=Brittany=

I don't know how long it's been. Days and Nights become clustered. I miss the sun. I miss dancing. I miss being able to go when I want to go. Most of all, I miss Santana, and everyone other then Ken but mostly Santana. The cut on my ankle from trying to get the cuff off when we were in the van is starting to look bad. Maybe it's just the light in this closet. Not to mention my vision has been blurry since he took me. Maybe pieces of the mirror cut me. Ken was nice enough to clean me up though. He says when can trust me he'd let me roam the house when he's not here as well. I don't know where he goes, I'm just happy not to have his hands on me.

It's almost easier to be held captive here. He can't hurt her. It took a beating but he knows that now too. If he sets foot back there, he'd be arrested, probably right in front of his daughter. Now I can fight him without worrying about her or the girls taking my place. The voices have come back including my friends. Though the others bug me and I have to fight them, it's nice to have someone other than jerk-face(as LT likes to call him) to talk to. I would rather die than stay here and be his little wife though. Looks like he's not gonna let me leave this closest then, at least not without being tethered to his leg. He has moments when he's almost human, then his lobito gets the best of him. Fighting him is pointless for anything other than being able to live with myself. He's stronger to start with and I'm only getting weaker. I found a bust of strength and try to force myself through the door. Only to get a splitter in my shoulder and am now more drained than I was before. I wrap myself back in the sheet. Apparently smarting off, gave him the right not to give me clothes back. Even if it was only panties and a t-shirt, I missed it.

I kick myself for wondering what he was doing. I should be happy I don't have to be his personal blow up doll. Was he trying to rebuild a normal life without people know he had a woman locked in his closet at home. Was he scouting for someone to replace me when he kills me. Had he been arrested and they just need to find me now. Starving to death didn't seem that bad and if they did find me I could see Sanny again. I wondered how she was doing. Was she blaming herself? I knew she knew something was up but I had to brush her off. Did I put up enough of a fight to show everyone I didn't take off again? Did she think that anyway. Was what's his face fucking with her head again? Who was chasing away the bad dreams now? If it's been weeks, what do the kids know? What would I tell them if this was reversed? One voice is telling me I'm being stupid. That my family and friends have already moved on. That Santana has found another woman to be with and the kids are happy not to have a mother who talks to herself. Goat isn't saying much. LT is going to get me killed by the smarting off and putting words into my mouth, words I'm thinking but know it's a bad idea to say out loud but I do it anyway. Last time I pissed him off I said something to the nature of 'There's a reason I like women. Men are gross with there need for control and obsession with the size of their man parts.' That's why I don't have clothing right now.

I'm pulled from my random thoughts when I hear a door slam. I work out a plan for the night. I didn't want to be hit again. I wasn't going to say anything at all. He opens the door and offers a hand to help me up I get up but didn't take the help. I wrapped the checked sheet tighter around me even if he's goggled my body before. "I brought some food" he said holding out some take out back. I didn't recognize the logo and my vision was too blurry to read it. It ended up being some kind of Chinese not as good as Mike's mom's but I was too hungry to care. "I picked you up some paperbacks for when I'm away." I didn't say I probably wouldn't be able to read them because of whatever damage was done to my eyes. That I wanted my family back not some cheap clearance novels. The gesture would be sweet if I were in a hospital with no memories but I was being held in somewhere as a fuck toy for a sex addict. "I want to take care of you."

'Yeah...sure you do. I think you're mommy never thought you how to properly get a girl to like you' "Shut-it!" I mummer. I'm thankful he was too busy crunching on a egg-roll to hear it.

"Your beautiful you know." he says taking my hand causing me to loose my precious sheet. "Oh you still don't have your clothes. I guess you learned your lesson." He pulls out a plain light green sundress or modest nightgown. It was pretty though I'm 37 not 13. "Here you go." He handed me some panties which thankfully he let me put on myself. He leads me to the bed and pulls a hair brush out of the nightstand. "It doesn't have to be this way. I just can't trust that you won't run off or kill me in my sleep." he says this as he brushes my hair. It was more than creepy but that was nothing new. He's been creepy since before he started blackmailing me.

Hours later I'm laying in bed with him. Funny when sleeping on a very thin mattress, like the ones they have at summer camp, with only a sheet is better then a cushy mattress with warm fluffy pillows and blankets. Of course the biggest difference was in the closet I was alone. Here I had mu capture holding me like my babies held their plushies. I can feel his now limp penis against my ass. My foot was now cuffed to the bed somewhere. The restraint was still uncomfortable but didn't tear up my skin like the rough metal one in the van. This one was a leather strap with that sheep skin you find on a lot of dog toys lined the inside. It was pulled tight like a belt with a pad lock holding it closed attached to a heavy chain which led to something under the bed. I've seen these things sold at adult toy shops, San and I haven't been to one for a while because of the results of our experimentation with toys. When she wanted me to try it on her, it didn't really work out; She had a panic attack because of the type of penetration. Trying to get the improved cuff off was just as difficult. When he rolled over. I decided to do something that would be the stupidest or smartest things I ever done.

I slowly get off the bed as quietly as I could. I didn't know how long the chain was. I manage to crawl to his jeans he wore today and hoped he was horny enough to forget to hide his phone. Sadly the only thing in his pants was a used kleenex and lint. I look around the room and find what I was looking for. On the far dresser laid his phone, wallet and even a box cutter. I slowly limp closer, but trip when I run out of chain about a foot out of my reach when outstretched.

My foot is bleeding again. "Oh Britt-Britt." I flinch at the once loved nickname. "Look what you did." he scolds putting me on the edge of the bed. He takes a key on a chain around his neck and takes off the binds. "This is starting to look bad." I just stare at him as he cleans it up with water, rubbing alcohol, and triple antibiotic. He wraps it in gaze. He changes the cuff on the chain and replaces it. He shortens the chain a lot with another padlock before telling me to lay back down with him. Maybe pretending will get me further.

=Santana=

"Santana, sweetie." I feel a light shake of my arm and my eyes fly open. I almost think it's her but I see the face of my quietest friend. "You alright?" I don't say anything but nod. I know Mike had been having nightmares and the ware of double nightmare busting was showing on sweet Tina. Tina was nice but no Brittany. Brittany was the only one to make this feeling go away. I needed to know she was alright. After nearly 3 weeks, her case had gone cold. They said their still looking for them, but don't know where to go now. Last lead they had was in South Dakota but after that nothing. It was only an image of Ken at some drive through. No Brittany. He was driving a old green mini van. The image was too fuzzy to id the make or model. Now it's been six weeks since I've held her, and it hurt.

I sit in the bathroom to get away from my smothering baby sitter and smoke. I know everyone's heart was in the right place, but they were only coddling me. Trying to make sure I don't go off the handle, either at the press, the police, or his coworkers who I almost punched already. The other gym members suggested that she was having a midlife crises and gave up lesbianism to be with him. By some of the press I was labeled a needy wife. The police kept giving me false hope. I had gotten to know most of the guys (and girl) on her case. They believed me, that Brittany didn't take off. That we had a great marriage. That Kenneth was dangerous and needed to be stopped or at least committed. Karen had been offering to go shopping with me or take me to lunch to get my mind off my lost wife. It was an awkward experience at first. I liked her. If I weren't already taken, I might like her. I knew she was straight, hell she checked out a handsome manager when we had lunch one day, mentioned his broad chest. He was handsome and attractive but I didn't feel the same. I couldn't say what was handsome about him. Retail therapy something Mandy hates was a great distraction. We shared stories about our kids and the funny shit they do. In under a month we were as close friends as I was with Sasha or Sean. I know she was distracting me on purpose which I greatly appreciated.

I step out and Tina puts some warm toast in my mouth. "You have to eat something. Brittany will kill me if she comes back and there's not much of you left."

I paused for a moment. "Do you really believe she's still alive?" I say in all seriousness. I often wondered how many people thought that she was already dead but didn't want to tell me that. I wondered it too, but as sick as it is, she probably kidnaped her for sex. So unless she really pissed him off or he was afraid of being caught I doubt he'd kill her.

"I don't know sweetheart. Come on we have to go to the airport." I really didn't want to but Sadie and Lucas both had to be at practice this week. Charlie was being send to Quinn and Rachel's for the rest of the summer. Quinn and Rachel have been helpful from NYC but Rachel was in the middle of a show and couldn't come down. They said it was the least they could do. Lucas called me last week angry that I didn't tell him but when I asked him if his sisters knew he understood. I didn't want them to see me like this barely a person. "Here I picked out some clothes for you." Tina, Tina, Tina. I thought it was sweet really but I could pick out my own clothes. Just last week...yeah that's why she's doing this. Last week I had a crying fit when Brittany's winter sweaters fell from the shelve. I don't remember much for an hour after that. There were lots of moments like that. The oddest being when a random pop song came on the radio. When she heard it, she'll always make a gagging sound before changing it. No gagging sound came though. I had nightmares about what he was doing to her, and her reactions ranging from being stupidly resistant to completely willing both were beyond upsetting.

When I got on Facebook that morning I almost yelp. Brittany Lopez-Pierce posted on your wall, said a message. I go to it scared at what I was going to find. 'Hep i dont have time. there's a moutains and a bunc of tres out sid.' The message was barely readable but the point was clear, she's alive and she wants to be found.

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AN: Excused any miss spellings. I've got some flu-like cold but because of it I have a ton of time just not energy to do something that lets just face it, I suck at to the degree I know I need to. Please review. Hopefully Brittany will be back home next chapter ;)