Location: Unknown

'Rise and shine girls,' Doug shouted, as he ripped open the doors to the van, letting a hot blast of air steam through the inside of the van. Quinn gasped awake, the shock of the heat causing both of the girls to catch their breath. The sunlight burned their eyes, they had been inside for so long and they needed time to adjust. 'Out.' He ordered, as Quinn helped Santana up, and gently shuffled out of the van with one arm under the brunettes shoulders. 'What, no blindfolds? Handcuffs?' Santana asked, squinting and trying to get an understanding of their surrounding. 'Cute,' he replied, 'and look around, there's no where for you to go.' He laughed, slamming the doors shut as they surveyed the area. They were in the desert, somewhere. The heat was overwhelming and nothing was all they could see. There wasn't even a road so they had no idea what direction they drove in from, and there were no reception towers or houses. They were completely and utterly stranded. 'Come on, inside.' He said, grabbing Quinn by the arm to direct both girls in the opposite direction. Once they had turned around they saw a small shack. It was creepy, like Hills Have Eyes or Wrong Turn kind of creepy. Santana was thinking about how she wouldn't be surprised if there were body parts on ice in the fridge. He pushed them inside first, and then locked the door behind him as he walked into the tiny living room after them. Quinn saw him put the key in his pocket, and then he was dragging them into a different room.

It was the bedroom, or one of the bedrooms. 'Home sweet home girls.' They looked around. One single bed was on the far side of the room and they actually had a window this time. It was blocked with iron bars but still, it was a window. There wasn't much else to notice apart from a wardrobe, probably empty. 'Blondie, over here.' They looked at each other and Santana nodded, Quinn slowly releasing her arm and moving over to Doug. 'Sit.' He pointed to the floor, next to a small radiator.

'What? Why?' She questioned.

'Just do it,' he said, sharply pushing her down so that her back slammed against the wall.

'Hey!' Santana shouted, causing Doug to glare at her, and she remained silent.

'Hands up.' He motioned to the radiator, and then proceeded to bind her hands around it. 'There, that should be comfy.' He grinned.

'Bite me,' Quinn replied spitefully, and he backhanded her across the face, causing Santana to flinch.

'Be careful what you wish for tramp.' He bent down and stared her right in the eyes, and then blew her a kiss. She looked away in disgust, and then Doug turned his sights back on Santana. 'Your turn. Sit.' He pointed to a spot on the floor next to the bed, and it took Santana a minute to respond.

'What do you want from us?' She asked him flat out, looking into his eyes, but he just smiled and said; 'that's my business.'

'Huh, well I kind of think we have a right to know why this shit is happening to us!' She shouted at him, and saw his eyes flare. He really had a short fuse, but Santana couldn't help sparking it. 'You'll find out soon enough, now sit.' She shook her head and snorted, slowly moving to take her place on the ground. It wasn't even to annoy him really, she just hurt so much and any movement would set off a pain somewhere in her small frame. But Doug didn't care about that. He elbowed her in the back and she was thrown forwards, half on the bed, legs falling over the side. 'I said, sit down.'

'Yeah I fucking heard you.' With that, he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her back against the wall under the window. 'You really like pissing me off don't you slut?'

'Well,' she smiled, 'it's just really easy.'

'You're asking for it, but one more word from you and you get to watch blondie over there take some of the pain, do you understand me?' She looked at Quinn, sitting defenceless on the floor, and she knew she couldn't risk it. He pushed his hand under her neck and repeated; 'Do you fucking understand me!' She nodded, and as he released her she sat on the floor, breathing heavily, staring into Quinn's eyes as he bound her hands around the post of the bed. 'You girls behave now, I'll be back.'

'Santana,' Quinn called to her from across the room after Doug had left, slamming the door behind him. 'Yeah.' She replied.

'You okay?'

'As okay as I can be, you?' She smiled, leaning her head on the edge of the bed.

'Yeah. So, location; unknown.' Quinn joked, 'sounds like a really crappy crime novel.'

'They'll find us Q. I know it.' She smiled at the blonde, who had put her legs out in front of her, leaning back. She closed her eyes but she could still feel the brunettes gaze on her. 'S, go to sleep.' She ordered, not bothering to open her eyes. 'We need to rest while we can okay.'

'Yes boss.' Santana replied, grinning, and managed to lay herself down on the floor, arms held above her.