Emmett's POV

Toby is driving well over the speed limit. I look as the world goes on around us. A couple walk by hand in hand. I think of me and Bay. A man with his dog. A girl on a jog. Completely unaware of the dire situation Bay is in right now. Completely unaware of the fact that someone could be being raped or killed. Right in this moment. I just hope Bay doesn't fall into that category. I think to myself and laugh at a thought I quickly have. Toby looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What's funny."

"Trying to think of happy thoughts. Think about TV. We're kinda like people on that show SVU right now." He laughs now too.

"I guess your right. Who am I?"

"Your Benson."

"What why am I the chick?!"

"Because I'm more like Stabler. And it was my metaphor."

"Didn't he leave the show?"

"Yeah but the new guy sucks." We laugh as we pull into his driveway. Then we notice Bay's car still isn't here and remember why we're here and get out of the car.

"Come on Benson." Toby hits my shoulder as we run into the house. John is standing at the counter and is reading something.

"Hey Toby." He looks up and sees me.

"Oh, hey Emmett." I look at Toby and he isn't wasting any time.

"Yeah. Hey dad. Can we borrow your phone?"

"What for?"

"Just yes or no." He finally catches on and I assume Toby must sound nervous.

"Toby, what's going on?" Toby looks over at me as if asking for my approval and I shake my head no. No, John will freak out.

"Come on dad, nothing, mines not turning on and I need one in case I have to call mom or Daphne or someone."

"What's wrong with Emmett's?" Shit.

"It's dead." I quickly sign.

"You guys are helpless." At least he's buying it. He turns and tosses his phone to Toby. Toby says something and I follow him out the door. He practically runs to the car and I follow him. I get in a little bit after him. I slam the door and he is unlocking the phone. He gets it on the first try and scrolls though the phone and finally finds the tracker app.

"Got it." He opens the app and there are several names listed. But the one I care about is first on the list. Bay. He clicks on the name then hands me the phone. Much like john did when we set out to find Bay almost a year ago. I look at the loading symbol. It is taking way to long for my liking. Finally it opens. I hit Toby's arm.

"Heathwood Park."

"How far is that?"

"22 minutes." He nods and we turn left. I put on the GPS sound for him so he doesn't have to keep watching me sign and look away from the road. I lookout the window. I watch the people again. Had any of them been through something like this? Had someone taken out of their life out of no where? I realize this is the second time this has happened to Toby. First the hospital took Daphne out of his life. Now Bay was gone. Only difference, this time his sister wasn't gone because of a mistake. And this time he knows that something is wrong.

Bay's POV

It's cold. that's all know. It's so cold. I cling to my shirt and sit with my knees pulled up to my chest. I have one arm wrapped around my legs. The other is tied to the wall on a make shift hook. I have never thought this would happen. Never even as a nightmare. This was for TV. Those law shows Emmett always watched. But yet, here I was, trapped in a cold prison. HE hadn't been down here for a few hours, and for that I was grateful. I remember he came in earlier. Every word runs through my mind.

"Come on sweet cheeks." He slowly unzipped my sweater. I am still shaking, but I try not to cry. It's what he wants. My sweater falls to the floor. "Better. Now you're a little less covered up." He bent down behind me and took the sweater. He came up and looked at me."Sometimes, I think it's a crime to have you locked up. But then I think about the fun we get to have later, and it goes away." His slight deaf accent always lingers. But it doesn't matter. Every word is crystal clear. He put his lips on mine again. I push him away and yell no. I finally knee him in the stomach and he lets go. I start to run for the door and hit its heavy metal surface. It's cold. Like the room. "Help me! Please! Help!" He grabs my arm and drags me to the back wall. "Now that could be a problem." He ties a rope around my wrist and then ties that to the wall. I scream for help. But no one comes. He kisses me one more time. "No more trouble." He slams my head against the wall and then leaves again.

I can't shake it. My head still hurts where he hit it against the wall. I turn and see blood on the wall. The door slowly opens. I can see outside for a little bit, then I see that it's just a dirt wall. No stairs or more concrete. Just dirt. With enough space in front of the door for a person to stand. He comes in and shuts the door as always. He walks up to me slowly. When he reaches me, he pulls out the knife.

"No more problems right." I nod my head yes. I can't talk. I'm to scared to say anything to him. He bends down and cuts the rope, but after it falls I feel him slit my wrist too.

"That's to make sure." I hear the knife fall to the ground. He picks up my wrist and I see my blood trickling from the gash. He drops it and brings my face to his. This kiss is the most forceful yet. I can tell it's going to happen now. I punch his chest to push him away but it doesn't happen. I scream for help whenever his lips aren't on mine. I try to run a few time. But nothing works. I beg for someone to come get me. For Emmett. But I know it's too late. The voice in my head stopped saying not yet. Now it was screaming now. I could only hope someone would get to me. And soon. I break. I finally start to cry. I punch him in the chest again and he stops. I run for the door and hit it screaming.

"HELP! Please!" He grabs my arm but I squirm out of it and slap him across the face. He pulls me away and pushes me to the ground. I feel a sharp pain and look to see he cut my wrist again. Deeper. There is more blood now.

"What did I say about causing trouble?" I can't let him win. I can't. I slap him again and see my blood on his face. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head and throws it to the other side of the room. I try to get away. He has his hands all over me and I am pinned to the floor. His lips are on mine again and I feel like I am drowning. I hear something outside the door. But I tell myself it's just hope. Hope that this won't happen. I squirm under him. But it's not working. His hands are all over me. He lips are on mine. I slap him again and he stops kissing me for a second.

"HELP ME!" I scream. His lips are back on mine. I feel cold all over. I am shaking. I hope my screams are enough. That someone will come. Someone will know I am here. Trapped in the hell.

End of chapter 26

hey, sorry, I kinda went AWOL for a month. bit it happens. and see how I stuck in that SVU reference in there. that s my number one obsession. that and switched at birth. so if you want to talk SVU feel free to send me a pm. as always, please review.