(Here is Chapter 9!
WARNING:THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE.
Okay. Please read, but know that nothing in this story reflects my personal views. Enjoy!)
Quinn
I felt broken. Any hope I had of escaping this place had fled long ago. I no longer dreamt of the police busting through the front door to take me away, back to normalcy. The only thing left inside my bettered body was a horrible feeling acceptance. I had recognized the fact that I would probably never leave this secluded house of horror, and if I did I would not be alive to witness it.
It had been two weeks since Santana and Brittany had arrived, which mean that I had been here for a month. One long, nightmarish month. The days passed slowly as I attempted to cook and clean and keep off the men's radars. Eventually Santana joined me. Brittany had only come up to follow us around the house, afraid to be left alone. My heart broke for her, I could tell she was different than Santana and I. She was almost like a child, asking questions about everyday things and relying on Santana for most everything.
The nights passed as well. We had been forced to sleep with almost every man in the house, and then forced to perform disgusting acts on each other. No matter how many days passed, the tears flowed freely every night. There was no getting used to what these pigs were using us for.
Some reliefs came. Sometimes we would be sitting in the basement and would be talking about some of the things we had in common: cheerleading, school, our families, and we would exchange stories and laugh until we cried. These miniscule moments allowed us to forget where we were, forget the life we were being subjected to.
I had also formed a tentative friendship with Noah. He showed us small acts of kindness, sometimes bringing scavenged books or board games. And he had never come down at night. Not like the others had. If our paths happened to cross during the day, we would exchange small talk. I told him about my life before I came here, and he told me about his family, that the only reason he stayed with the gang was to support and protect his mother and little sister, Sarah.
Brittany, Santana, and I were sitting at the table in our basement home, trying to play Sorry, but Britt kept getting the rules confused. We were valiantly attempting to once again explain the game when we heard footsteps.
Santana
Sometimes I felt like the board games were the only thing that got the three of us through the day. When we were playing Candyland it was easy to block out all of the evil these damn pigs were subjecting us too. It especially helped Britt. She confessed that she sometimes pretended to be Princess Lolly when the bad men came for her. I had no idea how to respond to her simple lovely imagination. The footsteps coming down the stairs jerked us out of Sorry. I silently took Britt's hand and led her to the couch. Quinn followed.
Schue was of course in the lead. It was plain to see that he was the leader of this fucked up place. I didn't know what was worse, his outright cockiness or his pure meanness. He came to stand in front of our couch, hands on his hips. A small smile played on his lips as he observed us.
"Hey Finn."
"Yeah Boss?"
"Go find Puckerman and tell him he needs to get his ass down here."
Finn nodded and went to bound up the stairs, a leer fixed on his face. The three of us shifted uncomfortably. This was new.
We waited for a couple moments, then both boys came back down. Finn was practically leaping with glee, indicating that he maybe knew what was to be. Puck's eyebrows were furrowed, he obviously was in the dark like us. He walked up to Schue.
"You needed me?"
Schue clapped him on the shoulder. "I like having you around Puckerman. You're quick, you're strong, and you keep your mouth shut. Which is why I want to reward you." Puck nodded slightly. "Y'know, I know everything that goes on around here, and I've never seen you down here. Why is that?" Without waiting for Puck's reply, Schue went on. "I've also seen you talking with Princess here. Y'know, smiling and stuff. And so I'm helping you take the next step." Quinn's hand found mine and gripped it tightly. I squeezed back. "Go on then. Let's see what you can do."
Puck didn't move. He slowly took his eyes from Schue to Quinn. His eyes were flooded with panic and I could tell that he was highly uncomfortable with this turn of events. Schue took a step closer. "What's the matter Puckerman? Not enough of a man to properly fuck a pretty girl?" Puck's jaw visibly tightened. "It would be a shame if we had to take out your lack of balls on someone… Someone like Sarah. She's what, 14? She's getting prettier every day."
In the instant something clicked into place. I had always wondered why some of these guys were here. Sure, some were fucking assholes like Schue and Finn, but it was plain that some, like Mike for example, got no pleasure out of what happened in this hellhole. But now I understood that they were here to protect themselves and those they loved. Judging by the way Puck's fists clenched and he seemed to stop breathing, it was obvious that he didn't consider the threat empty. Puck turned slightly turned towards Quinn, his eyes staring imploringly into hers. Quinn slowly released my hand. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her nod her head slightly.
Puck leaned forward and took her hand, and she stood. They awkwardly moved towards the mattress, but when they got there, they both stopped. Schue moved forward and gave Puck a shove and they both tumbled onto the bed. Puck let out a shaky breath and tightly shut his eyes. As he moved forward to kiss Quinn, the men gave a sick, raucous cheer.
Puck proceeded to have sex with Quinn. I don't know what it was. Was he raping her? Were they both being raped Schue's horrific mind? And Britt and I had to watch the whole thing. We had to watch Quinn cry, as Puck fought with his body, torn between disgust at forcing himself upon, and giving into his body's most basic urges. After it was over, they both lay very still on the mattress, and all the vulgar, drunk men left. Britt and I kept our spots on the couch, we had no idea what to do. Puck got up and pulled on his discarded boxers, tears streaming down his face. He pulled on the rest of his clothes and Quinn did the same. Puck sat down in one of our scruffy chairs and buried his face in his hands. His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs. Quinn took a tentative step forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Puck…"
"I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry Quinn. I… I would never have… Sarah!" Quinn nodded.
"Who is Sarah?" Britt voiced the question that had been on my mind since this lurid night began.
Puck swiped his hands along his cheeks, drawing in a deep breath. "Sarah is my little sister. The whole reason I joined Schue's gang was to give my ma and Sarah a better life, to move them into a better neighborhood. He, he wasn't bluffing. He'll hurt them if I fuck up. Oh God." He began crying again.
Quinn softly patted him on the back. "I understand." She whispered softly.
I couldn't take it anymore. "I don't! Why don't you just fucking leave! Take your family and leave this part of the damn country. There are so many other options than fucking raping Quinn!"
"You don't get it Santana! He knows where my mom works, where Sarah goes to school. You think the guys in the house are the only people under Schue's control? He has people everywhere. He could have them killed before I could even call them. Everything I do is for my family."
My blood was boiling, but I wasn't even sure who I was mad at. I was sure as hell furious with Schue, for being a sadistic bastard. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was dying inside in the aftermath of the crime he had just committed. "I'm sorry. I just… I wish none of this ever would have happened. Britt and I should be at college, partying and trying to pass our classes. Quinn should be working towards graduating early and getting on with her life. This shouldn't have happened."
A heavy silence fell over us. Puck stood up and walked slowly up the stairs. The three of us stayed staring at each other. There was nothing to say.
(That was a hard scene for me to write. For the record, I am not a monster, there is a reason why this had to happen. Please stay with me. Review please!)