New chapter! I hope you all enjoy. Sorry for the slow update, I have my reasons.

Chapter 5- The Big Day

The dreaded day was here, the day I had not been looking forward to for a while now. Well, for a couple of days, but time drags when you're trapped in a basement, so I guess I can say I had dreaded the day for a while. It was a day she wouldn't stop talking about, a special day that needed to be celebrated. Her friends would be attending and I was told to be on my best behavior, or else. By this point I knew better than to cross Ms. Lopez, the woman had changed in a way I couldn't possibly begin to explain, perhaps there was a reason for it. Or maybe I was just starting to see the real her. But anyway, the dreaded day was here.

Santana's 32nd birthday. And yes, it would be a day I would never forget.

I slept rather well the night before, much to my surprise. I must have needed it because I didn't wake up at all during the night. For once I didn't hear Santana pacing back and forth upstairs, or Johnson talking loudly about something uninteresting. I hadn't even felt the need to wake up just to turn the little light switch on, just to see if I was truly alone. I stretched my arms and crawled over to the bucket where I would do my business. At first the bucket disgusted me, but I guess I got pretty used to it after a while. After I was done using the bucket, I crawled back over to my usual spot and rested my head against the wall, waiting patiently for Johnson to bring me my food.

I only had to wait a couple of minutes before the basement door opened and I was blinded by the light coming from above. Johnson stomped down the stairs with my food in his hand, a grin on his face. I inspected the man carefully, his beard had grown considerably over the last couple of days, perhaps it had been a little bit longer than I had originally thought.

"Good morning, and isn't it a lovely morning?" He said cheerfully, pouring my breakfast into the bowl. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight. The food tasted like shit but I was so hungry. Johnson stood back as he watched me eat my food. "Today the house will be very crowded, we have a lot of guests so remember the rules."

I nodded my head as I gulped down some water. "I know," I mumbled, swallowing the water. "No scaring the guests by acting like an animal, no talking to anyone unless told so, no trying to escape by taking a guest hostage," I said, listing a few of the rules Santana had discussed with me the day before.

"Most importantly, no upsetting your mistress," Johnson warned, a stern look on his face. "She wont be happy if you do anything to ruin her big day."

Big day, you would have thought she was getting married or something, not just turning 32. I couldn't see what the big deal was. A birthday was just a birthday. Or it was to me anyway. Perhaps Santana wasn't the only one who had changed. I guess I was a little different too. Maybe.

"You don't have to worry about me," I assured him, running my fingers through my knotted hair. "Will I be able to take a bath today?" I asked.

Johnson raised his eyebrows. "Do you plan on fucking your mistress today?"

I thought about it for a moment before answering. "No."

Johnson smiled. "Then we will take you into the backyard and hose you down. You know the rules, no using the bath unless you're going to be entering Santana's bedroom. Squirting the hose at you will be fine today."

The hose. I hated it.

"Why are you still talking to her, Johnson?!" Santana shouted as she hurried down the stairs wearing nothing but her bathrobe. "All you had to do was to give her some fucking food, so why are you talking to her? You should be upstairs removing the covers from the furniture."

"Oh...she's smelly, she needs to be hosed down in the yard," Johnson said.

Santana rolled her eyes. "I'll do that, you just go upstairs."

Johnson nodded his head and quickly rushed back upstairs leaving me alone with my mistress. I immediately stopped eating my food and leaned back against the brick wall, staring into the woman's dark eyes. Her breathing got louder the longer she stood there, it was like she was repulsed by me all of a sudden. This went on for minutes, until finally she knelt down and unlocked the chains around my ankles. She stepped back and motioned for me to stand up, which I did without hesitating.

"Upstairs," she said quietly, watching me intently.

When we left the basement I let my eyes wander around the house. Most of the covers had been pulled off the furniture so I could finally see what the rooms really looked like. The house seemed darker, more intimidating, it sent shivers down my spine. Whoever's house it was, whether it was actually Santana's or someone else's, they seemed to like dark, leather furniture. I didn't get to look for long before Santana pushed me forward and rushed me through the house and into the backyard.

"Stand over there and take that hideous top off," she said coldly.

I took off the top, the one she apparently liked two days ago, and stood naked in the yard, waiting for Santana to squirt me with freezing cold water. I didn't have to wait very long, before I knew it the water was on me, and Santana was standing by the door laughing her head off as she drenched me. This went on for several minutes, until I didn't have a smell on me anymore. At one point the woman threw some soap at me and accidentally hit me on the head, or so she says, and ordered me to scrub myself. I was relieved when it was over, my entire body felt numb, I definitely preferred a nice soak in the bathtub, it made me feel a little bit more normal again. I didn't feel like such an animal then.

"There you go, all nice and clean now," Santana said as she handed me a towel. "Dry yourself, I don't want you messing up this house by dropping water everywhere."

"Okay," I mumbled quietly.

Santana crossed her arms and leaned against the door. "Another thing, when our guests arrive you will address me as Mistress, do you understand me?"

"I understand," I nodded my head.

"Hmm, I was running some errands yesterday morning and picked you up an outfit from the lost and found, it's a dress with flowers on it," she smirked. "You like flowers, don't you?"

"I guess," I shrugged. "I'll be happy with anything."

"Take that back," Santana hissed, throwing the flowery dress at me. "You will not be happy with anything, you will be happy with what I say you will be happy with," she stopped for a moment, wondering if that made any sense at all. "Anyway, very clean people will be coming to this house today, so please don't piss yourself, or shit all over the place, that will be embarrassing for me."

Why would I piss or shit myself? It was times like that when Santana's mind confused the hell out of me.

I put on the dress that was way too big for me, it was like wearing a bed sheet. Santana smiled when she saw me in it, a genuine smile that gave me the impression she liked it. I'm not sure how she could like me in it, not when it didn't fit me properly. "You look amazing," she said softly.

"It's a little big," I mumbled, letting my eyes fall to the ground.

Santana slammed her hand against the wall, startling me. She clenched her fists as she stormed over to me and grabbed me by the hair. "A little big, huh?" She hissed. "Not everyone can be skinny like you, we're all different sizes so stop being a disrespectful little shit and be grateful I've given you something beautiful to wear."

She really took that comment to heart, I didn't mean to offend her in any way, I just told her it was a little big. Had I known the way she would react, I would have kept my mouth shut. But then again, I couldn't have known the way she would react, after all, she did say she picked up the outfit from a lost and found place.

"So, do you like the dress?" She asked, calmer than before.

I gulped nervously. "Yes, I do." I didn't dare say anything else.

"Good," Santana smiled. "Now, I want you to be a good girl and go in the living room, Johnson has found you a nice comfy seat that you will sit on for a few hours, do you understand?" Knowing Santana, that 'nice comfy seat', was most likely the floor. Then again, anything was better than the basement.

I followed the woman back into the house and into the living room, where Johnson was dusting the fireplace. He looked me and up down before pointing to a small plastic seat, I guess I was wrong, I wouldn't be sleeping on the floor. I sat down and waited for orders, I wasn't used to being upstairs so I didn't know which way to act. There wasn't anything to do, there was a television in front of me but I highly doubt it worked, not much did in that house.

"I have things to do so just sit here and be a good girl," Santana said as she threw on some clothes, followed by a small jacket. "I'll be back in an hour, don't try to escape." She warned. Try to escape? Why would I have tried to escape? My family would be dead if I did that, I wasn't going to be stupid and try to run.

"Oh, what shall I do if she needs the toilet?" Johnson asked, stopping Santana from leaving the house.

The woman slowly turned around with a frown on her face. "Well I certainly hope you wouldn't let her shit all over the living room. Where is your common sense, Johnson? Let the girl use the bathroom."

That surprised me, Santana had never let me use the bathroom unless I needed a bath before our sexy times. The bucket was the only thing I used since being in the house. "Oh...yeah, of course," Johnson mumbled as he scratched his head.

"I'll be back before you know it," Santana said, leaving the house and slamming the door behind her.

Santana lied, she took longer than she said she would. I can't remember how much time I sat on that uncomfortable seat waiting for her to return. Perhaps it was 5 hours, maybe a little less. Johnson didn't bother me while Santana was gone, thank god. I actually only saw him once or twice, when he would go into the kitchen and help himself to some food, never sharing any with me. I guess I could have wandered around the house a little more, do some exploring, since for once those chains weren't around my ankles suffocating me. I even could have ran out of the house and never returned, I was very tempted at one point, but I knew I couldn't.

I'm not entirely sure how I would cope living a normal life now. I hadn't been living with Santana and Johnson for very long, but I was used to it in a weird, sick way. I was used to being told I was nothing but a shit, a smelly shit as Santana would say.

After waiting in the living room for what seemed like a lifetime, Santana returned with a load of bags in her hand. She walked toward me with a huge grin on her face. "I'm back, did you miss me?" She asked, throwing the bags down on the dark couch. "My party is about to begin so I need you to stand next to the fireplace." The fireplace? Why did she want me to stand over there?

I didn't bother to ask, I just stood next to the fireplace and kept my head down.

Seconds later there was a knock on the front door. Johnson appeared out of nowhere wearing a black suit which was two sizes too small for him. I cringed at the sight. "Shit, Johnson get the door!" Santana ordered as she threw her jacket across the room, revealing the long black dress she was wearing. She looked really nice, I couldn't deny that. She must have picked it up while she was out. "How do I look?" She asked me.

"You look very nice," I said quietly.

Santana grinned. "I know I do."

The sound of voices interrupted us from our very short conversation. A tall dark man walked into the living room with a cane in his hand. He stared at me for a couple of moments before he was joined by Ms. Jones. Oh god, how I hated that evil woman. I felt sick when I saw her. I was beyond curious to know what she had done to poor Nadia, I prayed she was returned to her family and away from that monster. I knew at some point during the evening I would have to ask.

"Still here I see," Ms. Jones said, looking me up and down. She rolled her eyes and turned to face Santana. "Why is this slave still here? Wouldn't it be easier to just kill her and get it over with, she's making this house look a mess," she added. Another reason I hated Ms. Jones, she was rude.

Santana smiled softly and cleared her throat. "S-she's a very good slave," she stuttered.

Ms. Jones raised an eyebrow. "Santanita, in what way could this girl be a good slave? She looks utterly useless if you ask me."

Thank god my long blonde hair was covering my face, I didn't want them to see how red my face was. Embarrassed, I was absolutely embarrassed.

"She's not useless, she's actually very good," Santana said, defending me for once. "You see, like I previously mentioned, this one is very good in bed, she satisfies me in all kinds of ways. She's also very obedient, you never hear her talking back or trying to escape, she's good like that." I'm pretty sure Santana was telling a few lies.

"Where is she from?" The dark man asked curiously.

"She's from the city," Santana told him.

"Has she killed anyone before?" He asked. After hearing what the man had said, I snapped my head up and stared at them all with wide eyes. No, I had never killed anyone before in my life, I hoped Santana wouldn't lie about that too. I wouldn't put it past her to have said something like, 'yes, she's a very good killer too.'

"Curtis, not everyone is like us, of course she hasn't kill anyone," Santana said, laughing. Well at least she didn't lie.

"When can we have some fun with her?" Curtis asked as he straightened his tie.

"Never, this one is for my eyes only, no one but me gets to have fun with her," Santana said quickly, glaring at the man. "Don't touch something that isn't yours, you know the rules, Curtis. Besides, you never see me having some fun with one of your slaves."

"You wouldn't dare do that to us," Curtis laughed.

Santana cleared her throat again and walked over to Ms. Jones, the woman who was staring at my ankles. She was probably wondering why I wasn't locked in the basement with the chains around my ankles. "So, how is it going with that new slave of yours? Have you still got her or did you manage to convince that rich stuck up family of hers to give you a ton of money?"

Nadia. Santana was asking about Nadia. I was suddenly interested in everything the woman had to say.

Ms. Jones blinked a couple of times, still gazing at my ankles. "I ended up killing that one, she did nothing but scream and give me a headache," she said, destroying me. Poor Nadia had been killed because she was frightened and in pain. I couldn't imagine what life would have been like with Ms. Jones, that evil monster disgusted me. I clenched my fists to refrain from jumping forward and attacking the woman. Before anyone could say anything, Ms. Jones continued. "I did get in contact with her family though, I've agreed to send them her head."

Her head? What exactly had Ms. Jones done to poor Nadia's body?!

"Anyway, thank you for coming today, it really means a lot," Santana said quickly. "Shall we go through to the lounge? The others will be arriving shortly." The lounge was one of the rooms in the house I had not stepped inside of. I probably wasn't good enough for that room.

I watched as Santana led Ms. Jones and Curtis out of the living room and into the lounge. She didn't look at me so I assumed she didn't want me to follow her. I guessed I'd be a statue for the day, standing in front of the fireplace not doing anything. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Johnson entering the room. "Make sure you stay here, we don't want you to start wandering," he said.

"Ms. Jones killed Nadia," I blurted out, without thinking. I couldn't control myself, I just needed to shout it out loud. "She...she killed her."

Johnson nodded his head. "You're luckier than you think."

Lucky or not, no one should be a living a life like we did.

Within the next hour the abandoned, dark house was filled with unfamiliar faces, most of which were drunk. Each of them had seemed fascinated in me, but thankfully each time one of them looked at me the wrong way, Santana was always there to make sure they knew I belonged to her. I had never been so glad to be in the same room with her. Strangely, I felt incredibly safe with her that day. Even worse, I felt quite safe with Johnson. I guess it was because I knew they didn't have any plans to kill me...yet.

"Tell me, what's Santana like? How does she treat you?" An old woman asked as she stumbled into the living room with a bottle of vodka in her hand.

"San- Mistress," I quickly corrected myself, knowing how furious the woman would have been if I had disobeyed her. "Mistress treats me very well," I said, hoping I hadn't said the wrong thing.

"Really?" The woman frowned. "Does she not beat you with a stick? Why aren't you being tortured, girl?" Shit, I had said the wrong thing.

"I-I, I do get...tortured," I lied, in a way. Wasn't being trapped in a house and kept as a slave enough of a punishment?"

The woman grinned, a little too much. "Curtis, take her down to the basement, we need to teach this girl a lesson. She's far too...clean." No, I wasn't too clean, I was disgusting! Oh god, where was Santana and Johnson when I needed them?

Out of nowhere, the man with the cane appeared by the doorway. I kicked and screamed as he dragged me by the hair out of the living room and down into the basement...my home. "Get the ropes from over there," Curtis ordered as he climbed on top of me. "Today, since it's a very special day, we're going to-"

"Enough of the talking, just tie her up, it's a been a while since we've done this," the old woman said, laughing.

I was tied to the ground by a rope that irritated my skin. I wanted to scream but before I could, my mouth was taped. I had never been so scared in all my life, I had no idea what was happening and a part of me didn't want to find out. These strangers were going to do something awful to me and I couldn't escape, I was trapped. Worst of all, Santana was nowhere in sight. I guessed she would have been drunk by then. She wouldn't have been looking for me. I wasn't important, I was just-

"What are you doing?!" Santana snapped as she ran down the stairs and hit Curtis over the head. I was shocked to see the woman, but relieved at the same time. The old woman cowered away in the corner and lowered her head, frightened. "Don't make me fucking repeat myself, what the fuck are you doing?!" She shouted, demanding an answer.

Curtis winced in pain as he rubbed his head. "We were just going to have a little fun with this one."

"No way, no way in fucking hell!" Santana said, shaking her head. "I shouldn't have to repeat myself, no one is to touch this slave but me. I will not have anyone rape her."

Rape me? They were going to rape me?

"Don't be so ridiculous, why on earth would we try to rape her?" The old woman said, walking slowly toward Santana. "Do you really think we brought this sweet little thing down here so we could rape her? Do you really think we would do that?"

"Then why are you down here?" Santana asked, crossing her arms against her chest.

"What do you think we're doing down here? It's been a while since you've...tortured someone," the old woman said. Oh god, they were going to torture me! Rape, torture, rape, torture, which was worse?

Santana stared at the woman for a couple of seconds before shifting her gaze to the dead rat across the basement. I looked back and forth between the two, curious to know what was going through Santana's head at that moment. She cleared her throat before opening her mouth. "Well, that's not your business, is it? You are guests in this house so you will do as I say. Go back upstairs and enjoy the party, I'm going to...have some fun down here."

"Do you want some help?" Curtis asked.

"No!" Santana snapped. "Upstairs," she ordered.

I raised my head a little bit and watched the man and woman head back upstairs. I know what I wanted to happen next, I wanted Santana to untie the ropes that kept me trapped on the ground, and I wanted her to let me go back upstairs. But that didn't happen. The woman hovered over me and pulled a knife out of her dress. At first I frowned, curious to know where on earth she had pulled that from, then I was afraid, extremely afraid of what was going to happen next. My mouth went dry as she knelt down beside me and placed the knife on my chest.

"Do you see that dead rat over there? Oh, of course you've seen it before, it's impossible for you to have missed it," she whispered, running the knife along my body. "Well, one of my favorite ways to torture is with a rat, did you know that?"

I shook my head, of course I didn't know that.

Santana smiled softly and leaned forward, planting a kiss on my forehead. She then ripped the tape off my mouth. "You see, this torture technique dates back to the medieval times, it was a very common way to torture someone back then. An easy, painful way."

"Santana, stop this," I begged. "You haven't tortured me the entire time I've been here, don't start now just because those two people reminded you of what you did...I don't know, before."

The woman didn't listen to me, she was having too much fun. She lifted up the flowery dress, exposing my body. She then ran the knife along it and pressed in, making me bleed. I hissed in pain and felt tears spring to my eyes as she dug the knife in further. My breathing increased as she dug excruciatingly deeper into my skin. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight the ropes that kept me in place, but I couldn't do anything, it was no good, who would possibly come to my rescue?

"No, today my name is Mistress, you know that," she hissed.

"Stop, please," I tried again.

"You see, after you cut the stomach, you would place a starving rat inside," she said quietly, licking her lips. "And...the rat would eat your insides, can you imagine the pain?" Oh god, she was going to place a rat in my stomach and have it eat me.

"Please," I whispered, the sweat dripping from my forehead. My body started to shake as she kept the knife inside of me. My vision was blurry, I felt sick, everything around me was going dark. Darker than usual.

"Most people would die from the pain, their wounds were just too much," she said.

"A-and, have you killed- fuck- have you killed people using this thing," I mumbled, unable to find the strength to say much.

"Many," Santana nodded, focusing on my stomach. "All we need now is a rat to destroy you. I'd use the one over there but it died a while ago. After it killed that man there was nothing else to eat, it died of starvation."

"Before, b-before you said I was victim number five, how many people have you killed since then?" I asked, feeling the blood drain from my body.

"Oh dear, when I said you were victim number five, or when Johnson said you were victim number five, I don't exactly remember the entire conversation, but I do know what we meant was you were our fifth victim in the hotel, I don't think you would want to know what we have done," she said, glaring at me with those dark eyes of hers. "I think you'll find a few guests from that hotel went missing that day."

Santana was a serial killer, she was a monster just like Ms. Jones. She wasn't any different to the people upstairs, she was probably worse.

"Then why is- fuck- why is this the first time you're doing this to me, why not before?" I asked, hissing in pain.

Santana stilled the knife as her face softened, to my surprise. She sat back on the floor and pulled the knife away, wiping the blood on her dress before cleaning my wound with a part of the flowery dress I was wearing. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, unable to find the right words to say. Eventually, I heard her speak. "Well, I don't know," she said, not answering my question.

"But-" my words wouldn't come out of my mouth, I was too weak to speak. My blurry vision suddenly went black, and before I knew it, I had lost conciseness.

I don't know how long it was before my vision was restored and I could see again. It must have been dark by then because I had slept for hours and hours, I assumed anyway. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how comfortable I was, for once. It wasn't cold either, which made me immediately alert. It didn't take me long to realize I was in bed, but not just any bed, Santana's bed. The woman who had went a little crazy and dug a knife into my stomach, I was in her bed. I slowly sat up in bed and gripped my stomach, wincing in pain when my wound throbbed. I still felt weak, but I tried to remain strong, I had to try to understand what had happened.

The next thing I noticed was the outfit I was wearing. I was no longer wearing that flowery dress, nor was I wearing one of those long tops I had grown used to. This time I was wearing a white pair of pajamas and a fluffy robe. I wondered why I was here and not back in the basement, that's something I couldn't understand. Santana was a killer, a woman who liked to torture people, so how did I end up in her bed wearing clean clothes? Surely that wasn't normal. I just wanted Santana to walk into the room so I could ask her questions, she was a confusing woman who didn't make sense most of the time. Then again, I was afraid for her to walk into the room, I didn't know which way she would act and what would happen when she would. Would she kick me out of the bedroom? Once again, I wouldn't put it past her.

I looked around the room and jumped when I saw Santana's teddy bear next to me in bed, tucked under the covers. I moved away from it a little bit, afraid for some strange reason. I saw the way Santana acted around that thing, so I dared not touch it in case the woman found out about it.

"How are you feeling?" Santana asked as she appeared at the door. She herself was out of her party dress and into a pair of silk pajamas. Her hair was damp so I assumed she had just gotten out of the shower.

I gulped nervously, what the hell was I supposed to say? "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, slightly frightened.

"Good," Santana nodded. "I...I put Teddy in the bed with you, just to make you feel a little bit more comfortable." Oh, how nice of her. After having my stomach sliced open the one thing I wanted was Santana's teddy bear to share a bed with me.

"I don't understand...I just- I don't get why you would do that to me...my stomach-" I couldn't even finish my sentence, it hurt too much thinking about it.

"Are you not going to say thank you?" Santana asked quickly, surprising me.

"W-what? Why do you expect me to say thank you?" I asked, puzzled. After everything she had done to me, how could she possibly expect me to say thank you to her? The nerve.

"Well...I did put Teddy in the bed with you. Aren't you grateful?" Santana said, as if it were obvious.

My mouth dropped at her words. I was utterly shocked by what she had said. "Listen, I get that you're keeping me here as your sex slave and you expect me to sleep in the basement, but not long ago you cut my stomach open, I just don't get how you could expect me to say thank you," I said, unable to stop myself. I had to tell her how I felt, even though I was still afraid of the woman.

"That was an accident," Santana said.

I shook my head. "I don't think that was an accident."

"You should be grateful I let you sleep in my bed, that was a very kind thing to do," she snapped quietly, running her fingers through her hair. "What more do you want from me, huh? I give you Teddy, I give you luxury clothes to wear, you're lucky to be with me."

I laughed at that, almost.

"Why am I up here? W-why didn't you just leave me in the basement?" I asked, hoping the woman would give me an honest answer.

"Well, you almost died down there so I had to get Johnson to find a doctor to treat you," she started, sitting down at the foot of the bed. "Of course I couldn't let him leave here, he would have went straight to the cops, so his body is in the basement," she shrugged.

Oh my god, she killed him. She killed the doctor who saved my life. Monster, nothing but a monster. "How could you do such a thing?" I frowned, disgusted. "Do you never feel guilty?"

"Not really," Santana smiled. "Anyway, you'll be sleeping with me tonight, unfortunately we wont be having sex, but we'll be sharing a bed, until his body is moved out of the basement. We'd move the body now, but the rats are having a good feed first."

Oh god, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was just getting worse and worse every time she opened her mouth. I felt even more sick. I couldn't believe I would have to spend the entire night in bed with a serial killer who tortured people by making rats eat their insides. "You should have just let me die down there," I spat, making Santana turn around. At that point I sounded a little bit like Nadia, a woman with no hope.

"Then I wouldn't have a sex slave, who would satisfy me like you do?" She asked. "Besides, I told you I wouldn't kill you, so I'm going to stick to that promise."

Was I really supposed to believe something a murderer said to me? "Okay," I mumbled, just to stop her from moaning.

I watched as Santana stood up and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains. "It's late now, almost midnight. If you're wondering why it's so quiet in this house, it's because I sent everyone home an hour ago. Things were getting a little out of hand so it was best to end the party," Santana told me. I wondered what happened at the party. Before I could ask, the woman continued. "I may not want to kill you, but there were people at that party who would have paid millions to remove your head, it's a risk I couldn't take, not when they were all absolutely drunk."

"And your friends with those vile people?" I asked.

Santana sharply turned around and glared at me. "Watch your mouth girl, don't be so disrespectful!" She shouted, taking a deep breath before calming down. "I wouldn't say they were friends of mine, just people who enjoy doing the same activities as me."

"Another thing, why- why did Ms. Jones murder Nadia?" I knew I shouldn't have asked, but I had to. I needed to know why she would do such a thing. "I mean, her legs had been smashed but they would have healed, she didn't have to kill her. I just don't get why she paid so much money for her, just to end up killing her anyway."

Santana sighed. "That's the type of woman she is. Never mind the money, she would have been happier torturing the girl to death," she said. They really were sick bastards, all of them.

I rolled my eyes when the woman wasn't watching. "You really didn't have to kill that doctor," I said, thinking about another innocent person the woman had killed.

Santana pulled the covers back and joined me in bed, holding her teddy tightly to her chest. "You didn't have to go and nearly die on me," she responded.

"Well I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't attacked me and tried to feed me to the rats," I said, getting annoyed. I winced in pain as I sat up a little bit more. Santana immediately looked at me, concerned for once.

"I would never have stuck rats inside of you," she frowned.

I almost laughed at that too. I bet she wouldn't have. "Whatever you say," I mumbled.

"I wouldn't have done such a thing, not to my sex slave," the woman argued. "For once you should just believe me, I'm not as bad as you think." Santana was right, she wasn't as bad as I thought...she was way worse.

"You really confuse me," I said, watching her constantly roll about the bed, trying to get comfortable.

"How do I confuse you?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, I just had to find the right words, I didn't want her to attempt to kill me again. "Well, you have like 10 personalities," I started, watching her reaction as the words slipped out of my mouth. She didn't seem bothered so I continued. "One minute you're nice, just a normal woman, the next minute you're a little crazy, then you're a murderer, and then you're just...mean, very mean," I finished. I could have listed off a million more things, but I didn't want to provoke her in any way.

Santana turned on her side to face me. She smiled at me. "I'm not the only one with many personalities," she said. Oh god, was she going to go on about that teddy bear of hers or something?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Well-" she paused for a moment, propping herself up on her elbows. "You also seem to have the same problem as me. One minute you like me, the next minute you hate me, then all of a sudden you're afraid of me, like all of this is new to you. You can't exactly figure me out, but...I can't figure you out either."

I gulped nervously, I guess she had a point. "Maybe we should just go to sleep," I suggested. I wanted the conversation to end before Santana said something else to make me doubt myself.

"Very well," she yawned. "I've changed my mind, you can sleep on the floor now."

"The floor?"

"Yes, me and Teddy want the bed to ourselves again, I know you wont mind sleeping on the floor, it's comfier than the basement so you should still have a good nights sleep," she smiled. Was she really going to do that to me? Hours ago she had cut my stomach open and even after all of that, she still had the nerve to kick me out of her bed.

"This is what I'm talking about, your other personalities are coming out," I snapped, slowly climbing out of bed and getting down on the floor.

"Amazingly enough, so are yours," she said, smiling. "Goodnight, my little pet."

Yes, Santana's 32nd birthday was one I would never forget.