Chapter 3
Brittany Pierce sat on her bed. It had been two days since she had heard from Santana. She was starting to worry. Maybe she should call her home number? She sighed and figured she'd let San and her family take some more time to situate themselves with the fact that Maggie had been killed.
Brittany sighed and lay down. It was already one in the morning. She couldn't get to sleep. She knew something wasn't right, but she couldn't tell what. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a nightmare.
Santana had been in the concrete building for two days now. She had been assigned a master named Ricardo. He was a buff man and he was very tall for his age of 18. Ricardo was one of the toughest masters that worked at the concrete building. He made her do way more work than any of the other slaves and he didn't feed her as much. She was already starting to lose weight.
She woke up one day to the sound of Ricardo's deep manly voice. She was supposed to have woken up an hour ago and he was furious. He stepped into the cell. Santana was still groggy from sleeping and her vision was blurred.
The next thing she knew, Ricardo had slapped her to the ground. She fell onto the pavement in pain. She was too weak for this kind of torture.
"Don't you ever sleep in again! Do you hear me!?" Ricardo yelled, kicking her in the stomach.
"Yes... master," Santana replied before blacking out.
Brittany woke up. It was now morning and she had to get ready for school. She wondered if Santana would be there today. It had been 3 days, but Santana was going to miss a lot of work if she didn't come back soon. Brittany got dressed and did her hair and makeup. She walked downstairs and saw her mother and father sitting at the table with Santana's mom. Her parents were in tears and Santana's mom was bawling.
"Mom, dad? What's wrong?" Brittany asked.
Santana woke up later in a large concrete office. Every damn thing in this prison seemed to be concrete. What was up with that? She opened her eyes and looked around. She could see Ricardo and the man that had pretended to be the officer.
"Where am I?" she asked quietly.
"Don't speak without asking first!" Ricardo snapped.
Santana nodded her head in obedience.
The man who had pretended to be the officer spoke up.
"Santana, Ricardo told me you slept in. Here at the compound you need to learn to be awake at 4:00 am and get outside with the rest of the girls for chore assigning. If you can't follow those rules you will be punished. No one wants to be punished here. You know why?"
Santana shook her head.
"Because... if you disobey the rules you will be stuck in a gas chamber and suffocated with carbon minoxide gas. If you disobey any of the rules more than once that is your consequence. Do you understand?"
Santana nodded.
"We also have other methods of pain and death. I suggest you go on and listen to Ricardo now. You will not be fed or watered for three days as a punishment for your crime. Now go."
Santana got up and followed Ricardo outside to an enclosed concrete basketball court.
Ricardo looked her up and down and then started pacing back and forth reciting her chores for the day.
"First you will clean out all the bathrooms until they are spotless, then you will serve dinner for the staff, when you've finished that I want you to come back to this spot. Since you're new here you need to be branded," Ricardo shouted.
Santana raised her hand to speak. Ricardo gave her permission.
"What is branding?" she asked. She wasn't a cow. She didn't want a logo imprinted on her butt with a burning stick.
"One of the head staff here cuts our logo into your shoulder with a pocket knife. If you don't show up for the branding then we'll punish you. Now run along and start with your chores."
Santana walked to the bathrooms. She hated Ricardo. He was so mean.
Santana's mother spoke up, still bawling. "Santana is missing."