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"I'll make you forget who you ever were. Because I am just that fucking psychotic." He whispered. She was back in the bunker under him again and her eyes moved about frantically, she was straining her ears to try and hear Sam come and rescue her.

"No one is ever going to save you."

POP

Mercedes lifted from the bed quickly as she gasped for air at the nightmare she woke up from. She looked around and felt arms around her but she relaxed because she recognized them as Sam's. She felt tears hit her eyes as he wrapped her in a hug and she held his arms as she fell into him. She had been back home for about five days but the nightmares had yet to stop. When Sam went to work she wandered around her apartment carrying a small rifle she kept with her. She had yet to go outside or even back to work. Instead, she stayed in recluse in her apartment, she had cameras and locks installed out of fear of she blinked or did something wrong she would be back in the bunker with that man again.

She stopped shaking against Sam as he looked at her remorseful of everything.

Sam spoke up first, "Do you think you want to try therapy?"

"I'm not insane Sam, it was just a damn nightmare," Mercedes replied.

"I don't think you are insane Mercedes, I think you need to speak with a grief counselor, and maybe the nightmares won't come on so frequently. Mercedes you still won't tell anyone what happened. We all have these preconceived notions about what we thought happened." Sam argued.

"And leave it at that, but I am not fucking crazy Sam." Mercedes hissed. Sam stared at her before getting out of bed and putting on his clothes.

"Where are you going?" Mercedes asked.

"Back to my apartment, look Mercedes we all know you went through something traumatic, and you won't talk about to us fine, However, you need to speak to someone and stop shutting people out, because eventually you won't have anyone else," Sam explained. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone from the nightstand and left Mercedes's apartment. Upon the door closing she got from the bed and went and bolted her door shut before she padded back to bed. She just hoped that she wouldn't have had another nightmare.

Out of everyone Artie and Mercedes were the closest. It may have seemed like she and Santana were but anyone who knew the truth knew that Artie and Mercedes's relationship was the closest. Artie and Mercedes were in high school together and had been close friends since then. However, they grew closer when Artie decided to enlist in the army right after graduation however he came back when he find out that his girlfriend Kitty Wilde was pregnant. He was ready to be a father, but instead, Kitty's father had made the executive decision to completely cut Artie out of their lives, he decided that Artie would not have anything to do with Kitty or the baby. He exiled Artie from their lives and Artie was broken but he had Mercedes there to pick up the pieces.

So it was only natural that now Artie was there for Mercedes. He was the only one that had a key to her apartment, so he let himself in but he had to shimmy the bolts out of place just to squeeze his frame in. He walked into the apartment and turned to the right where he saw Mercedes sitting on the ground holding a gun in her hand and a glass of wine in the other. He walked over to her and sat beside her.

"Everyone has been asking about you. They want to know if you are ok, and I know you went through some shit when you were kidnapped, and it is killing you that you can't snap back and go to work like it is normal, but what happened isn't normal. You were kidnapped, and only God and you, and him know what happened. So you can't expect to snap back and act like everything is ok so you can either talk to me or speak to a grief counselor." Artie spoke. Mercedes finished off her glass of wine and put the gun down between her and Artie.

"The first day I tried to escape he slammed my head into the wall and I passed out, the next we got into a fight, and for a minute I thought I won but he was so much stronger and he overpowered me. Then he forced me to bathe in front of him. On the final day moments before Sam found me I thought he was going to rape me. He was on top of me, and he kept switching the gun between me and him and he just about was about to put me through psychological warfare. Now I have nightmares about it like I am back there and I am scared Artie, I am scared when I go to sleep, but I can only be scared for so long." Mercedes spoke as she looked at her friend.

"Then don't be scared you are Mercedes motherfucking Jones, and he didn't destroy you, he tried, and you doing this allows him to be glorified in the light that is broke you, but he didn't," Artie pointed out. Mercedes sighed and continued looking forward as Artie pulled out his phone and pulled up a webcam app. He passed it to Mercedes and she looked down at the phone and grabbed it from his hands. It was live footage of her kidnapper he was in a small cell, only having access to a bed, a toilet, and a sink.

"He is a government maximum security system, he is only allowed an hour of recess, and an hour for recreational purposes. Now I can get it to where only you and I can have access, and if anything was to happen, I can make it look like a suicide all you have to do is say the word." Artie explained. Mercedes stared at the man and she felt all-consuming rage.

"Let's do it." She spoke.

It took about an hour for Artie and Mercedes to be able to make their visit, it probably would have only taken fifteen minutes had they called Sean but this wasn't his fight. As they walked down the hallway they made it to the door and Mercedes took a few deep breaths.

"I'll be in there with you by the door, but I'll be silent ok." Artie reminded her.

"Ok, come on let's do it," Mercedes spoke. Artie went and used his master key to open the door and they entered the cell. He was chained to the wall with enough slack to use the restroom, and to be in his bed. Mercedes walked slowly towards him as he sat on his bed, and Artie took his post on the wall. Mercedes would have thought he was a relatively attractive man but not under these circumstances. He had icy blue eyes, a nice scruff of a beard, and his long blonde hair that she failed to notice was in a tight ponytail. As they came face to face he let out a chuckle.

Mercedes began, "Care to tell me what is funny?"

He replied, "I am just laughing because how good at sex do you have to be able to come in here with me, with not a single person at your side? However, we can talk about that later my name is Brock, and you are a sexy woman. Sad that our encounter didn't end with a good time isn't it."

Mercedes clinched her fist, "Nothing about that was a good time, I was kidnapped and held for three days against my will."

"Technically four if you include the day I caught you in the garden/trail but continue."

"Who put you up to this?"

"Have you not figured that out yet," Brock laughed, "I mean if all you do is help people, then who could really be against you? Perhaps a scorned woman, sit in that chair over there and maybe we can have a good conversation. Surely you have the time for it."

Mercedes confusedly spoke, "A scorned woman, but-Penny."

"Ding, ding, you got, yeah this was all her idea, and we would have gotten to pull it off. I wasn't going to kill you unless she said to, the goal was to keep you for a week, then blast you over all the news channels, but our plans ended abruptly."

"You psychotic son of a bitch."

"You know I have always wondered why Penny was so wound up about you, and now looking at you all prim and put to together really helps me understand. You are breathtaking, a work of art, an intelligent badass. Now I understand that she can't hold a candle to you, in looks, but probably not in bed either. She told me about the photos that the president has of you and your boyfriend. I must say you look amazing nude, and your boyfriend really does love tasting on you. Tell me before I end up going to prison can I have a sample? Since you give it up so easily." Brock smiled. Mercedes grabbed the chair that in front of her and dropped it on Brock before picking it up again and banging it against his skull. She screamed in fury as his blood started to splatter on her. She would have kept going had Artie not come and pulled her back from him.

"I told you I can make it look like a suicide but you can't keep bashing his frame. Get out of here, go shower, and don't tell anyone where you were. Go, Mercedes."