On a side note, I noticed someone named niggnugg8 is following the story… best damn profile name ever haha
Also a warning. Major triggers in this chapter
You'll think of me
As you take your last breath
You'll curse your actions
While I introduce you to death
-AC
Brittany's POV
Work has actually been ok lately. I've been making more money since I've been dancing in the studio San made me because I practice routines I can use at the club. I'm so lucky I met her. I don't know how there was a me before there was a her. She hasn't let me out of her sight ever since that Finn shit, but I told her she didn't have to wait around for me tonight. I know it bothers her to watch nasty dudes put money in my g-string, even though she understands it more than the normal person since she worked here herself. I can't wait to move to California. It's so much different than Philly, and probably cleaner. Not that I mind how Philly is. I love this place. If it wasn't for this city, I wouldn't have met all my friends, and most importantly, the woman I am currently in love with. I cut out some lines for me and Sugar as per usual, and call her over to my makeup mirror.
"Britt you are a life saver, I was starting to get sick, and no one wants a lap dance from a shivering sweaty stripper."
"You know I always got you Sugs and if I don't San does. She thinks you're fuckin' hilarious. Don't tell her I said that though, she'll deny it."
Sugar walks away laughing. It's true San does have love for people but has problems letting them in. Shit, I don't blame her. I hear my music start and know it's my cue to go on stage. I slip on my 6 inch heels and make my way out to the stage. I chose to dance to Cherry Pie tonight, because who doesn't love a sexy woman dancing to that song? I think a Grandma could dance to this and there would still be a hint of sex appeal. Maybe there's an old lady in a nursing home that's like an older me, dancing for the old dudes, so they can get their rocks off. Gross never mind, now I have a visual.
I strut on to the stage and start making that pole my bitch. Going upside down spinning around, I work the crowd. There's one man in particular that seems to have glued his eyes to my tits. Shit, I don't blame him, they are nice. I end the routine with a split as I run my hands over my bare breasts. They seem to have liked that because it's literally raining money on me. I gather my cash as usual and take it to the back to count. 3 grand, holy shit! I'm gonna buy San something really nice. Maybe a new strap on or some fuzzy cuffs with her name on them. We like the whole normal vanilla sex and all, but kinky sex is still where our hearts lay.
I see my boss Artie rolling up to me in the most ridiculous wheel chair I've ever seen. It's chrome plated with a leather seat and spinners on the wheels. I guess if you're going to be paralyzed might as well do it in style. More power to him.
"Hey girl, I got a lap dance for you in room 6."
"Thanks Artie. I like your wheel chair, it's ballin'."
I do a speedball before I go to the lap dance room. It's always easier to do while I'm high. It might be even easier if women actually paid for dances, but I can't be picky. I make my way to the room and open it to a man with a suit, who has to be a giant, because damn, he's fucking huge.
"Hi, I'm Phoenix. Is this your first time here sir?"
He turns around and I almost shit myself.
"Finn. Finn Hudson but I'm sure you already know who I am."
Before I can scream he rushes over to me and covers my mouth with a wet rag, and everything goes black.
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Santana's POV
Something feels weird inside of me but I don't know what. At first I thought I was just craving more dope, but after I did some I felt the same. Then I thought it was just anxiety so I popped some xanax and smoked a blunt. Still nothing has changed. It feels like my heart is on a different rhythm, like when a track changes on a CD. Maybe I just miss Britt. She got off an hour ago so I guess I can go pick her up now. I know, it's pitiful; I see the girl everyday but still find time to miss her. I walk into the house to find Quinn on the couch, but no Brittany.
"Hey Q, did Britt not get done work yet?"
"She was done an hour ago, I figured she took the bus to your place."
"Alright, yeah, she must be there. I'll see you later Q."
The weird feeling has intensified inside of me but I decide not to panic until I get back to my house and see if Brittany is still there. She hasn't been answering her phone so maybe she's in the studio and can't hear over the music. Yeah that has to be it.
I open my front door and I'm greeted with a deep base beat thumping at my feet. I knew she'd be dancing. I go downstairs with a smile, ready to sneak up on my girl as she's dancing and pepper her with sweet lady kisses. But all I see when I open the studio door, is an empty room with a laptop in the middle of the floor. I turn off the music and then move towards the lap top and notice a note on top of it. When I realize what the note says my heart shatters.
I told you not to lie to me
With tears already in my eyes I crumple the note and toss it aside. I turn on the screen and a video is already open on the desktop. I muffle a scream as I press play. There, in a cement room, is my Brittany. She's naked and screaming, cowering in the corner of the room. Three men then come into focus. I recognize them as Finn's guards and want to throw up as they start rubbing themselves and unbuckling their pants.
"Oh my god, please no, tell me I'm dreaming."
I whisper to myself with my hand covering my mouth in horror. I want to look away, but I can't. A part of me doesn't want to suffer through this, but another part wants to make sure they don't kill my baby girl. The biggest man comes over to Brittany and tries to kiss her, but she spits in his face. He, then, punches her in the mouth and her blood starts to flow immediately. The other two men hold her down while the big man situates himself between Brittany's legs. He thrusts into her and the most bone chilling scream rips through her throat.
"Please don't please, I'll do anything just not that! It hurts stop! Pleaseee!"
"Shut up bitch, no one likes a noisy whore."
One of the men takes off his sock and shoves it in her mouth. They pick Brittany up so she's now upright on her knees. The man from before enters her in her front, while a bald man spreads her cheeks and sodomizes her. I feel so helpless. This is all my fucking fault. I should have just been Finn's bitch for the rest of my life. I watch as the tears and blood mix upon my beautiful girls face. The men pull out at the same time. One of them punches her in the face again before ejaculating all over her body. The bald man cums on her face before spitting on her. The other two men now switch and hold her down for the third man to have a go. It's over within minutes but the effects on Brittany will last a lifetime. As soon as the men release her, Brittany curls into the fetal position on the floor. The bald man proceeds to whip his dick out again and pisses all over her body. They drag her lifeless body to the corner of the room where there are chains bolted to the wall. The cuff her hands and I think they're about to leave but the big man turns to the camera with a sinister smile before picking it up just in time to show the bald man toss a bucket of water onto the already shivering woman in the corner.
"Wash up bitch, no one likes a smelly whore."
The screen then goes black and it's over. The shock dissipates and the rage starts to course through my body. I slam the computer closed and pound it with my fists until they're bloody and bruised. I start screaming and crying and pulling at my hair, rocking back and forth. I don't even realize Puck has entered the room until he wraps his arms around me.
"Shhh Tana. What's going on? What's wrong?"
It takes me a few minutes to compose myself enough to talk.
"T-they took B-brittany. Finn fucking took her Puck!"
"What do you mean he took her?"
"I came home and found this note and t-the laptop and, oh god Puck. There was a video and, oh my god, they raped her. They fucking raped my Britt!"
I feel Puck stiffen as my words sink in. I know he cares about Britt too. I feel his tears drip onto my bare shoulder before he speaks.
"We're gonna fix this Tana. He better start digging his fucking grave now."
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Brittany's POV
I want my San. It's cold and scary and on top of that I'm naked and dope sick. Fuck. I haven't been dope sick in a while and this is just reminding me why I never got clean. I wish I had my unicorn. The fire ants are coursing through my veins and my stomach is twisting in knots. I have to go to the bathroom in a bucket, which I have to keep close to me seeing as I'm chained to the fucking wall. Maybe if I pull hard enough on the cuffs it will slit my wrists and I'll finally fucking die. No, I can't do that to San. She's coming for me I know it. I can feel it in my heart. We're connected somehow and it's weird for me. I haven't depended on another person for a while now, but she is the one person I place all my trust in. She can hold my heart because her hands aren't shakey, I know she won't drop it, no matter what. Suddenly I hear someone saying "Hey". Where the fuck could that be coming from? Wait there it goes again. Is that…Santos? I'm in Finn's house?
"Santos? Is that you?"
"Yeah, who's over there? How do you know my name?"
"It's Brittany."
I wait for him to answer and when he does he's furious.
"I can't wait for Tana to come here and merk the shit out of that motherfucker! I heard them last night Brittany. I'm so sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so fuckin sorry. She's coming though Brittany, she is, try to hang on ok?"
"Don't be sorry there's nothing you could have done."
"I just can't believe that sick fuck!"
"I know Santos, I know."
"You can call me Santi, or Ti, ya know. You're family now."
"Thanks Ti. We're gonna get through this. We're going to make it to California."
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Santana's POV
I didn't sleep for three days until I finally passed out from exhaustion. I've been doing massive amounts of coke to stay awake, I guess I finally crashed. But even when I was asleep the images of Brittany in that room flashed through my mind. We have a plan. A good fucking plan, and I'm getting both of them out of there if it fucking kills me. I never thought it was a good thing that Puck and Sam worked for Hudson, until now. They have an inside scoop on shift changes and when there are only three guards apposed to 6. We've been planning for days, waiting for the right moment to pounce. He's hurt two people that I love and no one has lived to tell that tale yet. I thought I hated Ricky. I thought I hated Clara. But I have never despised anyone like I despise Finn fucking Hudson. I hate him more than my bitch of a mother. I need to calm down. I empty three bags on my kitchen table and go at it. I don't even bother cutting the pile into lines, I just place my straw and inhale. I've been doing this for about three hours, dipping in and out of consciousness. I'm pretty sure I puked but I don't know where it landed. All of a sudden I hear Puck yell followed by a thud right next to me.
"Ughh gross San. I slipped on your barf!"
Oops. I guess that's where I threw up. I feel myself being picked up and jostled a bit. I feel like I'm gonna vomit again until I'm placed down and a sudden rush of cold water hits me, jolting me awake.
"Fuck I was fine you didn't have to do all that!"
"Yeah sure. That's why there was puke everywhere and you were face down in a pile of dope."
Ok maybe he's right.
"Alright maybe you're right." I mumble.
Puck cleans me up and takes off my dirty clothes. I know what you're thinking. You're naked San, that's creepy. But no it's not. I'm pretty sure Puck has seen me naked more times than Brittany. This isn't the first time he gave me the cold shower treatment and it probably won't be the last. Especially if our plan doesn't work. Britt. My sweet Britt. I wish I could at least give her, her unicorn.
"Can you walk Tana?"
"Yea I got this."
I so didn't have it. I slipped on the wet floor as soon as I stood. Good thing he caught me. I woulda fucked my face the fuck up! Somehow I make it into my bed with a t shirt and shorts on and greet the darkness with a warm welcome.
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Brittany's POV
Usually by the fourth day of withdrawal I start to feel better, but this fuckin sucks. I guess from doing it for so long, my body is extra mad at me for not having its missing ingredient. As I'm lost in my thoughts I barely register Finn coming into the room with his assholes behind him.
"Aww are you dope sick? Well I got a little something here for you. I'll put it in the corner and if you can reach it you can have it."
The fucker throws a bag in the corner of the room, way out of reach with me chained to the god damn wall. He laughs and turns around.
"Where's your bitch of a girlfriend now? It's been almost a week and not a peep. Go get her boys."
All three men turn to me with a hungry look in there eyes. I want to stay quiet so Santi doesn't hear. I piss them off on purpose this time, hoping they hit me so hard they knock me out. And after one quick blow to the balls from yours truly, Baldie does just that, turning my world dark.
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"Holy shit!" Puck yells "Butch we got robbed, bring the guys up here!"
Upon hearing the word robbed, all three men leave their posts to check it out. All while Sam sneaks down into the basement. He unlocks Brittany's room first assuming she's naked still, from what Santana told him about the video, and she will need to get dressed. He sees just that. A frail, shivering, naked, Brittany. She looks up and thanks whoever's up there that they came for her.
"We're getting the fuck out of here Britt. Let me just un cuff you. San gave me some clothes of her's that you can change into. You get dressed I'm gonna go get Santos."
Brittany just nods her head and tries to stand on her weak bruised legs. She gets dressed quickly and is immediately engulfed in the small that is Santana. Her hear flutters, but she doesn't have time to revel in the peace. Sam grabs her hand and starts running through the basement with her and Santos in tow. She can barely walk let alone run, so Sam picks her up bridal style and runs with her in his arms. They burst through the front door and into the night. About a block away Sam stops and opens the back of a white van. Placing Brittany carefully onto the floor of the van and then helping Santos up. He then quickly closes the back of the van and the two are enveloped with darkness. Santos and Brittany gravitate toward each other. Santos places Brittany's head on his shoulder and wraps his arms around her. She's family and Santana always told him you protect your family no matter what. They both jump when Quinn speaks.
"Brittany I have your unicorn, San told me to bring it, and I have some dope for you to do. I know you must be sick. I'm so sorry this happened to you guys. But if all goes well, there will be no more worrying."
Brittany takes the unicorn and the dope thankfully. She uses the straw Q gave her and puts it inside the bag, snorting its contents in one shot.
When Sam got back to the house not two minutes later he set up a tray of food like normal, as if he were going to feed Santos. They never let him see Britt. Finn knew he was friends with her, and didn't want to take the chance. What the stupid ass oaf didn't know what that the sets of keys for the rooms and the cuffs were the same.
He drops the tray in mock surprise to make it seem more believable and runs upstairs to where Puck is explaining to them how ten thousand dollars is missing. Dumbasses.
"Guys! Santos isn't in the basement come help me check the rooms!"
They all rush down because really they hope Brittany isn't gone either. They like their little play thing. Sam lets the three men walk into the room first and as soon as they're all in he slams the door and locks it, effectively trapping the goons inside.
"What the fuck are you doing Sam! Open this fuckin door now!"
Sam chuckles menacingly while jingling the keys in his hand before dropping them outside of the door.
"You can get out if you can reach the keys mother fuckers!"
Having the goons locked up, Sam races upstairs to meet up with Puck for the final part of their plan. They decided to attack right as Finn got in the shower so he would be too busy butchering Journey songs to hear anything going on.
Puck and Sam rendezvous in Finn's bedroom and have a silent conversation through their eyes. Puck nods and walks into the bathroom. He whips the curtain back while Sam wraps his arm around Finn from behind and holds a knife to his throat. They both drag him to the bed while Finn squirms like a little bitch.
"Let me the fuck go you ass holes! You're signing your death certificate!"
Puck and Sam just laugh and continue to cuff Finn to his, conveniently, iron head board. And, conveniently, they use Finn's very own handcuffs that he just loved to use on other people.
Just as they cuff his feet to the foot board, there is movement in the room.
Santana walks in with a 9mm in her hands, screwing a silencer to the tip. She smiles a sickly sweet smile, and her eyes are black and devoid of all color.
"Hi Finn. Nice weather we're having today huh?"