Black.

Movement.

Rocking back and forth.

Serena opened her eyes and all she saw was black. It took her a few minutes to recall the last thing she saw.

Bright green eyes. Mina...

Mina! Trying not to panic, she took a deep breath and realized there was a bag over her head and her arms are tied behind her back. She listened intently and could hear someone stirring next to her. Praying to God it was Mina, she rolled onto her back, her arms pinned successfully beneath her and ended up rolling into a body.

Feeling the body next to her tense, Serena spit out a warning. "Mina is that you? If it is don't scream, it's just me." If there were people around them, they would have said something by now right?

"Serena? Where are we?" Mina sounds groggy as if she's been drugged.

"Mina, don't panic but are you hurt?" Serena is trying to assess the situation.

"I...I don't think so, my head hurts like bloody hell."

Serena released her breath thankful they weren't hurt. "Mina, I think we've been taken by those men everyone warned us about. Please don't panic, we'll get out of here, I promise." Serena hoped she wasn't making promises she couldn't keep.

Mina started to whimper. "Are we going to die?"

"No!" Serena whispers, a little too harshly. She wasn't going to entertain that notion. "Just play it cool and we'll figure a way out."

"Okay" was the meek reply.

They stopped talking as the vehicle they were in stopped moving.

Serena took this chance to warn Mina. "Whatever you do, don't fight them ok?" She had heard those who fight end up dead. That was not going to happen to them.

Before Mina could respond, they heard doors open and they were being dragged out the back.

Serena let them take her out of the van and stand her on solid ground, assuming they were doing the same for Mina. She could hear faint talking ahead of her, and was fairly positive that this was the exchange.

The guard holding Mina decided he was going to have some fun with his 'charge.'

"Why aren't you a pretty little thing" he hissed into her ear. Mina, feeling his hands start to roam cried out. "What are you doing? Stop it, no! No! Please don't!" she started screaming, and then all of a sudden, a gunshot.

"Mina! MINA! What's happening?" Serena cried out for her friend.

"She's fine." An familiar voice stated, but Serena was too busy listening for Mina to recognize it. She could hear Mina sobbing softly.

Her heart felt like it was taken from her chest and thrust back in. If Mina was okay, then who was shot?

"I told you they are not to be touched. They are the Emperor's property now, and he likes them pure."

Realization hit both of them at the same time, but Mina spoke first through her sobs. "Andrew?"

The bags were immediately ripped from their heads to reveal Andrew, and five, now four other men dressed in black with ski masks. There was a man in black with a bullet in his head on the ground next to Mina. Serena continued her quick inventory while Mina talked.

Tears were falling freely from her eyes. "Andrew? How could you? I trusted you! I TRUSTED YOU!" Mina became enraged as she started kicking and screaming towards him.

The new man holding Mina clenched tighter to stop her from moving, and she cried out in pain.

"Not so hard! Remember, no marks!" Turning to Mina he gently stroked her face. "Ah Mina, I am truly sorry. If only that wig was real the first night we met, we would have only taken her." He gestured towards Serena.

Serena's face showed no emotion. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She looked around them and noticed along with the five men that took them, there were three more on the other side of the van, presumably the ones they were being sold to.

"You can go to hell you bastard!" Then Mina did the most undignified thing Serena has ever seen. She spit in Andrew's face.

Stepping back, he took a napkin out of his pocket and wiped his face. He looked at her one more time. "I am truly sorry for this, but it is out of my control." He motioned to the guy behind her and the girls were in blackness again and being shuffled forward towards the men waiting to bring them to the Emperor.