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Rachel opened her eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling for a while before hearing a voice to the side of her, "She's awake." She closed her eyes again, feeling hot tears run down her face, she didn't want to be awake, she couldn't handle this anymore. She felt like getting up off the bed and getting down onto her knees, begging to them to either let her go home or to let her die. But she couldn't even move.

"Good, about time she decided to join us." She could hear another voice, further away, another man. She shook her head and turned her whole body with a lot of effort – and pain – to face the wall. She noticed that she was in a different room than before, but there was still the feeling of being in hell. The feeling she would never get out of here.

She sighed and closed her eyes tight, refusing to be weak. She promised herself that this would be the last time she cried, she would make sure of it. "Take the tubes out." She hadn't even noticed the wires going into her arms, suddenly becoming terrified because it meant one of them had either been a doctor, or was one. She sighed, they had been good men once, they had jobs and people who loved them.

She winced but refused to let tears fall as they roughly pulled out the tubes in her arms, she didn't care about the pain, it was good because it meant she was still there. Pain was a part of life, and it was something she thought she should get used to. "Move it." One of them grabbed her hand, the man she recognised as the one who had tried so hard to put pressure on her wound, the one who didn't want her to die, the one who followed the orders of the other men – the bottom of the pack.

He walked her slowly to the door, completely ignoring her. She jumped when the other man opened the door, grabbing her arm even harder than the other, pulling her towards the place she had been forced to call home for the past few weeks, or months.. she wasn't sure. She shook her head, trying to run the other way before she felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

"Oh fucking great, you re-opened her stitches." She heard the main man, the one who seemed to know what he was talking about as he ran over to them; the doctor, the leader, the brains. She looked at him and then down at her blood soaked shirt but she still didn't cry. The pain seared through her whole body, the pain was throbbing and tearing at her insides, begging her to cry, telling her to be weak. But she ignored it, she wasn't going to appear weak to them again.

"Rachel, darling.. come here." She looked up at him, confused as to why his voice sounded so calm and so kind. She knew what he was really like, he was the reason she was here. She shook her head and looked away, her body shaking as his hand was on her shoulder, leading her into the room she had just come from. She didn't fight him off, she did as she was told and watched him work on the stitches again. She didn't care, she didn't hurt – she kept trying to convince herself of that, but she knew it was all one big lie.

She kept telling herself that pain was nothing, pain was just a feeling and feelings go away. It kept her sane, she nodded and murmured a thank you when he was done – although she wasn't sure what she should be thankful for. She walked out there with him, walking willingly into the basement, leaning against the wall.

She looked around, her heart beating faster when she realized the two people she was supposed to be in this hell with weren't there. The only thing she could see in the room were two pools of blood – and only one belonged to her. She shook her head, they didn't want to die, they didn't want to die..

They didn't let her die, but that didn't mean they hadn't murdered her best friends. She started to shake, looking around in the darkness, hoping this was just a joke and that Quinn and Kurt were hiding in a dark corner or under the bed. But nobody came out.

Rachel screamed, as loud as she could, shouting for one of the men to get her, daring them to come down the stairs and tell her what they had done to her best friends. But nobody comes. Nobody ever comes. And Rachel spends the next two weeks in complete darkness, only the large bottle on the bed keeping her going as she waits for the day someone finally opens the door.

~ .. ~

Rachel Barbara Berry was huddled in the corner of the dark room when the door finally opened, she looked up only to see someone being chucked down. She shook her head as she wondered where her other friend was, tears running down her face. She didn't move, she just sat there and stared at the person laying on the concrete floor. She bit down on her lip and sighed, looking at the bruised and bloodied person laying there.

"I thought they had killed you." The girl whispered, tears running down her cheeks as she got up and slowly walked over to where Rachel was. "I thought you were dead." Rachel admitted, looking down at her own feet, not moving from the corner of the room – she hadn't moved in so long now, she sat there wondering when all this would end.

The girl shook her head and let her eyes wander over to the dried pool of blood, more tears running down her face as she looked over at Rachel, who took a moment to realize what had happened in the room while she was gone, "K-Kurt.." She whispered,

"I didn't know what to do.. I didn't know if you were alive, they killed him right in front of me." Rachel turned away, she hated herself so much, she wondered why they had done everything in their power to make sure she lived but murdered her best friend while keeping her alive. "How?" She finally whispered, not really wanting to know.

"They.. beat him.. he was in so much pain, by the end he wanted it to end.. you could see it in his eyes.." Rachel didn't say or do anything, nothing seemed right anymore, they were still alive but her best friend had been killed, how did it seem fair? She thought about what they had done to Kurt, they had hurt him so much. She was angry, Kurt was the sweetest boy, he would never hurt anyone else and he had dreams as big as hers and now he was gone.

Tears ran down Rachel's face as she thought about how her best friend had died, her best friend who was here because of her, it was all her fault. "They shot him in the head.. I remember the scream.. he wanted them to but at the same time, he didn't want to leave me alone with them. We both thought you were dead.." Quinn took a deep, shaking breath, "I remember the blood.. so much blood. It was everywhere, I didn't know what to do.. I think I fainted because when I woke up, I was in a different room and you and Kurt were gone."

"I've been locked down here for two weeks. I thought you were both gone." Rachel whispered, slowly moving her hand into Quinn's and squeezing it gently.

"I wish they had killed me as well." Rachel shook her head and looked at the blonde girl, the shock evident on her face; they had broken one of the strongest girls she knew, and it was in that moment that she gave up hope. If Quinn had given up, she knew she had to do the same. She shook her head and sobbed, "It should have been me." She muttered, rocking herself back and forth slightly as she stared at the wall again, repeating the sentence.

~ .. ~

"Do you have a plan?" Quinn whispered, breaking the silence between the two friends. Rachel shook her head and bit down on her lip, not getting over the fact her best friend wad dead, she couldn't stop the thought that it should have been her. "Rachel, you have been here for two weeks, and you haven't thought of an escape plan?" She sighed and looked around the room,

"Rachel?"

"Just shut up.. shut up. I can't think." She snarled at her, glaring at the other girl before turning back to the wall. She didn't want Quinn to hate her, she wanted to run over to the other girl and hold each other, she wanted to tell her it would all be okay and that they would be fine but at the same time she thought if something did happen to them, it might be better. She sighed and put her head on her knees, wrapping her arms around herself.

She heard Quinn move but she didn't move from the wall, wondering if she focused hard enough, if the walls would just fall down... She stood up slowly, for the first time in over a week, completely avoiding Quinn. She put every ounce of energy she could into walking to the wall she had been focusing on for two weeks now, touching it lightly; knocking on the wall, going around the whole room.

Finally, one part of the wall seemed hollower than the others, and she made her first eye contact with the other girl in the room since Quinn had been chucked in here two days ago. Rachel looked around the room and frowned, having no idea how they could get away with it. She looked around until her eyes settled on the loose bedpost, grabbing it quickly. She couldn't speak, hoping Quinn would understand what she said with her eyes, trying to tell her to keep watch.

She hit the wall as hard as she could, knowing they would be coming down soon so she had to be quick. She closed her eyes at the thought of seeing her friends and family, then opening her eyes when the thought of Finn, Blaine and Burt came into her mind, she couldn't tell them. She didn't want to see the look on their faces, all the hate, all the blame. She stopped banging and turned around.

"What are we going to do? What will we say to Burt? To Finn? To Blaine?" She croaked out, shaking her head as tears fell down her face.

"I don't know but unless you want to end up the same way, we have to do this.. okay? We will think of what to say the moment we leave." She walked up to Rachel and took the post from her hands, Rachel nodded and stared at the door, she didn't want it to open, she couldn't stand another beating, another rape.. another day in this place.

They hadn't heard them yet, they could be out. They were going to break down the door at some point, they were going to murder them. Then they were going to end up the same way as Kurt. Rachel wondered if it was better that way, if she was better off dead/. Maybe that would be the only way to forget everything they had put her through, maybe all the pain would go away if she was dead.

"Go grab another one." Quinn murmured, pulling Rachel from her thoughts as she nodded and ran over to the bed, trying her best to unscrew another post, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the door, how long did they have until they heard them? She wondered how long it would be after they heard them that they opened the door.

She ran over to Quinn and nodded at her, banging as hard as she could on the wooden part of the wall. She had a plan, once the plaster was off, they could tear through it and hopefully there would be a light and they could run. She looked over at Quinn, suddenly worried they hadn't heard them, the door wasn't moving, there was no shouting, no gun shots. She looked over at Quinn and then at the hole they made, maybe they were waiting on the other side. Maybe they knew about this thing and knew this would happen, maybe they just wanted to give them hope only to tear it down.

She thought about a gun waiting for them on the other side, her eyes widened with fear as she stared at Quinn, suddenly stopping, "No.. don't stop.. we don't have time."

"What if it's a trap?"

"Then we die and if we stay here, we did. This is our only chance, okay?" Rachel nodded and gulped, she knew that Quinn was right and she carried on hitting the wall. If you asked Rachel what happened next, she would say it was just one blur – she remembered a hole, some grass, no men and no guns. She remembered running, running faster than she ever had before and then nothing.. everything went black.

But they had escaped. They had run, they hope but just for one moment.