then she'll let me do my job. It's the only I can bring her brother back to her.


So, what do you think of this chapter? They're so close to escaping and their only obstacle is an armed Max. Are they going to get away, or is Max going to prevent them from escaping. Well, you're all going to have to review if you want to know the answer to that. Before I end this chapter, I just want to tell you guys something.

A/N: Just because Joe didn't rape Troy in this chapter doesn't mean that it's not going to happen. I just might cut this story short because I feel like no one is reading it. It's my decision. So please, if you want to know if they really do get away, then please review. I don't think I'm asking for much.

Well, please review this chapter. The more reviews I get, the quicker you guys get an update. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

-Kaity xo