A/N: TRIGGER WARNING okay, because of how crazy this chapter is... I'm writing this to tell you guys, there is a trigger warning for this chapter. There are time jumps, just look for the trigger warning, it will be posted before it happens. Also, these people are literally fucking crazy. I just said screw, it they have no souls. They are just evil. Keep that in mind when you read. Thank you for reading!

"Are you sure you know where you are going?"

Stacie stopped, letting out an exasperated sigh and turned to face Jesse. He had been extremely persistent in trying to piss her off since the moment they left in search of Beca and Chloe. She was trying not to let him get under her skin, she knew he was angry, and rightfully so.

But, she was also doing her best to help him, to find their friends. It had never been her intention for them to be taken. She never thought those people would find them. She thought she had lost them. She hoped they had lost interest in searching for her.

Aubrey leaned against a tree, her eyes closing tightly, pushing away her pain, though giving herself a moment to relax.

"I have told you, multiple times Jesse." Stacie said. "I know where I am going. I know how to get there, I know the way in." She said.

He glared at her. "Excuse me for not trusting your word." He said shoving passed her and she shook her head looking after him. Reminding herself that he was just angry, and worried about Beca. She looked up as Aubrey moved away from the tree she was leaning against.

The blonde hadn't really spoken to her much. She didn't seem angry with her, but she was certainly not as open and unguarded around her. She did however, jump all over Jesse when his anger got the best of him. Stacie tried not to let the fact that Aubrey defended her, make her forget that she had lied to them. She had lied to Aubrey. In a way, at least. She knew she should have told them about the group she had escaped from. The group who had no morals. Who had a leader that made her own rules, her own laws and for some reason they all followed them.

She knew that Beca and Chloe were most definitely not okay. She knew for a fact they were hurt, scared, and probably being used for god knows what in that place.

She followed after them, heading in the direction of the huge, abandoned school that she had hoped to never return too. The one they had claimed as their home.

A home to them, a prison to her. And now, to Beca and Chloe.

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Chloe sat, her back against a cold concrete wall. Her legs drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

It had been a long, sleepless night. The woman, who she learned was called The Kommissar, had taken her to this room the day before. After her beating, after seeing Beca pulled from the room and taken to room 17. Whatever the hell that was. She knew Beca was in trouble. She knew it was partially her fault. She angered the woman who held them captive.

Her body ached. Her ribs were bruised, her head throbbed and she did the best she could, cleaning the blood from her face with the shirt she wore. She was cold, and hungry, and wanted to see Beca. But she had been left alone. She had been pushed into the room, and the door slammed behind her. It was locked tight, and she was sure someone was standing guard outside it.

She was too weak, too tired to try and scream her way out. She needed rest, she needed food and water. She needed Aubrey. She had no idea if her best friend was okay. If any of them were. She knew that she was in serious danger. She knew that she could very well die in this place. She knew Beca could. She knew there was a possibility that she already was.

She had been awake all night and well into the next morning. When she finally began to doze off, she carefully lie down on the hard concrete floor, curling into a tight ball, trying to keep warm.

She felt her chest begin to ache and a harsh cough escaped her as she drifted off into a restless sleep.

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"What do you want me to do, Kommissar?"

The blonde woman sighed and turned from the window she was looking through. "I want you, to make her talk."

"She hasn't said a word, since we brought her here. I don't think she can talk." Theo said. "I think she might be a mute."

She turned to face him. Her face stoic, almost bored.

"Make her talk." She said.

He nodded. "And the other one?"

"Has she made a sound yet?"

He shook his head. "She is just as quiet as the other." He said.

"Check on her. Make sure she is still alive. We need her to get Stacie back here." She said and waved her hand to dismiss him.

"Uh, how should I make her talk?" He asked cautiously.

She looked at him, clearly not pleased that he stuck around to ask more questions after she dismissed him.

"Use your imagination. I don't care what you do, as long as she still has a pulse at the end of it. Just make her talk."

He nodded and turned around to leave. "One other thing. If Chloe decides she still doesn't want to give up Stacie," she said. "Make her watch,"

He nodded again, a malicious smile on his face as he walked out.

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"Listen, I'm sorry I am being so distant. I'm just worried, you know?"

Aubrey had fallen in step with Stacie and glanced over at the girl, an apologetic look on her face. Stacie readjusted her crossbow and nodded.

"I understand. I'd be distant too. I messed up, not telling you guys the truth. I swear, I didn't think they would ever be a problem again. I thought they had given up, and I guess I misjudged how far I had gotten from them. I mean, they aren't that close, by any means. But I don't know, I guess I should have just left that day. At your camp. I should have never stayed, I put you guys in danger, and now look."

It all poured out like word vomit and she couldn't stop it. She felt awful, and as if she no longer belonged with them. She liked this group, and she had for a moment, felt like she belonged. That feeling however, had vanished quickly.

"Stacie, what did they do to you?" Aubrey asked softly. "Why wouldn't they let you leave?"

"I don't know. These people, aren't like anyone else I have ever met. Before and after the world ended. I don't know, it's like, they don't have a decent bone in their bodies. They have no feelings, no remorse. I don't know what they were like before. But, their leader, the one I told you about. It was as if she was training them, she encouraged the violence. She encouraged them to do horrible things. She kept me with her, most of the time. She told me, that I belonged to her."

Aubrey felt her body erupt in goosebumps. "She was insane. She would almost be kind to me, but in the most unusual ways. She would threaten me, with her people. She would tell me that she would let them hurt me, sometimes going into detail, of what they might do, if I didn't do as she asked. And when she did, let them..." she trailed off. And Aubrey looked at her, her face growing hot.

"She would stop them." She said. "She would say that she had protected me. And sometimes, she would even injure her own people, 'protecting me'." She said using air quotes. Aubrey looked ahead of them, where Jesse was walking. She hoped he was listening to this.

"She was crazy, and I began to depend on her. She decided if I ate. She decided if I got water, or if I slept. Where I slept. If I angered her, she punished me. It was as if I was a pet to her." She said. "Then, after what seems like a life time, when food was running low, and they began to hunt for food, I told her, that I could hunt too. That I was actually very good at it and I could help them."

Aubrey looked at her, at the way she seemed to hold the crossbow a little tighter. "And that's how you escaped?"

Stacie chuckled bitterly. "Thats how I regained a little of my dignity. I had been treated like an animal for so long, I felt like I was actually needed. I hunted for them, under the kommissars watchful eye. Some of them, stopped trying to intimidate me. Some of them, even started to treat me as an equal. I brought in food. Massive amounts of food."

"Did she treat you differently after that?" Aubrey asked.

"She was put off by it. I don't think she knew how to take it. But, she allowed me to eat the same amount as she did. She allowed me to sleep in the bed with her, and she wasn't as...crazy, as she had been. It was like the fact that I could actually be worth something to their group, surprised her. And for a while, things weren't as bad."

Aubrey looked up when she noticed Jesse turn his head over his shoulder slightly, and she knew he was listening.

"She was loosening her grip on me, so to speak. That's when I decided to start planning my escape."

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"Speak."

Beca looked up at the man that stood over her. She recognized him as the same man that had put her in the room the day before. She only kept eye contact for a moment, before looking away.

"I said to speak." He said and she winced as his hand whipped across her face.

She looked up at him, her eyes hard and angry as blood poured from her nose, and tears burned her eyes. "What's the matter?" He asked bending at the waist to look at her, eye level.

"Cat got your tongue?"

She didn't answer. Instead lifted her hand to her face, and wiped away the blood.

"There will be a lot more than that, if you don't start talking." He said. "So save us both the time and energy. Speak. Tell us where your camp is."

She raised an eye brow. And he mimicked her. "You have a camp, I know you do. And you have other people. Probably dead, but you had them. We are looking for one in particular. The one we mistook you for. Stacie." He said and she kept his gaze, not wanting to give away that she knew anything.

"You know her. Tall, brown hair, carries a crossbow. And I'd bet you know she is a damn good shot."

Beca remained silent. "You can speak, can't you? English?" He asked and she looked away from him.

"Do you speak English?" He asked louder and she once again ignored him. She knew this was only going to lead to him hitting her again. But she didn't care.

She was right, when a few second later, she felt his fist connect with her face and she fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the pain, when she felt his hand around her arm, yanking her to her feet again.

"Your name is a Beca, right? Well, Beca, you have one more chance. Say something, tell me where your camp is. The sooner we know, the sooner you and the redhead can leave." He said.

She looked up at him. She knew, if they were even still alive, that they wouldn't have gone back to the camp. She knew Jesse. They had been attacked, it was obvious. He would have gone in a different direction, in case whoever attacked them went looking.

She instead, gathered the good amount of blood pooling in her mouth and spat it at him. He grimaced and threw her back to the ground as he wiped it from his face. She looked up at him, not letting her fear show.

"Have it your way, then."

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Chloe's eyes opened at the sound of footsteps outside the door. She winced, sitting up and scooting backwards, away from the door. When it opened, she blinked against the light and held a hand up to shield her eyes.

"Good morning, Chloe."

She lowered her hand, as Kommissar walked into the room. "You slept a long time. I hope you feel rested." She said and knelt down next to her.

"Where is Beca?" She asked, her voice low and scratchy.

"Oh, she is still in room 17. She caused a bit of trouble yesterday."

Chloe's eyes grew and she looked from Kommissar to the door that she had left open behind her.

"I wouldn't try it, Chloe, you will only make this worse for yourself. And her."

Kommissar said, her voice sounding bored.

"What did you do to her?" Chloe demanded. "Let her out."

A laugh echoed in the room and Chloe winced as the sound made her headache throb. "Oh, Chloe. You know I can't do that. No, she will stay in there, until one of you decides to talk." She said.

"That isn't going to happen." Chloe growled.

"No?"

"Beca doesn't talk, and I'm not telling you shit." She hissed and Kommissars face took on a curious look.

"What do you mean, she doesn't talk?"

Chloe closed her mouth. Fearing what she might have just done. Whatever idea this horrid woman might come up with.

"I asked you a question, Chloe."

Kommissar sighed, when Chloe still refused to answer her. "What's it been Chloe? Like...three days?" She asked. "Three days, since you have eaten. Since you have had anything to drink?"

Chloe hadn't even realized how long it had been since they were taken. She had spent the majority of the time unconscious and it just now dawned on her, how hungry she was. How thirsty.

"It's been the same amount of time for Beca. She is hungry. Very hungry." She said. "I'm sure you are too. I'll feed you, Chloe, both of you. All you have to do is start cooperating."

Chloe glared at her. "Why is it so important to find her? She escaped, big deal. Why do you need her so badly?"

"She killed my people." Kommissar said, "She needs to pay for that."

"You kill. She is probably already dead. And what are you going to do to her if you find her anyway?"

"She is my property. And I want what belongs to me."

"She isn't anyone's property. Neither am I, or Beca. We are people, not property."

"Wrong. You are mine. I own you. I am keeping you alive, I am in charge of making sure you stay that way. If it weren't for me, my men would have already killed you by now. Well... maybe not yet. A few of my men have shown great interest in you. You and Beca both and they wonder why I haven't turned you over to them yet."

Chloe felt her stomach twist in fear. She couldn't be serious. She looked at her in shock. Surely this woman couldn't honestly consider handing another woman over to a man with less than honorable intentions.

"You wouldn't..."

"Oh I would." Kommissar said. "Stacie didn't think I would either. She never questioned me again after."

Chloe felt her fear mix with pure hatred for this woman. If she could be called that.

"You are a monster." She growled.

Kommissar smiled and reached out, her hand brushing down Chloe's cheek to cup her chin.

"You have no idea."

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"It's been five days. Five days Stacie. Where the fuck is this so called school?!" Jesse yelled slamming his bag to the ground.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, having heard Jesses outbursts multiples times everyday.

"We are close. A couple days out maybe." Stacie had kept her cool with every angry word that was thrown at her. She felt her temper wearing thin though, and hoped they could make it the rest of the way without losing it completely. She knew that she could take him, if she needed too. She just didn't want too.

"Yeah, a couple more days, and they could be dead. If they aren't already. If they are even there at all."

Aubrey had set her own bag down and was digging through it, looking for water when she heard a branch snap.

"Jesse, I am trying. It's not like I can make us walk any faster," Stacie said. "We are all injured, and it's amazing that we have even made it this far."

"Guys." Aubrey said standing up slowly, looking around.

"Yeah, and we are injured because these ass hole people that crashed Beca's truck. Which she is going to be pissed about that truck was her baby-"

"A truck is the least of our worries!" Stacie shouted and Aubrey huffed.

"Guys!" She yelled and they both turned to her.

"What?!" They said in unison and she held a finger to her lips.

Jesse instantly raised his gun and Stacie readied her crossbow.

They could hear what sounded like leaves rustling, in all directions. They looked but couldn't see anything. The woods were thick, and it was getting darker out, the trees casting shadows in all directions. They could hear branches breaking and they moved closer together, their backs together as they looked around them. But they saw nothing. Whatever it was, it was staying hidden. It sounded like more than one. They were surrounded.

XXXXXX. TRIGGER WARNING (More violence, short description of sexual assault. Skip if this is triggering to you. Message me if you are confused, and I will give you a run down.)

"Six days, Chloe."

Chloe looked up weakly from her place on the floor. She had been moved the day before. From the room she was in, to the Kommissars room. It had a bed, a large bed that looked so inviting. She however, was made to sleep on the floor beside it. She had been given a handful of stale crackers the day before. The first thing she had eaten since they day they were taken. And a cup of water. One cup exactly. She ate and drank quickly, wishing they would give her more.

Her stomach turned however when Kommissar and the man, Theo began to laugh as she finished.

She looked at them in confusion. "You ate so quickly, we didn't get a chance to tell you, half of that was for Beca." Kommissar said with an evil grin on her face. She felt the tears gather in her eyes as she looked at the empty cup, and crumbs from the crackers. She knew they never had any intention of telling her this.

"You haven't fed her?" She asked.

The Kommissar looked at her. "Why would I do that?" She asked. "Neither of you have told me what I want to hear."

"You fed me."

"Because I knew the moment you found out that part of it was for Beca, you would get that look on your face. That guilty expression. Knowing if you hadn't been so selfish, she would get to eat too. But now, she doesn't. And trust me, Chloe, she needs it. She can barely function. She is so thirsty."

"Evil bitch." Chloe rasped and Kommissar smiled.

"Yes I am." She said. "Also, a very observant bitch. You care for her a lot."

Chloe glared at her. "You know, she has been going through hell. No food, no water. No sleep." She listed.

Chloe felt her anger growing. They weren't letting her sleep.

"Sleep deprivation, can make a person go crazy." She said softly. "So far, she seems to be doing okay. But another week. Or two. The dehydration, the lack of sleep. I don't know if she can take it Chloe."

"Just leave her alone." Chloe said.

"I would. But, you won't help me. You are doing this to her, Chloe. You are protecting a girl you barely know, fully aware that every time you deny me what I want, it only hurts Beca more."

"I want to see her."

"I don't think so,"

"Let me see her. Let me talk to her and-"

"She doesn't talk, Chloe."

"I can talk to her!" Chloe yelled angrily.

The Kommissar quirked an eyebrow. "I want to see her."

"Tell me where to find Stacie."

Chloe clenched her jaw.

"Your choice." She said. "Theo, you've had your eye on Beca." She said and Chloe's eyes widened.

He smiled and nodded once. "She's yours." Kommissar said, not taking her eyes off of Chloe.

"No!" She screamed getting to her feet as Theo turned and left the room. "No you sick freak!" She rushed after him, only to be grabbed by Kommissar. "Let go of me! Don't touch her, I swear I'll kill you!" She screamed, using all her energy to try and free herself, struggling hard against the woman.

"Tell me, Chloe. Tell me where Stacie would go, and I'll call him off."

Chloe let out a sob as she felt the last week hit her hard, and she weakened further in Kommissars grip.

"How about, you see exactly what you are doing." She said and holding Chloe tightly, she moved from the room. Chloe cried and tried to fight herself free again but it was no use.

They moved into the next hallway and Chloe could see Theo walk into a room. "No, BECA!" She screamed as they got closer.

"Scream your little heart out, Chloe, you are the only one that could possibly help her."

They entered the room and Chloe's blood ran cold. Beca was laying on the floor, barely conscious. Her face battered, her arms bruised, her clothes covered in dried blood.

"Beca, no, get up!" She yelled and Beca's eyes opened. She looked to see Chloe a few feet away, but immediately turned her attention to the man standing above her.

Chloe watched as he leaned down and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet.

"What've you done to her?" She cried.

"What we do in room 17. This is our designated room, we use for, interrogation I guess you could call it. Only, she won't talk. Can't, as you have told us."

"Please, please just let her go?" Chloe begged, not taking her eyes of the girl a few feet away. She looked so defeated, but gave a subtle shake of her head, telling Chloe not to fight.

"Last time." Kommissar said.

"Dammit! Honestly how would I know?! How would I know where they are?! You took us! I don't even know where we are!"

"You will lead us to your camp!" Kommissar said. "Lead us to Stacie,"

Beca shook her head again, this time they all saw and Theo gave her a rough shake.

"Fine. Theo, she is yours." Kommissar said and stood back, taking Chloe with her as Theo shoved Beca roughly against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Chloe rushed out.

Kommissar smiled, as she watched.

Chloe felt her heart sink as his hand trailed down Beca's chest to the bottom of her shirt and slipped under it.

"No! Stop it!" She screamed, "Get away from her!"

Beca lifted her hand quickly and punched Theo, with more strength than they would have thought she would have. He stumbled slightly and Beca tried to run, Chloe trying again to get out of Kommissars grasp, to no avail.

Theo grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back against the wall, before pulling her down to the floor.

Chloe screamed again, as he hit her hard, and she fell still in a daze.

"Stop! Please, please stop!" Chloe screamed as he reached down and yanked the button on her pants open. Kneeling over her, undoing is own pants.

"Are you insane! You can't let him do this! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Theo, show her how insane we are." Kommissar smiled and he looked up at her for a moment, before he balled his fists and began mercilessly beating the small body below him.

"He could beat her to death. Right now." Hot breath brushed her ear as she screamed and cried, begging him to stop hurting her.

"Why won't you just tell us, Chloe?"

She asked herself that. Why didn't she just tell? Why didn't she just give Stacie up? Lead them to their camp. Help them hunt her. Stop Beca's pain. She felt the rage inside building with every punch Beca took. She couldn't, because she knew either way, these people took great pleasure in hurting others. And she would be turning Stacie, and probably Aubrey over to them, to do as they pleased. She fought with the emotions inside her. She could stop this. All she had to do was agree to give them Stacies life. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

They hurt Beca physically. But, her? They were using psychological torture. Give up Stacie to receive the treatment Beca was getting. Most likely Aubrey and Jesse too. Or let Beca continue to endure this. Making her watch, to see what she was causing. What her choice was doing.

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Aubrey saw something move to her right and instantly turned and pulled the trigger. A few yards away, a creature fell dead to the ground. The shot echoed around them and Jesse and Stacie flipped around to see what it was. At that moment, whatever had been surrounding them, seemed to take off in all directions, as they couldn't keep track of it.

"Those weren't creatures." Stacie breathed. "We are close."

Jesse grabbed his bag. "Good. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can kill everyone of those sorry bastards."

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The sound of Beca's shirt being torn snapped Chloe out of the internal battle she was having with herself and she wanted to throw up as the man pinned Beca's hands above her head with one of his hands and leaned down, his lips grazing her neck. She was bruised and broken, but still tried to get away from him. Her legs kicking as much as they could as he pinned her beneath him, her back arching trying to free herself, but it only pushed her into him.

Chloe's eyes clouded with tears, she had to stop this. She couldn't allow this to go on, she refused to be responsible for this happening to Beca. She refused to allow this monster to hurt her anymore.

Beca's eyes locked with hers, full of pure fear and resignation. A look Chloe had never seen in her eyes, a look that was painful to see. It almost looked as if Beca was giving up completely, as tears poured from her eyes, her lips curled back over her teeth as she grimaced and cried almost silently, aside from the whimpers that escaped her throat. It was terrifying to see. Something Chloe never thought she would witness.

A large hand, Theo's hand disappeared between them, and Chloe choked, Beca's eyes widening, staying locked on hers. Chloe opened her mouth, this was over.

It was in that moment, she looked back into the terrified blue eyes and Beca let out a sob. A loud, heart wrenching sob and Chloe stopped. She felt everything stop. Or, that is how it felt. It felt as though the whole world stopped.

That sound, was something she'd never heard.

It was as if nothing was moving. Then a hoarse, uneven voice, "Ch-Chloe, Help me!"

Chloe's whole body went rigid. Had she just...

Her eyes once again, though slightly unfocused, moved to Beca's. There she was met with pleading eyes and Theo lifted away from her neck.

"I need you," Beca's voice cracked.

Kommissar smiled, and Theo looked down at the girl below him.

"You hear that Chloe? She does speak." Kommissar hissed in her ear. "But can you listen?"

A/N: I know! Bad place to stop it..l but it felt like the right place to stop it. LOTS happened in this chapter... BECA spoke! And I looked it up, even after so long with out talking, she would be able to speak just fine, just a little raspy. I wanted her first word to be Chloe and my lovely GF helped me with the first lines she would speak. I hope this was up to everyone's standards, I am actually quite happy with it. Which doesn't happen. Ever. SO please review and the next chapter is coming up SOON!