Escape Plan

'What the hell do we do?' Rachel whispered, panicked.

'Just stay calm,' Quinn said, as Santana started coughing next to her. 'Santana, are you okay?' Quinn said gently, looking over her friends cut arm. 'Yeah, I think but it hurts.' she winced.

'What hurts?' Brittany said comfortingly.

'It all hurts Brit.' Santana tried to smile, but her jaw had started to ache from where the man slapped her. 'I think we need to get this arm covered up, you're still bleeding a bit.' Then she ripped of a slither of her cardigan, and wrapped it around the smaller girl's arm, stopping the bleeding almost immediately. 'Thanks Quinn.'

'thank me when we get out of this.' She joked.

'How are we going to get out of this?' Brittany asked, as they all looked around silently.

'I have an idea,' Santana said quietly.

'Yeah? What is it San?' Rachel asked, leaning in closer.

'You guys need to make a run for it.' She said.

'What! No, we're not leaving you.' Quinn almost shouted.

'Yes you are. I cant run, I can hardly move. And I can stay here as a distraction. If you guys all run off in different directions, they wont be able to catch you.' She smiled again.

'No way. I love you, I'm not going to leave you.' Brittany was close to tears.

'I love you too Brit, which is why I would rather try this than see these guys hurt you. I wouldn't be able to stand it if anything happened to you.' She smiled at her, wiping a tear from her face.

'You don't think that goes both ways!'

'Look, no more talk about this. No one is leaving you San.' Quinn said.

'Yeah, I mean it was a very noble suggestion Santana, but at least if we're all together we can protect each other.' Rachel added, causing the girls to smile.

'What's all the smiles for girls?' Jerry was walking over to them. 'I don't think you'll be smiling for much longer.'

'Hey screw you man.' Santana said.

'You,' He pointed the crow bar the Santana's face, and then planted it dangerously on her shoulder, 'better watch yourself. Doug has already taken a shine to you, I wouldn't want to provoke him.' He stared Santana down, and she just nodded, as he lifted the crow bar away from her.

'Hey Jerry, let's go.' Doug shouted, as he was walking back over to them. He was carrying thin strips of plastic. 'Bind their hands.' He said, giving Jerry three pieces.

'Come on girls, you know we don't want to hurt you, unless we have to.' He winked at Quinn, who shot him a look of disgust as he bound her hands, then Rachel's and then Brittany's. Doug walked over and stood, towering above Santana, 'you, my dear, get to ride shotgun.' He said as he forcefully bound her hands tightly in front of her, sending a shot of pain through her left arm, causing her to flinch away form him. 'Hey,' he said, holding her hands in one of his, and cupping her chin with the other, 'I'm sorry okay, I really don't want to mess up that pretty face any more.' He smiled. And she spat in his face. Bad move. 'Alright bitch, have it your way.' He yanked her forward, and slammed her up against the side of the van. 'Hey, no, Santana!' Brittany yelled.

'Get them in the back of the van Jerry, I need to have a talk with this one.' Jerry did as Doug asked, and began to usher the girls into the back of the van. 'Come on girls,' He said, almost gently. Santana couldn't look at Brittany, she just said; 'don't worry Brit, I'll be fine. I'll see you soon okay?'

'Yeah, San, see you soon.' Brittany said, crying, as she and the other girls got into the van.

They were seated on the side of the van opposite of Jerry, he hadn't taken his eyes off of them. Boss's orders they guessed. 'Why are you doing this?' Quinn said quietly.

'Orders girls, nothing personal.'

'Orders from who?' Rachel asked.

'The boss.' He looked at them, 'I'm not going to start spilling my guts here am I.' He added sarcastically. They heard a thump from outside, they knew it was Santana, being thrown against the van again. Brittany let out a whimper and Quinn put her bound hands comfortingly on the cheerleaders knee. 'Why has he singled out Santana?' Quinn wanted to know.

'Because, he knows she's going to be the hardest to handle, he thinks it will be easier if he takes her out now.'

'Takes her out!' Rachel shouted, 'is he going to kill her!'

'No, no, sorry, I meant he's going to tear her down so much, she wont have any energy to fight back any more.'

'Well, what is he doing to her?' Quinn said angrily. As Brittany looked up.

'Come on, she's a great looking girl, a cheerleader. I think you know what he's doing.' Jerry almost looked, sad, at the though of what his friend was capable of. And all of the girls started to cry, as they though of one of their best friends, having to suffer so much pain.