Hi. So much happened with this chapter I thought it was deleted so I had to restart then I found the original so then I had to compile both chapters but I got this one out so now I can work on the next one when I have insomnia. Thank yall for being so patient with me. Enjoy lovebugs.

TW: ABUSE & MENTIONS OF RAPE

DAY 1

Mercedes woke up feeling weak and violated. The only thing that she could find good about her situation was that Will had a little bit of common decency to pull out instead of implanting his semen inside of her. When he finally did leave her alone she cried herself to sleep and held herself for a feeling of comfort. She slept off and on due to early-onset nightmares. She was with Sam in the beginning but it always ended with Will and her feeling like nothing was ever going to be the same.

The room she was locked in had a window but it was covered with black curtains letting in little light, but she could see a bit from the cracks that were let in. Her arms grew weak due to the cuffs and her face hurt more than anything. She could only imagine what she looked like, not to mention the bruising on her legs, arms, and face. She was stuck in her own deep thoughts when the door opened.

"Hey don't fret, there is much time for all of that later. I brought you some food," Will began.

"I bought you, your favorite. A turkey sandwich but just turkey and bread. I noticed that while I was watching you from my security footage," Will smiled as he sat the food in front of her. Mercedes stayed quiet and cornered herself against the bedframe ignoring him.

"You are going to have to eat eventually you know that right. Look I know this isn't ideal, but Mercedes I have been waiting a long time for you to be mine, and it would be really nice if you were nice to me," Will commented.

"YOU KIDNAPPED ME! I am here handcuffed to a fucking bed with your crazy ass because you were watching me and my boyfriend. I don't want to fucking eat I want to go home." Mercedes growled.

"THIS IS YOUR HOME! YOU DON'T BELONG TO SAM YOU BELONG TO ME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT AND SINCE YOU FORGOT MAYBE IT'S TIME I REMINDED YOU!" Will hissed. He slammed the tray off the bed and went to grab Mercedes's leg but she kicked him in the stomach and that set Will off. He punched Mercedes in her jaw before unbuckling his belt.

"Please Sam come find me." She thought.

SAM

Sam, Mary, Dwight, Sinclair, Puck, Artie, and the Unholy Trinity were all sitting in the speakeasy trying to figure out how in the hell they were going to get Mercedes back. The Unholy Trinity had the connection to Luxe but going over the whole client list and tracking those men would take months and they didn't have that amount of time. Matt had given Artie the small cameras in the hopes that he could hack into them and gain useful data because Artie would take less time than the original person.

"Did she have any enemies," Sinclair asked quietly.

"Not any that we know Ms. S, Mercedes was sweet and she made friends wherever she went her having enemies is highly unlikely," Santana answered.

Dwight began, "Sam the last meeting you had here who was it with?"

"William and Ken, but Ken should have taken his losses and left," Sam answered.

"Quinn check to see if Will has updated his podcast as of recently?" Mary commanded.

"As of now his last episode was a month ago, wait Will Schuester?" Quinn answered.

"Yes, why?" Mary replied.

"He was the guy that Mercedes had to ban from the club. He was becoming an issue for the girls so she terminated his membership and banned him from ever setting foot," Quinn replied.

"Sam what did Mercedes say to him at that meeting," Sinclair asked urgently.

"She told him that she could tell his wife about his time at the club. Fuck he probably has her somewhere. Artie any luck on the cameras?" Sam questioned.

"One sec," Artie replied. He bit his lip and kept clicking keys on his laptop with so much fury they thought his fingers could cramp at any moment.

"I checked the fingerprints on them and scanned them with this database system and it came back with 99.9% being Sam's which is obvious because you grabbed them. However that small 1% belongs to Will," Artie said.

"Son of a bitch," Sam growled.

"Alright, Puck and Santana head over to Will's residence to speak to his wife, Artie and Quinn I want you two to run through Will's movements at Luxe. Sam, you stay calm, Brittany I need you to go with Puck and Santana. We are going to bring her back."

Puck, Santana, and Brittany had made it to Will and Emma's house and it looked relatively nice. A small one-story home with nice features.

"Ok look chances are Emma does not know what has been going on, so do not outwardly accuse her," Puck said.

"Fine, I'll wait but if I think for one second she is lying and I am pulling out Snixx," Santana replied. Puck rolled his eyes and knocked on the door. A few moments had passed when Emma Pillsbury-Shuester opened the door.

"Hi may I help you three," She asked.

"Yes we need to know if you know where has your husband Will has been," Puck answered.

"May I ask why,"

"We work where he does and we just needed to know have you seen him, he has been out for a while," Brittany added.

"Well, uh, he said that he was going to be staying at our vacation cottage, um would you all like the address, we don't even have any technology over and phones don't work so I can write it down for you," Emma suggested.

"That would be perfect thank you," Santana breathed out. Emma wrote the address on a quick piece of paper and sent the three off while Puck sent Sam a text to let them know they got an address.

Artie and Quinn were looking through past security footage and were currently combing through the week where Will wasn't allowed to be there.

"Right there the black Cadillac that is his car, zoom in," Quinn said. Artie did what he said.

"Looks like he was able to monitor her movements through that laptop in his passenger seat that's got to be how he was able to spy into Sam and Mercedes's home."

"Fucking creep, we have to get her back before he does something bad," Quinn sighed out.

"Shit yeah, I just got the address from Puck, here let me put it in the search engine, it is in the Hamptons in New York."

"Shit he crossed state lines, ok now we need to go see what the others are doing because the Hamptons is an 11-hour drive, and if we fly it will only be 3 hours," Quinn said as she looked at the screen.

"But they aren't going to let us fly I just got word from one of my pilot friends, they aren't letting in planes, private or not, in the air due to weather," Artie replied.

Sam's thin thread on sanity was about to break. Fast. He was about to go and find the love of his life and save her but the planes were down, and the drive was eleven hours. He knew with that amount of time he would never reach Mercedes's in time for nothing else to occur to her, but he was damn sure going to try. He was sitting with his parents and Sinclair in the kitchen while the others were in the office going over details about Will.

"Sam I know you don't want to hear this but driving at this time or not with your headspace isn't going to save my baby," Sinclair said breaking the silence.

"Ms. Sinclair I have to try and find her, I got the address," Sam stressed.

"Sam you have not had a good night's rest, you are not eating, you going over to the Hamptons and driving is going to do nothing to save Mercedes, but instead it will put you in danger," Mary added.

"But she is right there, we have what we need all we have to do is just go, hell I won't drive someone else can drive," Sam stressed.

"Sam one of our drivers isn't going to drive all the way to the Hamptons and we are not going to ask one of your friends in there to do it either," Dwight added.

"But I need her I need to go and save her," Sam stressed.

"You want to save my daughter. Then think with your head, driving over is only going to give my baby 11 more hours of horrid captivity with that bastard and that is even if you make it there in one solid piece. We are going to wait for tomorrow when the planes can fly then we will make the flight to save my baby girl. Now I don't know where the hell her father is and frankly I could care less because if he really cared he would be here telling you the exact same thing. So we are going to wait. Sam eat something and then go to bed, and make sure the friends, the very good friends that you all have done the same," Sinclair said with finality in her voice. Sam sighed out before doing as he was instructed because at the end of the day Sinclair was right. She was more than right.

DAY 2

Mercedes had been crying the whole night. Her face was swollen with tears and bruises. All she wanted to do was die because everything hurt so much. She tried so desperately when Will finally left the room to tug on the cuffs so they could break but it was to no avail. She couldn't break free.

She stared at the ceiling counting the little specs in the ceiling before she felt something poke her in her head. She slid her body up to her hands and felt around and then she pulled a bobby pin out her hair. She worked with quickness and worked to pop the lock on the cuffs. She was so fury in her work that she didn't realize that Will had come into her room.

"What the hell are you doing?" Will questioned.

"Leave me alone," Mercedes said as she froze.

"Are you trying to break out, are you trying to leave me," Will hissed out as he marched towards her and started roughly uncuffing her from the cuffs.

"Just when I thought you learned your fucking lesson, you go and pull some shit like this," Will growled. He gripped Mercedes's arm and tugged her towards the door.

Fear shook within Mercedes's body, she was too weak to fight back and she was scared about what else Will was going to do to her. He tugged her along before he reached a door he busted it open and threw Mercedes inside where there was nothing but a cold room with a cold floor.

"Good girls get to have their own rooms. Bad girls get nothing but a basement," Will growled. He shut the door behind him and locked it tight.

Mercedes laid on the ground curled in a ball and just cried.

SAM

"I just got word from the pilot that the latest he can let us leave is in 5 in the morning tomorrow," Dwight commented.

"That is another day we can't wait that long," Sam exclaimed.

"Baby it is either that or drive, and we aren't doing the latter," said Mary.

"And driving in this snow is no good either look son we have to wait because when we do the skies will be cleared up. Look we are going to get her back I promise," Dwight said. Sam looked at his parents before walking up to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and rubbed his face before his eye caught wind of the engagement ring next to a photo of himself and Mercedes.

His whole world was crashing down in front of him now.