Chapter Two
Brittany looked shocked. This was a lot to take in. "Santana... I don't know what to say! I'm so sorry!"
Santana looked up at her best friend and sniffed. "She's my little sister. I love... loved her so much! She can't have been killed! That just isn't right!"
Brittany looked over to the desguised cop car that the police officer was in. The cop honked the horn.
"I have to go meet my mom at the Police Station. I'll text you when I know what's going to happen next." Santana sighed and got up off the ground.
Brittany shed one tear as she watched Santana leave. She felt truly awful, and definitely not sure what to say about the matter.
The cop looked annoyed by the time Santana got to the car. He smirked and said, "Get in."
Santana got into the passenger seat of the car, looking at the police officer.
"My name is Mike. You can call me Officer Franklin though. We'll be at the station in about ten minutes. We have Maggie's body in the back, so I suggest you don't go back there. Your mom will be waiting in the investigation room."
Santana didn't reply. She was too depressed to say anything. As much of a bad-ass as she was, she couldn't stop crying. She hated herself for crying in front of an officer, it lessened her bad reputation .
About 30 minutes later Santana saw the police station. Relieved that they were almost there, she sat back in her seat and let out a great deep breath, preparing herself for what awaited her inside.
The officer didn't stop at the police station.
"Officer... we passed the..." she was interupted by a large hand covering her mouth.
"Now here's what's going to happen next. You are going to hand over your cell phone, give me your purse, and you are going to stay quiet for the rest of the ride. If you don't do what I say I will kill you," the officer said in a low voice.
Santana nodded her head. She was now very frightened. Was he even a police officer? He sounded friendly when he had picked her up. He even knew her sister's name.
The police officer removed his hand from her mouth and continued to drive on until they reached a large concrete building three hours later.
They were in the middle of nowhere. There was no other buildings around, just a few trees and a lot of dead grass.
The man got out of the car and motioned for her to do the same. She was so frightened that she decided to obey him.
"If you try to run I have a gun. Stay in my sight at all times," the man said.
Santana still decided not to speak as they walked inside the large building. What she saw next was horrible.
There were girls, mostly her age, all locked up in prison-type cells. Most of them looked frail and very skinny.
The man lead her down the hall to a cell that was occupied by a sleeping girl with dark brown hair. He opened the door and quickly put her inside, locking it again.
"You will be assigned to a man later on," was all Santana heard before the man ran off into a dark room at the end of the hall.
Assigned to a man? she thought.
She looked over at the girl with the dark brown hair. She looked near to death.
Santana thought for a moment before speaking. She didn't really know what to say but, "where am I?"
The girl opened her mouth and in a raspy voice she replied, "We're in the cement building. Everyone calls it that. Don't try to escape though. They have good security and they'll beat you until you're almost dead if you try."
Santana felt a flash of fear and pain go through her spine.
"What did they do to you and what did he mean about assigning me to a man?"
The girl suddenly looked very frightened. "You don't want to know."
"I do. I really do."
"They assign you to a master when you first get here. That man will pretty much make you be his slave for as long as you're here. We don't get fed for days and we don't get water almost at all. We're all almost dead anyways. They work you so hard day and night... you never..." the girl suddenly shut her mouth as a large man walked over to their cell. He unlocked the door and called the girl over. She quickly ran over to him and mouthed the words 'good luck' as she left.
Santana was truly in fear now. She didn't want to be here! What had happened to Maggie? Was the officer lying about her murder? Santana had so many questions and no one to answer them. She sat down on the hard cement floor and started to cry.