A/N: So very sorry for not updating yesterday. I was a bit busy yesterday and today, but here it is. Also, forgive me if this chapter seems sucky; I'm exhausted. It's been a loonnng day.

Chapter 3

It didn't take long for Blaine to panic when he realized they's taken his phone. He whimpered, trying to think of Kurt's voice, but all he could see were the jeers of the three counselors.

"I just want Kurt back," he whispered, before letting the sobs come out, harsh and raw.

BAKHBAKHBAKHBAKH

Kurt tossed and turned in his bed. He'd tried several times to call Blaine, but had gotten no response and was getting very worried. All he could picture was Blaine in a strange, awful place, terrified of what wa going to happen next.

"I'll find you, Blaine," he whispered as tears rolled down his face. "I promise I'll find you and cuddle you and never let anyone hurt you ever again."

Then he fell into a nightmare-filled sleep, not knowing that only 40 miles away, his boyfriend was doing the same thing.

BAKHBAKHBAKHBAKH

Blaine woke up on the hard, wooden floor the next morning after a night infested with bad dreams. He shivered at the freezing temperature in the room, and his stomach growled loudly.

The door opened and Jeremiah entered, a tray in his hands.

"You hungry?" he asked, sounding almost kind.

Blaine nodded eagerly.

Jeremiah came a few steps closer, and then, "HERE, BITCH!" he laughed, throwing the bowl of...whatever it was, right on Blaine.

Blaine whimpered, trying to get all of the stuff off of him as he flinched away from the blonde man.

"Faggots don't get to eat until they stop bein faggots," Jeremiah explained with a gleeful smirk. "They don't deserve nice things like clothes, food, or a bed of their own, because they're sick-minded little freaks of nature."

Blaine whimpered as the man got closer and closer into his personal space, terrifying him even more.

"That's what you are. A disgusting freak!" he slapped Blaine across the face. Hard.

Blaine's lip trembled as tears of utter fear ran down his face. "I-I'm s-sorry, J-Jeremiah-"

"YOU WHORE! DON'T YOU EVER SAY MY NAME AGAIN! YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MASTER!" Jeremiah screamed, kicking him in the stomach.

"Y-yes, M-Master," Blaine squeaked. "I-I' s-so s-sorry, M-Master."

"That's more like it, you little slut," Jeremiah said. "Now then. I'm going to let Sebastian play with you today. He loves it when I let him play. Don't worry; it'll only hurt alot!" he laughed again before heading out, slamming the door behind him.