So between uploading chapters, I uploaded a new story, Nervous, to Sister's Grimm! I also uploaded Chapter 3 of Alternate Universes Collide, my Sisters GrimmxOnce Upon A Time crossover! Please read it and review! Thanks, and enjoy this chapter of Puckabrina Forever?

~Oliviaaaaa

*Sabrina's POV*

It had been three days since I had ended up in the warehouse, under Bradley's rule. I was sure, that by now, Puck would have rescued me. But he never came. I was beginning to lose hope. I know it was silly, and pointless, but I even tried to telepathically communicate with him a few times.

C'mon Puck. I'm in a warehouse, but I don't know where. Please come. Please. I...love..you.

But of course, it never worked. Although I was still a prisoner, and Bradley kept me under close watch with a crowbar in hand, I was allowed to roam around the warehouse, instead of being chained to a chair. My keen eyes searched for anything that would get me out of here, to no avail. It looked like I would be stuck here for good. Well, it certainly felt like it. Besides letting me out of my chair, Bradley was being generally nicer to me...well, as nice as a guy who kidnapped you and probably planned to rape you could get. He ate dinner with me every night atop one of the crates, and gave me water and let me use the warehouse's bathroom throughout the day.

On the evening of the fourth day, Bradley came into the warehouse, and locked the door behind him, putting the key into his breast pocket, with a tray of sandwiches in hand. He sat down across a crate from where I was standing, on the chair that once held me hostage. "Sit."

I sat, on a nearby crate. I now knew to obey his commands. Yesterday, I had said "'I'd rather stand," in an act of defiance, and earned myself a hard smack on the cheek with the crowbar. I had fallen over, and Bradley had pulled me back up roughly by the wrist. "Sit," he had said once again, hissing through his teeth.

So, today I sat, rubbing the black-and-blue bruise that had formed overnight. Bradley showed no sign of guilt at what he had done to me yesterday, but I didn't expect him to. He was a monster. There were no questions to be asked about that. But I had other questions. I dared to ask them just then, as he tossed me a peanut butter sandwich, which I caught. Sabrina Grimm was no wimp.

"May I ask you a question?" I asked as politely as possible. I found it wise not to piss him off, especially when he was enjoying a sandwich. He swallowed, and raised an eyebrow, and for a moment I thought he would hurt me again, but he simply took another bite, and, spraying peanut butter everywhere, said "Shoot."

Taking a deep breath, I shot.

"Where's Puck? Did you kill him?" Chuckling, then scowling Bradley answered.

"He got away," he mumbled. I tried to seem emotionless, but a small gasp escaped my mouth. Puck got away! He's alright! But...why hasn't he come yet? Why hasn't anyone come yet?! Doesn't anyone care about me? I knew me and Puck weren't on the best terms at the moment, but he still loved me! I could tell. So, it must only be a matter of time. Maybe he was recovering from his broken ribs. Yeah, that's it! He's probably on his way now! But then I remembered, I had one more question to ask him.

"Why are you keeping me here? What are you waiting for?"

It's not like I wanted him to go ahead and dispose of me, it's just that the long days drew out the suspense, and if he was gonna rape me, I'd rather it sooner or later. Sitting here was torture, because you knew there was even more, serious torture up ahead, but you didn't know exactly when.

Bradley looked confused at first, then a smirk wiped that look off of his face.

"Eager, are we?" I vigorously shook my head, tempted to spit in his face, but I knew that would only get me another bruise, so I banished the thought from my mind. Bradley let out a low, guttural chuckle that sounded eerily human, like he wasn't a stupid monster of a fairy who took violent advantages over people. But, then his face turned serious to actually answer my question.

"Before I take you, I'm gonna marry you," he said plainly. I gasped, and before I could slap my hands over my mouth, I shouted.

"No!" I stopped myself from further screaming, because Bradley stood up, grabbed the crowbar, and waved it threateningly at my face. This time, I really did clamp my mouth shut, with the reinforcement of my hands. Bradley saw this, and sat back down, but he still held the crowbar tightly.

"I mean," I said, recomposing myself. "Why?" I really didn't want to get married to Bradley. I mean, who in their right mind would?! And what was his definition of "marriage," anyway? Like, an actually ceremony? Or one of those drive-thru's in Vegas? Or do the people of Faerie of different wedding traditions that I don't know of?

"Well," Bradley began, heaving a huge sigh. "It's only a matter of time before King Robin and Lord Mustardseed and the whole freaking Faerie military comes and finds us hiding out here in Montana in an abandoned warehouse. So, we need to get further way. And what better diversion is there than a wedding?"

Hmmm...so I'm in Montana. I'll make sure to tell Puck in the next upcoming telepathic communication session, which had now become a nightly thing. Bradley rambled on, leaving no details of his evil plan out.

"I have a ton of half-strength forgetful-dust, enough to wipe the memory of an entire crowed for a few days. That's all I'll need. We'll trick your family into thinking you're willingly marrying me with it, and then with the rest of the few days, they'll think we're off on a honeymoon while I take you to a remote place, where they have a very slim chance of finding you. Then, in a week or so when they've gained their memories back, we'll be long-gone! A foolproof plan!"

I sniffed and my vision blurred with tears. I was tempted to sob, but I didn't. I had to be strong, even though I was probably never gonna see my family or Puck ever again.