Chapter 8

The rest of the day in school was tough. Brittany could barely get through cheer practice. Everyone kept asking her what had happened to Santana but she just shrugged and walked off. She didn't know if she was going to be able to keep her cool if Santana didn't come back.

Brittany had a secret. She didn't tell anyone and she of course didn't tell Santana. She was in love with Santana. She had felt this way for quite some time and she hadn't even confessed her feelings. She knew Santana probably didn't feel the same, but now that Santana was gone she was unable to keep her feelings in.

On the way back from school Brittany started to cry. Today just wasn't her day. Luck seemed to be on someone else's side today.

Santana got up off the floor. She looked out through a crack in the door that Rachel had gone through. All she could see was a bunch of men looking busy around something on the floor. She wasn't sure what it was, but she hoped it wasn't Rachel.

Suddenly a man walked into the room.

"Hello my name is Jon Dean. I have come to take you to your next home."

Santana sighed and nodded her head in an agreement. The guy looked nice but she knew she was just headed off to a life of more torture. She realized that she hadn't even thought about her family or BrittBritt since she had been kidnapped.

"I'll be in to pick you up after we all get the other girl situated in my van. She almost got killed you know... Not a good idea to try and escape here." The guy chuckled and walked out into the hall.

Santana started to actually think for the first time.

Where's BrittBritt and how is she? Has she told my parents what happened? I hope they're on their way... I miss Brittany and my mom a lot. What about Maggie? Is she dead? The thoughts crowded Santana's brain. Her main question though was- What about Maggie?

Brittany got home later that day. She had stopped at a local park to sit and think. She had a good cry and then got a vanilla shake at her and Santana's favorite ice cream shop.

When Brittany got home she saw her mom and her dad and a girl. The girl had dark brown hair and was frail. She spoke with a raspy voice.

"My name is Colette. I know where Santana is."

Brittany gasped and the next thing she knew, she was blacked out. She had fainted.

Santana was picked up later by the same guy. She was thrown into another cage and was hauled off again. This time she was off to the outskirts of San Fransico. She had always wanted to go to California, but not like this!

They arrived at the compound about 3 hours later. She was immediately astounded by what awaited her. It was a house on a street which was cluttered with guess what! OTHER HOUSES!

The man got out. He whispered in her ear. "You are going to be living here with me now as my personal slave. I know you were expecting another compound building with lots of girls. Here we only have you, Rachel, and a three year old named Sandy. You each have your own rooms downstairs which are boobytrapped if you try to escape. We will be taking some public trips. During those trips you will identify as my wife or I'll kill you and then myself in public. Do you understand me?"

Santana started freaking out but she nodded her head. She helped Rachel get out of her cage and saw that Rachel was dressed in a hospital dress and was covered with scars on her face. She had bandages around her left arm and her right eye was sewn shut. Santana was kind of grossed out by the sight of her friend, but she knew Rachel needed help now more than ever.

"Rachel is our oldest daughter and Sandy is our youngest. Understand?"

Santana and Rachel nodded in unison.

The man took Santana's hand in his and Rachel followed them. They went inside the house which looked like any ordinary house they had ever seen.

Santana did notice a few bomb triggers around the windows and there were a few alarms and cameras around the house.

Jon lead them down to the basement and threw them each in seperate rooms, not saying a word. Then he went back upstairs.

There was a little girl in Santana's room. She figured it was the 'Sandy' that Jon had said was going to be their youngest daughter. She smiled at the little girl.

Sandy looked at her with vacant and dull blue eyes. Santana noticed that she had sandy blond hair and was wearing a VERY tattered pink dress.

"How long have you been here Sandy?" Santana asked.

"My... my name Paisley." The girl said.

Santana smiled. "I'm Santana. What has this evil man done to you?"

Paisley looked fearful. "I want my mommy. He took me from mommy. I was at a ride place and then I was snatched. He had me here for long time. Santana are you here to take me to my mommy?"

Santana was impressed by the girl's fluent speech.

"Believe it or not, he took me away from my mommy too."

Suddenly the door opened and Jon came in. Paisley shut her mouth and sat down on the floor. The man handed them each a piece of bread and a cup of water and did the same with Rachel. He shut the doors and went back upstairs.

Santana looked at Paisley.

"Paisley. We're going to find your mommy."