Pew, I got a lot of reviews which I am thankful for. I´m a little bit taken aback by reviewers saying I "fucked up" but that´s your opinion and I accept that.

To clear some things up: 1) Brittany is unaware that Santana has guests. She is in her room in the basement, all she knows is that she is not allowed to go upstairs. 2) Santana and Shelby haven´t done anything! Shelby was just hitting on Santana, the Latina just said that Shelby was hot when she wrote Mercedes a message. 3) Santana is a distant person, but I promise she will open up slowly. And I don´t think she really is mentally abusive towards Brittany because 4) as a slave the blonde has to be aware to be degraded. And everything is more intense for her because of what happened to her when she was staying with William.

So now let´s get started. I hope this will settle some emotions and redeem Santana, I never wanted people to hate her.

This chapter will be a much needed conversation. Warnings: mentioning of abuse and sexual implications.

"San, this is better than going out" Mercedes chimed while taking another shot. Santana was nodding to the beat blasting through the living room. Shelby was sitting across from the Latina and sending her not so innocent winks. Santana hoped that she would get drunk enough to go through with this. Her thoughts were occupied by Brittany, every time Shelby made a move Santana stepped away or made up a lie to get away from her.

Mercedes was already drunk, she passed out while Santana went to the kitchen to get another beer and told Kurt to clean the kitchen. Shelby moved onto the couch to sit next to Santana "so, Mercedes is out. How about you and I talk a little" the older woman asked her.

Santana was nervous, but why? There was no reason for her, tonight was supposed to be fun. She hoped to just let go and enjoy the evening. But all night she tried to get away from Shelby, when the older woman grazed her fingers over Santana´s skin it did ´t feel as she wished it would.

"Ok, look" she paused "Shelby you are nice and fun to hang around with but I don´t think I´m a good match for you" Shelby raised her eyebrow a little "what? I was aiming for a night together and see where it goes from there. But you obviously have something else on your mind or rather someone" Santana nodded "yeah kinda" she admitted.

Shelby moved further away to get a better look at Santana "ok, spill it. I won´t be disappointed. You are one pretty lady and I understand that you would turn down an old hag like me" it made Santana smile and she continued "but it was worth a shot right?"

"Yes, I am a nice piece of ass" she tried to joke, but it she knew she had to explain herself somehow. And this was just the opening to the upcoming inevitable talk with Brittany. "Shelby, I think I have to be honest... shit... talking is not my strong suit" she grabbed her beer tighter. The older woman replied simply "I thought you were a lawyer", Santana nodded "yes, let me rephrase that. Talking about feelings or opening up is not my strong suit."

"And you think that I am the right person to talk about that? I mean no offense, but I think I am not."

The Latina had to agree. She couldn´t talk about this with Shelby "how about I get you two a cab? Because I have some explaining to do" Santana finished her beer. Shelby was looking for her phone and ordered a cab.

Untypically for her she picked up some of the bottles and walked back into the kitchen, Kurt was done cleaning the kitchen and just seemed to waiting to go to bed "Kurt, go to bed but before go to Brittany´s room and tell her to come to my room" the pale boy stood up from the chair and grabbed the bottles out of her hand "mistress, Brittany has locked herself inside her room" we haven´t seen her for four days."

The Latina stopped and looked like she was rooted to the spot "what? Are you fucking telling me that she hasn´t eaten in four fucking days" she screamed at him. He jumped into a corner to get as far away from the Latina, right now she scared the crap out of him "I... I don´t know, I made her meals and even brought it down to her room" he stuttered "the trays were always empty when I picked them up" she held up her hand to stop him "what the serious fuck" she was about to run into the basement when she saw Shelby and a very drunk Mercedes.

"Sorry" the older woman said "I just wanted to say goodbye, the cab is here" Santana nodded "cool, ok. Bye" she tried to utter as nice as possible. When the door fell into the lock she ran downstairs.

There was a banging on her door. It was nothing like the soft knock of Kurt when he brought her food. "Brittany open the fucking door" she heard Santana yell. Brittany was in shock, she couldn´t move off her bed and there it was again the hammering against her door "Brittany! I swear to God, if you don´t open this fucking door within the next three seconds I am going to kick it down!"

Brittany could hear every bit of anger that occupied Santana´s body at the moment and honestly wasn´t sure if she wanted to actually open that door. She jumped from her bed when she heard something else hitting the door and a grunt. Santana must have jumped against it.

Now Brittany finally found the will to get up, she walked towards the door and grabbed the handle, there was another muffled groan, Santana must have jumped again. When Brittany opened the door, Santana was holding her shoulder muttering ´fuck´ and ´damn door´ when she wanted to run again she saw Brittany standing there. They stood there for what seemed like forever and looked at each other. Santana finally found her voice "we need to talk" and the blonde just nodded, she continued "you wanna do it here or-" Brittany stopped her by pulling her into the chamber and closing the door.

Santana looked around to observe the small room Brittany lived in at the moment. The small bed stood in a corner next to a dresser and a mirror. The small desk stood opposite to the bed and the shelf above it held a few books. There was nothing personal about this room, besides that it wasn´t tidied up like Santana expected it from her slaves. But this wasn´t her concern now.

"Listen Britt, I think I owe you an explanation" she sighed and walked over to the desk chair throwing the clothes on the floor to sit "I acted like the little spoiled brat I am and you didn´t deserve this."

The blonde sat there with no idea what to say, Santana was apologizing to her. Kurt and the others said that a word like ´sorry´ didn´t exist in the Latina´s vocabulary. Brittany, however, was sure she just heard her say it. Santana was nervous and stared at her hands which were place in her lap "we... I... no we...I" she couldn´t find the right words.

"How about I start" Brittany shyly asked her, she didn´t wait for the Latina to reply "I am afraid that you are just going to treat me like my old masters. They treated me like shit and every day I had a new bruise somewhere. They were harder on me, they called me abomination and disgusting. But all that never stopped anyone from doing it" she needed a short breather, tears began to pool in her eyes "when you bought me, I hoped for something better and you gave that to me. You bought me clothes and took me to a doctor. You fed me and treated me like a person, I never experienced that. I am well aware that I am your slave and I was more than fine with that, until you literally kicked me out of your bed without an explanation. I know I overstepped my boundaries, I am sorry for that and expect punishment but you wanted to protect me and what we shared" she sobbed "I thought I was worth more to you, but I was wrong."

Santana furiously shook her head "no Britt. I never planned on snapping like that. I behaved like an idiot. I missed you every night. Work was supposed to distract me from you but every place in this house reminds me of you" she walked over to sit next to the blonde "I am truly sorry and I want to trust you. I want you to know things about me. Everything you want to know, ask me and I will answer."

Brittany saw it in Santana´s eyes that she was genuine. There was the Santana she was falling for. She was gentle and honest. The confident Santana was nowhere near right now, this moment was the vulnerable Santana. The one Brittany loved to hold in bed and have gentle, slow sex. It felt so right, they must be soulmates. Some higher power must have brought them together. There was no other explanation.

"Ok" was all Brittany said, but it was barely a whisper. "Ok" she said again and waited for Santana understand what was going to happen. The Latina wiped a stray tear from her eyes "ok, but either you clean this mess or we are going upstairs. Because this room represents too much how I feel right now. My feelings are all over the place right now."

The blonde squeezed Santana´s hand then jumped off the bed to collect every item of clothes that was splattered over her room. It took her two minutes to throw the dirty clothes in the hamper by the door and then jump back onto the bed "ok, so I can ask you anything I want?"

Santana nodded "anything you want. But if I can´t answer it right away I will later on. This is already overwhelming enough."

The position they had was a little bit awkward, but Brittany knew as this conversation would go on Santana would relax, at least she hoped the Latina would. "So why are we not allowed to leave?" Santana knew that Brittany would jump right into it. "Puck" she started "you know the guy that accompanied me to the auction? He called me that day and wanted to have Quinn back, he kept on telling me that she was his and not mine. It escalated and he threatened me that I´ll regret this. Knowing Puck this shit will hit the fan sooner or later" Brittany clasped her hands in front of mouth, she wasn´t expecting this "and I don´t want any of you guys getting hurt, especially not you. This is something between him and me, but he will try anything to fuck with me. Slaves don´t mean nothing to him, therefore I know he will try something on either of you."

Now she understood, there was a silence between them. Brittany tried to gather up her thoughts. "So this means you are not going to sell me? Because I felt so happy when you bought me. Why did you buy me in the first place?"

Santana forced a smile, the Puck situation wasn´t good with her "slow down. I´ll start with the why I bought you. When I saw your eyes looking back at me I was entranced by you. This fear you had but still you seemed happy" Brittany nodded "yes, I was happy. I hoped that this auction would bring me to a better master and it did."

"Ok" Santana said "and no. I do not plan on selling you. I really like you Brittany. To me you are not an abomination, no, you are perfect. Even when your eyes are puffy from crying you´re still beautiful" it made the blonde smile "I don´t see a reason of selling you. But I want to make you an equal."

I know it is a short chapter and will clear some things up especially showing that Santana has a soul.

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