Disclaimer: See last chapter.
Chapter One
She looks around the dark room, taking a moment to figure out where she is and how she got there. Squinting her eyes a little so the room is clear to her, she slowly stands up with her hands against the cold walls to support her weak body.
She takes a look around, noticing a chair in the corner of the room, not too far away from a bed. She quickly turns the other way, looking at the tiny window at the top of her 'cell'. She sighs when she realizes that it's too small to climb though, and too high up for her to reach. Tears sting at her eyes when she knows there is no way out of this, except the large steel door at the top of the stairs. But she knew that whoever had her wasn't going to let her get away that easily.
She could imagine people waiting for her on the other side, and she knew that she couldn't get through a steel door – she couldn't do the impossible. She bites down on her lower lip as she sits back down, putting her head on her knees, trying to think about how she could get out of this mess.
She quickly opens her eyes, looking around, sighing as she realized she must have fallen asleep. She was no longer sitting down on the floor, but instead was laying on the hard mattress with her arms tied above her head.
She shakes her head, tears dripping down her face as she thought about what could happen to her, if they wanted to do something to her right now, they could because she was completely helpless. She couldn't do anything to protect herself.
She closes her eyes, trying to think about something else, something better than this situation. It's not hard though, anything is better than this. She thinks about all her friends, how much she misses them already. She wonders if they have even noticed she has gone yet? Are the Police on their way to help her?
She bites down on her lip, she hates being weak, she always has. She hated just laying there and take whatever punishment they may want to inflict on her. She couldn't do this. She shakes her head quickly, trying to think of a way out of this, ignoring the tears that were making their way down her face.
Her eyes find their way to the boarded up window, she thought about taking off the wood, and then smashing the glass, somehow she could make her body squeeze through it. She could just smash it and then run. She could get out of here, once the ropes were off.
She nodded at her own rational thinking, it was okay, there was a way out of this. Hopefully a way out before things could get messy, before anything could get any worse.
She looked around the room once more, it was dark, so dark. She could hardly see anything. She had no idea what the time was, more tears falling down her face when she realized that it was always going to be dark in this practically windowless room, the dreary decoration, the cold floors – it would never be light.
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"Just wake her up then." The man whispered, pointing towards the sleeping girl. He grinned when the other man's hand made contact – hard contact – with her face, making her eyes slowly open as she adjusted to the light in the room. She looked at the three men around her bed, only recognizing one of them as the man who had taken her. He grinned at her, shaking his head as he sat down on the chair next to her, smoothing out the hair from her face.
She could feel her whole body starting to shake, looking away from him, only realizing then that she had nothing but her underwear on, she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the possibilities what can happen or had already happened that ran through her head.
She was better than this, she could beat them. She was strong, she doesn't let people get to her easily, she doesn't let stuff like this happen to her... She moved her arms, trying her best to get out of the tight ropes that bound her to the bed. The man just laughed, shaking his head as he kissed her lightly on the forehead, "Be patient." He whispered, the two men behind him laughing perfectly in tune with him, as if it had all been rehearsed many times before.
She glared at him, wanting him to know that even though he had managed to get her exactly where he wanted her, she was going to put up a fight.
She wasn't going to give up hope, not yet;
"Are you scared?" The older man asked her, mockingly. She shook her head, managing a bitter laugh before turning her head away from him to look at the blank wall in front of her.
"You should be, stupid little girl." He snarled, she didn't know how but she managed to laugh again, despite being close to tears,
"Whatever." She mutters, not turning to look at him or the other two men in the room, she wondered if her shaking body was giving her fear away. She hoped that it wasn't, because maybe, just maybe, if she wasn't scared of them, then the game wouldn't fun for them anymore.
Just to prove his point, she could feel the bed move a little as he climbed on, but she still didn't look away from that one spot on the wall. She can feel the tears slipping down her face, groaning in pain when he climbed on top of her. She bit down on her lip, forcing herself to look him in the eyes as she shook her head at him,
"Get off me." She whispers through gritted teeth, she closed her eyes for a moment as she realized that she couldn't feel her legs under the weight of the large man. He just laughs at her though, leaning down closer to his face. But she doesn't turn away, not until she realizes his intentions, it takes her a moment as she just lays there, frozen again, in fear this time.
She lets the tears fall heavily down her face, hitting the uncomfortable pillow behind her. She shakes her head again and again, begging him with her eyes to not do this. He laughed again though, kissing her roughly on the lips, memories from the car haunted her as she tried to think of the soft kisses her boyfriend gave her. She can feel the man's hand on her bare stomach, his cold, rough hand. She closes her eyes as his hand moves down, she closes them as tight as she can, trying to ignore everything that is going on around her, trying to pretend like this is all just a dream.
She begs with him in her head, she wants someone to save her right now. She wants Finn to come running through the door, she wants Finn to hold her and let her know that everything is going to be okay. She wants to be safe again.
And then the darkness overtakes her once more, and for the first time she is glad. She doesn't want to know what is going to happen. She doesn't want to know what they are going to do to her. She welcomes the dark for the first time and for some reason, she can't shift that nagging feeling that this won't be the last time that she longs for the darkness to take over.
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This time when she woke up she was glad to find herself untied, she had no idea how long she had been there for, she had no idea what the time was. Was it day or night? She sighs, closing her eyes as she rubbed her wrists, ignoring the aching pain running through her whole body. She was happy to have her clothes on again, pulling up her top a little just in case it showed a little too much. She could fight them off, she could fight until there was nothing left in her. At least then she could say she tried, even if it doesn't work.
She slowly gets off the bed, walking to the darkest bit in the corner of the room and huddles herself, she wished she was invisible then maybe the pain would go away as well. She put her head in her arms, tears racing down her face as she looked down, how could this happen to her? She had friends, a boyfriend, a family... she had things to look forward to.
She hated being held here like a prisoner, she hated being punished for nothing more than their enjoyment. For being in the wrong place at the wrong time, she had never done anything to them, she didn't think so anyway.
This was undeserved.
Her whole body shook as she thought about her best friends, the people she considered to be family, finding her body. She didn't want everyone to know the horrible details of her death – if it were to happen – she could just imagine it,
"The decrepit body of local teenager found, beaten and raped."
She couldn't let them go through that, she wouldn't do that to them. It would kill them probably before they could get their hands on the people that managed to do this to her.
She snapped her head up when she heard the door open, soon putting it back down when she remembered her own little game of invisibility.
"There is no point in trying to hide from me, you're home now." She could hear his voice close to her but she didn't say or do anything, realizing she was frozen again. If this was her home then she didn't belong here, she didn't want to be there. Home was where the heart is, and if that is the case then her heart was far from her, it lay with her parents, her friends, it lay with her boyfriend. They were her home, not this place. Not this dark, horrible prison.
Suddenly she could feel a cold hand on her arm, moving away from it as quickly as she could, flinching away from the slightest touch.
"Be a good girl." He snarls, his fists clenching when she shook her head and looked away from him, it wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be curled up, watching a musical and giggling with the love of her life. This wasn't right, this wasn't fair.
She looks at him suddenly, glaring at him as she clenches her fist, ready to attack him. She quickly leaps forward, hitting him as hard as she can, knowing he was the weaker man, weaker than the other two anyway. He was to blame for all of this, they all were.
"Stop it!" She could hear someone cry from upstairs, she hears them running down the stairs but she pretends not to listen, pretending not to care.
"Carl." She looks at the woman, confused, pushing herself off the semi-conscious man. Does this woman even know why she is there? What this man along with his friends, have done to her? Did she even care?
"Told you so." Someone mutters from further across the room, she looked towards them weakly – wondering if they were going to kill her now.
"Let's go get her friends, she needs some company." She shook her head, fear rushing through her body,
"NO!" She screams out, "Please no!" Tears fall down her face as she sinks down to the floor, sobbing, she had done this. They were going to get her friends, and it was all her fault. She watched as the older man walked towards her, a wide grin on his face,
"Shut up." She shook her head, trying to stand up but receiving a punch to the face before she could even get on her feet.
"Don't hurt them, please." She whimpers, closing her eyes as she tries to think about how selfish she has been, she should have let him do whatever he wanted to do to her and then her friends would be safe. She wouldn't have hurt them as well.
She cries out in frustration when the door is slammed behind them, now her friends were in danger and it was all her fault. She was going to have to live with that for as long as she had left. Which probably, she assumed, wouldn't be too long after that man recovers from the beating. She laughs a little, knowing she would be the first to die, the first to get out of here. She would always have to remember what she had done to her best friends, her family. If they died, if they were hurt, then she would be the only one to blame. Just her.
It would be as though she had killed them herself. She may as well have. She had tried to be clever, but had failed so badly. And now not only would she have to pay with her own life but theirs as well.
This was all just an unfair game which she would never win. Because there is no winning or losing now, there is only losing, and she would always fail. She would always be the one to die, the one who hurt the most. She is the one who will suffer – not them. And now her family was going to be part of this game and they would all lose as well.
She was being punished for a stupid mistake, so she was never going to make another mistake again. Not when it meant putting friends lives in danger. She wasn't going to let them hurt them as well, she won't let it happen.
A/N: So we know that Rachel and Quinn are two of the kidnapped in this story but there is one more person – who would you like to see stuck there with them two? Any opinions on that will be greatly appreciated.