"No I haven't heard from him" I sigh as I pace back and forth in my apartment.

It has been two weeks today since Kurt has come up missing, the police have stopped searching they think he just left.

"No... I know its dad's birthday but I can't leave"

I say to my mother who has been practically begging me to come home for my dad's birthday for what seems like hours how. I can't leave what if Kurt comes home?

I hear a beep and look at the color id a number I don't know is flashing across the screen letting me know I have another call coming in.

"Mom hold on" I say switching lines and all of a sudden I hear heavy breathing.

"hello?" I ask slowly

"B-blaine?" the voice on the other end is cracking and high and I know immediately its Kurt.

"Kurt, oh my god here are you? Are you okay? Are you safe?" I ask in one quick rush tears forming in my eyes as I hear him struggle to form sentences between gasps for air.

"Please Blaine, Help me!" He pleads and my heart breaks.

"K-Kurt where are you?" I ask trying to stay calm as grab my keys and kick on my shoes ready to leave.

He mumbles quietly into the phone and I can partially make out an address but it gives me a good idea of what he's trying to say.

He stops short and I hear the phone hit something hard, maybe the ground?

"P-Please im sorry" I hear him scream and the line goes dead.

I drop the phone as I head for the police station.

"What the fuck do you fucking think you are doing?" Jackson yells as I cower on the ground.

He is leaning down over me and I feel him yanking my hair harshly forcing me to look at him.

"I'm sorry" I force out as my head comes in contact with the floor harshly

I become dizzy as I loose focus on everything from what is happening to what year it is.

Soon everything goes blank.

I wake up and I can't move my arms and legs I open my eyes to be met with darkness.

I can now feel that my hands are restrained above my head and my legs are tied wide apart, and something is over my eyes.

I move and whimper my head charging with intense pain.

"Oh I see someone is awake, goodie" Jackson says and I know that voice. He is pissed and that never ends well for me.

I feel his hand run over my body and that's when I realize not only that I'm naked but the fact that its fucking freezing in here.

"How dare you disobey me like that" He says and he slaps my stomach hard making me gasp.

"I-I'm sorry" I say tears soaking the blindfold.

"now what did you tell that little whore you was talking to?" he asks and anger rips though me.

"Don't talk about him like that, you don't know him" I yell pulling at the ropes as I feel them cutting into my skin harshly.

"I can call him whatever the fuck I want" He yells his face right in mine; I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"y-yes sir, sorry sir" I say realizing that the reason I'm in this situation is because I disobeyed him and stole the phone to call Blaine, If I hadn't things wouldn't be like this right now.

"Now I think you need to be punished for this don't you?" He asks and I gulp my body tensing knowing what's to come.

"Y-yes sir" I nod as I start to cry hard falling limp against the hard bed I'm lying on.

Before I know what's happening he's on top of me and I feel him pushing inside of me.

But its not like it was when I use to live here, when he used me every day, I haven't had sex in months.

"Please" I scream and I think he takes it the wrong way... or he just doesn't care because he pushes inside of me completely and I feel myself ripping around him and pain shoots though my already sore body.

"You are mine, you don't disobey me" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes sir" I say biting my lip harshly

He continues whispering things into my ear in between his loud moans.

"You deserve this" he says with one harsh thrust.

"You belong to me" He says with another.

Soon I give up trying to stay awake and let the extreme pain take over sending me once again back into darkness.

I arrive about an hour later to the house that Kurt had been trying to explain the location of.

I would have been here twenty minutes ago if the damn police hadn't had to do research first.

"we have to make sure were not going to be showing up at a 80 year old widows house"

The detective said as he searched on the computer.

"Andrew Ray Jackson" he said after a few seconds

"Jackson! That what Kurt said that dudes name was" I say but I'm pretty sure the cop already figured that out because before I could finish my sentence he was up and radioing the address to what seemed like every cop in the state.

"come on son, you can ride with me" he said as we basically ran out to the police car.

I set in the police car watching them approach the house as I've been ordered to stay here until they make sure it's safe and that Kurt is even here. 

"Police, open up" They say with a loud knock every cop surrounding the house has their hand on their gun.

Finally they push the oddly unlocked door open and walk in quickly scattering in different directions throughout the house as they yell different things to whoever may be inside.

I wait, my head almost stuck out the window looking for any sign that Kurt may be there.

I hear yelling and then a high pitched scream, It's Kurt!

Before my brain can process what's happening I'm out of the car and running through the open door of the house. I freeze looking in every direction not sure where to go. I look around, the house is a mess dirt and beer bottles everywhere my heart sinks.

I turn running though a doorway to my left and I know I made the right choice when I see a bunch of police officers standing at a door which looks to lead to a basement.

Oh god that sick-o kept Kurt in the basement?

I run towards the officers trying to see down the stairs.

"Blaine, you can't be here. Go  back to the car" one of the officers orders.

"No, get the fuck out of the way" I yell as I slip by him quickly running down the stairs.