AN: This is an M rated story. That's all I'm going to say about this. Take that however you wish, just don't complain to me about content.

Summary: She didn't scream, she might have yelped she wasn't sure but all she knew for certain was that her vision swam at the sight of the barrel pointed directly at her. She was going to die, in a desert, alone, probably to be picked apart by wild animals. She was never going to see her parents again, she was never going to see Quinn again, or any of her friends. "Please."

Song: Sucker for Pain By: Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, and Imagine Dragons

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Charlie shivered, pulling down her camisole with her zip-tied hands as best as she could. She had no idea how long how she had been in the back of this non-descript white van for, but it felt like hours. She didn't understand how this had happened. She had just been running to the store with her dad, it was something that she had done all the time with him. Watching her father get attacked before she got grabbed—this wasn't normal and she could feel the warm tears making their way down her cheeks again. She was going to die, she was definitely going to die, there was no way that she was going to survive. She was going to be raped and tortured and then they were going to send her body back in parts to her family.

It's not as if they had a problem hurting her, her jaw and stomach still hurt from where the first goon had struck her hard when she had begun to yell for help. Whoever these people were they didn't care if she cried, just as long as she was quiet. Maybe if she was lucky this was just a ransom, and if it was her father would get her back. He would pay anything to make sure she was safe. She just had to be brave, he would definitely save her. Maybe her father was right about the Mexicans.

To be honest, she wasn't sure if they were Mexicans or not, her brain chided her for jumping to assumptions. The men who had grabbed her wore masks and then had quickly blindfolded her. That had to be a good sign, she sighed. She remembered something on one of Quinn's stupid police procedurals that said that if they blindfolded you, they didn't want to get caught. Maybe that meant they would give her back.

They weren't driving on the freeway that much she could tell by the jostling of the van every time they hit a dip. Maybe if she could get away she'd be able to find her way home, or at least find someone friendly who could help her get back home. Maybe she could find an American embassy.

"¿Podemos probar la mercancía?"

Charlie swallowed and even though she was still blindfolded held her chin up high, she was her father's daughter. "I don't speak Mexican." It's brave and stupid and she nearly pisses herself in fear, even though she's pleased with herself for managing to come up with something given the circumstances.

"Si pero date prisa. Ya Casi llegamos."

Charlie tenses up immediately when she hears a zipper being undone and she immediately backs up. Maybe she should have just cried or kept her mouth shut, because it doesn't sound good for her. If she was a ransom they wouldn't do this to her, at least she didn't think so. "Please, no."

The goon laughs and rough hands grip her hair and pull her forward until her cheek rubs up against rough jeans. "Come on Fabray, let's see if you're worth what my boss paid for you."

Immediately she can feel her body tense, she couldn't believe this was happening to her. What did he mean by paid for. Who was paid? She wasn't property—to be bought and sold like cattle. She feels it pressed against her mouth just as her hair is gripped painfully tighter. She tightens her lips immediately, trying to dissuade him from doing anything till a heavy blow upside the head causes her to gasp out in pain.

"Do it before I knock you out and do whatever I want to you."

She gulps and he seems to take that as an invitation. He's rough, shoving it forcefully against her lips. It's stupid, possibly the stupidest thing she's ever done, but she bites down on reflex.

He cries out and hits her along the side of her head hard enough that she sees stars. She scrambles back, not sure what is going to happen next. He kicks out, catching her in the stomach with his combat boots. She feels him grab her by the shoulder and punch her hard, her face exploding as her nose takes the brunt of the punishment.

"Fuck that hurt." The first goon grumbles. "Fucking bitch."

Charlie's not in much shape to do anything more than curl into herself, protecting herself from any further onslaught.

The goon in the front laughs uproariously. "That's what you get for getting greedy. Wait until the boss checks her out, and unless this one becomes hers you can fuck any of her holes anytime you want."

"Yeah—yeah, you're right. Fuck, I'm going to enjoy breaking her in. Maybe turn her out, wonder how much I can charge for her."

Charlie shivers, they were talking about turning her into a prostitute, like it was nothing. Like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. She spits out the horrible taste in her mouth as best as she could and feels another kick to the ribs. She groans and curls into herself some more as the van starts to slow.

"Knock it off, we're here. I see the boss's car, come on let's show her the goods and get out of here. Maybe we can show her a good time when we're done. I mean look at her. Why the fuck would she keep her? Take her and let's show her off."

The sound of the van door opening caught Charlie off guard despite what the man had said and she feels someone grabbing her legs. Before she could kick and try and get away she gets dragged out the van, her back and head slamming against the hard dirt. She could feel the sun beating down on her as she was pulled along, at some point flipped over until she was face down in the desert sand.

She can feel eyes watching her, studying every inch of her even though she can't see her captor. It's the creepiest thing she's ever felt. Gentle fingers tug at the blindfold and she flinches, blinking when her eyes finally take in the warm sun. She takes a quick peek to glance up at her captor before one of the burly goons puts his foot down on the small of her back.

She gasps, but doesn't cry out, not willing to give him the satisfaction even though her sore stomach digs into the hard rocks.

"I thought I said she was to be unharmed." The woman comments, her tone flat and calculating.

"She got out of hand." The first goon explains. "She bit me."

"I see."

"She's a biter boss, you don't want to be anywhere near her till you get someone to break her in. Dangerous," the other man informs her as he digs his boot into Charlie's back.

"And I suppose you think that the pair of you are just the men for the job?" The woman surmises. Charlie detects a hint of danger in the woman's tone that apparently the goons miss.

"Boss, she can be a top earner if you just give us some time with her. Look at her, she'll have a line wanting to use all her holes. You can earn it all back if you want."

Charlie swallowed and tilted her head up, "Money—I can deal with money. My dad has money plenty of it—he can pay you double or triple whatever you paid, just please let me go. I'll call him, maybe we can do this without cops." She looks up as best as she can when she hears laughter from the woman. That wasn't how this was supposed to go.

The woman shakes her head. "Thanks for that, I needed a good laugh after dealing with such incompetence."

"Boss?" Goon number one seems to sense that they are not in their boss's good graces.

But the woman simply ignores him, pulling out a pistol from behind her and firing two quick shots that drop both her previous captors to the ground. "For future reference, I don't take well to having people tell me how to run my business, nor do I accept having my orders completely disregarded. I don't give second chances."

She didn't scream, she might have yelped she wasn't sure but all she knew for certain was that her vision swam at the sight of the barrel pointed directly at her. She was going to die, in a desert, alone, probably to be picked apart by wild animals. She was never going to see her parents again, she was never going to see Quinn again, or any of her friends. "Please."

The woman studies her for a moment, "Here are your options. You have three of them, so pick wisely. One; I can kill you right now. The money I paid for you is negligible at best, so I can simply write it off as a loss. Two, I can hand you over to men just like these two morons over here, and have you become my top earner. They'll break you of course, get you hooked on something, cocaine, heroin? I don't know, I don't care to know but you'll do anything for enough money for your next score in a few months. Of course, I've seen what a drug habit does to a person, your looks will be the first thing to go and then I'll have to either get rid of you, or have you turning tricks on the corner of the street. You think your father will let you into his house knowing that you've become a whore for some 'dirty wetbacks'? That you've given birth to some random kid and you don't even know who the father is?"

"My father will pay—"

"No. He won't." The woman sighs impatiently. "No one is coming to save you."

Charlie blinks back tears, even as she knows the truth of the words. Her father wouldn't negotiate with criminals, especially not with Mexicans. Death or prostitution, was that it? She took a deep shuddering breath. "I thought you said there were three options."

The woman tries to hide a smirk but Charlie can see the corners of her mouth tick upward. "You can be my toy, mine and mine alone. You would belong to me, to be used as I see fit. No one but me will ever touch you, physically or sexually. In exchange, I will keep you fed and clothed and you will stay in my estate."

Charlie's mouth went dry, it was prostitution in a different sense, but with only one person. A person who had just murdered two men in front of her in cold blood. "Don't—don't you have other toys?"

"I did."

"What happened to them?" Charlie questions.

"They decided to try and see what perks they could get by attempting to sleep with my men." The woman shrugs and looks at her gun carefully, still keeping it pointed at Charlie. "I don't give second chances," she nods her head towards the dead bodies.

Charlie swallows, "So—uh, what would I have to do as your—as your toy?"

"Massages, foot rubs, sex whenever I want. Don't worry I'm not going to do destroy your body, I treat my toys very well. You might be sore, you might even have welts the next day but there will be no more permanent damage to your body." That was a lie, a small one, but she certainly had no plans to start chopping off body parts.

"I—"

"Tick-tock," the woman interrupts. "Make a decision, I don't want to hear you agonizing about it, simply pick an option. One, two or three the choice is completely up to you, but you have thirty seconds to make the choice before I make it for you."

There was a gun to her head and there were two dead bodies around her, if she got shot now then she'd never see her parents again. If she became a common whore, she'd never get out, but maybe if she—

"There's a gun to your head, remember that and I don't give second chances."

"Three—I choose three," Charlie spits out immediately. It seems like the best chance she has at surviving and maybe seeing her parents again.

The woman pauses for a minute as if trying to judge Charlie's sincerity. After a minute, she clicks the safety back on the gun, and smiles. "Good choice." She studies her new toy for a moment before turning around, clearly bored with the conversation. "Come along, I want to have you cleaned up before tonight," she orders as she heads back to the Land Rover that she had arrived in.

Charlie watched in silence unsure as the door to the Land Rover was opened by a man she hadn't noticed before and the woman slides into the car.

"¿A dónde vas?"

"Home, we're going home—" The woman turns to see that Charlie hasn't moved and rolls her eyes. "I said come along. Are you deaf?"

With her hands still zip-tied it makes it difficult to push herself to her feet, but she finally manages to do it keeping her eye on the man who is still waiting outside the door. He stares back wordlessly but makes no attempt to say or do anything. Her legs nearly give out from underneath her as they shake but she manages to make it to the door of the car without pitching face first into the ground.

"Free her hands," the woman informs the man, watching as he pulls out a huge knife from his pocket. Her new toy immediately falls back on her ass causing her to snort in amusement. She immediately pulls her sunglasses onto her face as she slips into the car. Hopefully her new toy wouldn't be stupid enough to try and run. She had nowhere to go.

Charlie frowns as she stands in front of the open car door, she could practically feel the man waiting for her to try something stupid, and when the woman turns to look at her annoyance on her face, she immediately steps into the car. She would find her way back home, she just needed to be smart, be patient and pick the right moment.

~O~

"Where is she? Where is my daughter?" Judy's voice was rising as the panic set in. She had gotten the emergency call what felt like ages ago that her husband was being rushed to the hospital. She had expected it to be a simple accident and her daughter there to explain, but they had only found Russell, lying in a pool of his own blood. They hadn't even been aware that her daughter was missing until she told them Charlie was supposed to be with Russell. It was her worst nightmare, her youngest daughter, her baby was missing. "What happened?"

"I assure you Mrs. Fabray, we are doing all we can." Agent Schuester assures her. "At this point, we have every reason to suspect that this will end with your daughter returned to you. These first twenty-four hours are critical and we have every reason to suspect that the kidnappers will contact you and your husband with a ransom demand."

"It's already been hours." Judy counters. "You haven't even been looking for her."

"We've issued an amber alert throughout the state, we've tapped your home phone in case they call, and we're tracking your daughter's cell phone now." He didn't admit that they'd already found the last coordinates from the phone with no other leads.

"Mom, she's alive. I can feel it, I know she's alive they're going to call and we're going to give them what they want right?" Quinn demands. They had a twin bond, they were identical twins when Charlie was hurt she felt it, she would know if Charlie was dead.

Judy turned to Quinn and grabbed her hand tightly, "Good. And Russell—your father would know what to do. He always know what to do—why haven't we heard anything from the doctors?"

Quinn swallows, her mother looked so lost and with her dad currently out for the count someone was going to need to be in charge. "Have you looked at security footage? Canvased the area? Maybe someone saw something."

Agent Schuester frowned at Quinn, "I assure you we're doing everything in our power."

She glares at him, aware that to him she's just some kid. She can almost feel his attempts not to roll his eyes at her and it pisses her off. "My twin is missing and until she's back here safe you haven't done anything."

He glances at Judy as if expecting her to chastise Quinn, when she doesn't, he frowns. "I will go and check with my colleagues, but I believe we are currently canvassing the area. It was late and dark and they weren't in the best area of town."

"So that makes it her fault she got abducted?"

"What? No!" He assures, taking a deep breath. "I know this is a stressful time but we don't have a lot of answers quite yet. Be patient and let us know if you can think of anyone who may be trying to target you."

Quinn frowned they were stuck with incompetence, "My father is a candidate to become Governor of Arizona, and of course he has enemies. All those damn liberals, who want to pretend that the real problem with this state-with the country isn't the illegals that come in here and they do all sorts of damage to our country. Some of the cartel's have made death threats against my family and where were you? My father got shot and my sister got kidnapped!"

"There was an investigation and we found that most of those threats were found to have no merit. Unless you have a name or a specific threat—"

Quinn clenched her fist fighting desperately against the urge to beat this man in the face. "Well clearly your investigation turned out to be wrong. My sister is missing my father has been shot and brutalized, while we stand here who knows what they could be doing to my sister. Look at the footage, find her, this—this is terrorism plain and simple. They're trying to silence my father and that can't stand."

William Schuester sighed, "What was he doing in that particular area?"

"It's—it's my fault," Judy speaks up. "That's the only place that sells my favorite ice cream—Russell said he'd go get me some and he took Charlie so he could have a chat with her. Her grades haven't been up to standard lately and he just wanted to check in. He's been busy lately and he thought Charlie wasn't working as hard because he wasn't there—oh god. If I hadn't asked—"

"It's not your fault mom. I swear it isn't. They were probably watching the family for awhile now—we need protection."

"Of course we've got officers outside your house, you'll be escorted to and from the hospital and we'll keep the reporters away. Unfortunately due to your husband's political ambition this has become national news. We think it might be best if you and Quinn were to make a statement, pleading for the safe return of your daughter."

Judy swallowed, this happened to other people not to people like them. "Right of course. I uh—Quinn make sure you give this man some pictures of Charlie—good ones. You need to be right there, make sure people know what she looks like. We need to bring her home Quinn—I don't think—what am I going to do if—" A sob escapes from her lips.

Quinn moves and wraps her arms around her mother's shoulders. "We'll do it, I should have some selfies that we took together. I'll make sure they have everything mom, and we'll do the press conference together."

Judy nods and is about to say something when the doctor pushes the door open, "Mrs. Fabray? Your husband's awake—there are a bunch of police officers but he's asking for—well your daughter."

"For Charlie?" Quinn presses, it makes sense that her father was asking for her sister. He had just been attacked and he was worried about her sister. The doctor nods and Quinn exhales, if her father is awake then this would be resolved. Her dad could do anything. Charlie was going to be okay, they were going to find her, hopefully before anything bad happened to her.

~O~

'Soon, we're going to hear from Russell Fabray. He will be making a statement as soon as he is able. Reports are coming in that he was shot, but those reports have yet to be confirmed.'

A derisive snort escaped Puck's lips as he put his feet up on the coffee table leaning back, a beer in his hand as he eyed the television critically. "This should be good, wonder what the bastard is going to say."

Santana Lopez arches her brow, but Puck shrugs off her disdain which causes her to frown deeply. He's probably the only person in the world who can get away with ignoring her. It didn't matter if she was the heir apparent for one of the largest cartels, Puck's known her since they were both in diapers. It was hard for him to take her seriously when he's competed against in her pee-target practice. While she definitely had a bigger dick than he did, to her irritation he was more accurate. "Will you get your feet off my five thousand dollar coffee table? I know you weren't raised in a fucking barn, so treat my shit with respect." Santana snaps, smacking his feet off her custom table.

'Breaking news. Russell Fabray gubernatorial candidate for the Arizona is prepared to make a statement. Stay tuned as abc15 will bring this coverage to you, live.'

"This seems like a bad idea," Finn cautions scratching the back of his head. "There's a lot of press attention."

Santana smacked Puck's legs, forcing him to move as she flops down on her white couch. "That's the point isn't it? He wanted to be governor so badly and we just handed him the election on a silver platter. It's his race to lose now."

"Well, I always knew he was a bastard, what with his racist bullshit, but selling his own kid just so he can win? That's cold. Fuck, selling her to you is probably better than living with that fucking asshole," Puck took another sip of his beer. He turns to look at Santana before flashing her a huge smirk. "Speaking of your newest toy, one where the hell is she? And are you going to fucking share this time? Remember sharing is caring."

Santana let out a harsh laugh and crossed her legs, "I'll keep that in mind if I ever decide that I want to care." She scoffs openly at the idea. "But since I don't know where your dick has been, there's no way I'm ever letting you touch what's mine."

Puck shakes his head, "You know we could have a lot of fun, it's not as if the three of us haven't done it before."

Santana waved him off, there was usually far too much alcohol involved and she really didn't want to wake up to Finn's pale ass in her face ever again. "No, she's my toy."

"You weren't always this possessive." Finn notes unhelpfully, unphased by Santana's glare. Even though he might not be able to get away with the same level of disregard that Puck could, he was pretty used to Santana's moods.

"Yeah, well things change." Santana narrows her eyes lowly. She waves her hand dismissively, this part of the conversation is over. "Besides—if you think about it, it's almost poetic justice. Imagine the look on Russell's face when he realizes I've turned his daughter into my fucktoy. Maybe one day I'll fuck her right in front of him, make him watch as I make his daughter moan on my dick."

Puck laughs and shakes his head, of course Santana would think of something that perverted. "So where is she?"

Santana tapped her foot on the marble floors, "Basement. She's in the suite." She replies simply, not really needing to explain further. The entire basement floor of her estate had been converted into a suite for her to break in her new toys and for them to gain her trust. In the past, she's later let her pets roam the estate freely, after all it's not as though there is anywhere else for them to go. "She's with Sebastian, he's getting her ready for me."

"You're starting her tattoo tonight?" Finn asked, it was rather soon. The tattoo was his least favorite part, and even though he didn't have to watch he liked to be far away when they brought out the needles.

"Of course not, you know how Sebastian is. He doesn't do the same tattoo twice, so he's going to design something that suits her personality." Santana smirks when she realizes why he asked. "But don't worry you big ass baby, I'll let you know when he's doing it so you don't have to wet yourself in fear."

"I just don't like needles is all," Finn mutters under his breath and turns back to the television tilting his head and pointing to the screen. "Who the fuck is that?"

Santana glanced at the screen, "Quinn Fabray, I think. Identical twins, I asked for both but I was told I could only have one. Shame," Santana shrugged it off pulling out her phone so she could check in on her new toy. She smirks when she finds the camera with the best angle, watching the blonde inspect the perimeter of her suite. "The last one was crying by this time."

"Your last toy was insane." Puck reminds her.

Still, Santana watched fondly. Maybe this would be more fun than she expected. "That was part of her charm. Though I hope this one lasts longer." Santana closes the camera and looks at them, "I think it's time that you two leave. I think I've kept her waiting long enough."

Puck smirks and Finn rolls his eyes but both get up to leave. "Have fun!" Puck sing-songs.

"That's the plan," Santana pushes herself up off the couch. Hopefully Santana had made sure that Charlie couldn't get pregnant. The last thing she wanted was to have to wear a condom. It would certainly ruin her fun for the evening. She turns noticing that Puck and Finn seem to be dragging their feet. "I said get the hell out. I've got shit to do before I plan on heading down there." Her harsh finally manages to snap them into gear as they quickly make their way out of her estate. She exhales slowly before heading to the door to the basement, opening a secret panel on the wall beside the entrance. Punching in the passcode she watches as the door swings open and she takes a step inside, making sure to close the door behind her.

Charlie jumped at the new sound, spinning around guiltily she backs up a little, putting space between her and the woman who still hasn't identified herself. She gulps nervously, not really sure what she's supposed to say or do in this situation. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want." Santana says simply. She's not in the mood to answer questions or coddle this girl who is far older than Santana was when Santana entered the business.