When it finally reached the tabloids that Miranda was missing everyone went into panic mode at Runway. Nigel was called into a meeting with Irv within minutes of entering the building. Emily was hyperventilating all the while fielding calls from newspapers and reporters. During all this Andy was still in the Priestly household trying to comfort the twins who had both broken down when they realised that their mother hadn't come home. She hadn't realised how close the twins were to their mother and decided that she needed to find the editor not only for the magazines sake and her sake but for them.

Some dark room, in a dark warehouse …

"Now come on Miranda" the quiet voice whispered as he ran his blade along her cheek bone. "You don't want to scar that pretty face of yours do you" he questioned. The woman sat as gracefully as she could with her arms bound behind her back and her feet tied to the chair legs. She looked at her kidnapper square in the eye refusing to say a word, inwardly knowing it would probably be her downfall but refusing none the less to give in to their demands. He straightened up running a hand through his blonde hair before looking at her again. He knelt in front of her, "you will tell us what we want, or we might just have to go and fetch your daughters" he said quietly watching her face. He smirked when he saw the fear flash in her eyes before they hardened again. He ran the blade across her cheek again pressing slightly harder this time actually breaking the skin causing a thin trickle of blood to trickle down her face. She flinched but he only pressed harder on to her skin. "We want the bank details" he said leaning closer to her, "not just Runway's but yours as well, because a pretty little birdy has told me that you got a thing going on in that account". She looked at him surprised now. No one knew anything about her bank apart from herself and her ex Stephen … then it all clicked into place. "He put you up to it didn't he?" she whispered and he nodded knowing exactly who she meant.

She leant back as far away from him as she could but he only moved in closer until he was almost sitting on her lap. "You don't get away that easy" he said before adding another line to match the other on her face this line just millimetre below the other. "Give me the details and I can send you home alive and not in little pieces" he explained all the while scratching another line onto her cheek. She just sat there feeling the blood drip slowly from the cuts and shook her head. He stood up before walking over to the open door that had seemed like her only way of escaping. He shut the door with a slam and walked back over to her grinning. "Well since we are alone for the time being I say we make things interesting because I don't know how long we have until my friends come back" he explained enjoying the fear he saw in her eyes.

Back at the Priestly residence, hours later …

Andy was driving herself mad pacing around the living room when she heard the letter box clatter. She ran to the door opening and looking out as fast as she could but all she saw was a blue car speed round the corner. She walked back in and picked up the envelope that was on the floor. She went into the kitchen sitting at the breakfast bar and opened it. Inside was another letter and also a photo. She was shocked to see Miranda's pale face in the photo but what shocked her more were the cuts on the editor's face, the gory red lines standing out on her pale skin. She dropped the photo and picked up the letter. She dropped it onto the counter top and went to get her phone from the lounge.

"Nigel, another letter has arrived but there is something else as well" she explained quickly pacing the length on the room. She stopped when she heard the doorbell ring. As she opened the door she hung up the phone seeing Nigel stood there. "What do I do" she asked him not even giving him the chance to get in the house. He walked past her and went straight into the kitchen before sitting at the counter. He looked at Andy and shook his head. "Give the letter to the police and get on with things as normal" he explained quietly, "Irv doesn't want us making a big deal out of it". He ducked his head when a glass hit the wall just above his head. "Make a big deal, she's missing Nigel and they are torturing her" she cried beyond caring now. She slumped against the wall and cried, finally letting the stress from the last two days pour out of her.

Meanwhile …

"You are starting to test my patience" the man explained. He had blind folded Miranda a while ago and was starting to mess with her head hoping she would crack but the older woman just wouldn't break. She leant as far forward as she could and strained to hear any sound that might warn her to which direction he might come from next. "I want the details and I want them now" he whispered against her right ear before stepping away quickly. He picked his knife up from the stand near the door and wandered over to the editor slowly and quietly loving the fact that the editor had no idea where he was.

She had turned her head away from the voice only to find him blowing softly against her cheek. She jumped and turned away knowing that she wouldn't be able to take much more because even the Dragon Lady had a breaking point. "Miranda you are only making this worse for yourself" he whispered as he stroked the woman's hair feeling her tremble. She was now beyond the point of no return. Her clothes were ripped and covered in blood from the cuts on her face and arms. Stephen had also paid a visit; it was him that was taunting her now. He crouched in front of her and ran his hand up her leg. "Stop" she whispered hanging her head in shame. She couldn't take it anymore, she just wanted to go home to her girls and make sure that they were okay.

10 minutes later …

"Well done Miranda, you remembered everything" Stephen said mockingly. He put the bit of paper into his pocket before untying her from the chair. She took the chance and pushed him to the ground causing him to smack his head on the concrete. She ran for the door and had just made it out when the blonde man from earlier caught her around the waist and dragged her back into the room kicking and screaming. "I don't think so" Stephen said as he pulled himself up and leant against the wall. "There are too many of us here for you to escape, and because you tried that I am going to let them all do what they have been wanting to do for a while". She quit the screaming and stared at him. He finally looked away before motioning to the blonde man to tie her to the mattress in the corner of the room. "Stephen" she cried tears running down her face, "Please don't do this" she begged but he just carried on walking out the room clutching his head. The blonde dragged her to the mattress and tied her to the ring that was attached to the side of it. "Now that we are alone, I think I will go first" he sniggered before pushing her to the ground.