As soon as Thad had driven off with Kurt, Blaine had wiped away his tears and driven to the police station with Wes and Lucy. The woman was quiet all the way to the station while Blaine and Wes were sat in the front of the car, discussing everything thoroughly. Lucy just had her first contraction two hours ago, but she hadn't said anything, Wes was busy with more important things right now. When they arrived at the station, they requested to see an officer immediately. They were denied and told to sit and wait. Blaine was getting more nervous with every second that went by. Thad might be torturing his soul mate right this second and Blaine was here, nowhere near Kurt.

After two hours, Blaine had had enough. "You listen to me right now!" he told an officer that passed by. "There is a Dom who has my true sub. He stole him from me! And he also abused an under aged sub for six months! Please, Sir!"

The Officer raised an eyebrow. “Do you have proof?"
Wes nodded. "Photos of what was done to the under aged sub and texts about taking the true one."
"Then right this way,” the Officer said and flicked a disgusted look at Lucy. "It'll have to wait out here."

But Lucy didn't move. She just stood there, feeling her legs shaking beneath her. "M-My water just b-broke."

Wes' eyes snapped to hers instantly. "What!?" His voice was clear and authoritative. "You're sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! Help," she whimpered, reaching for Wes.

He was at her side in an instant, lying her down across three waiting room chairs and moving to check things over.
"Wait a minute!" the officer next to Blaine argued. "You can't do that here! Ship it down to the sub hospital and pick it up in two days like everyone else!"

Wes threw him a dirty look and picked her up in his arms. He hurried out to the car without another word. Blaine was left, feeling more alone than ever.

The officer turned to Blaine. "You ready, Sir?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course."

He led Blaine into a room and sat down, stretching. "Well, get talking then. I really don't have the time to waste on this."

Blaine started explaining the situation carefully and only leaving out the fact that Kurt wasn't only his true sub, but also his boyfriend. "Please, you have to help me," he begged when he was done.

"Look son, here's the problem. The Harwood's are a pretty influential family in these parts. His father might not be around, but you can bet your ass he'll be back if I arrest his son. Why don't you just let him have your sub? True Sub or not, you can be happy enough with another and it's a lot easier." The officer took a swig of his coffee.

"Thank you for your time," Blaine said coldly and stood up. He didn’t have time for this, he would fix it himself. He drove to Thad's house quickly and knocked on the door.

Thad didn't answer the door until ten minutes later. He was wearing sweats with blood splattered up his bare chest. He leaned against the doorway and smirked at Blaine.
"You're early."

Blaine forced back his tears when he saw the blood. Kurt's blood. "I need him," Blaine said, determined. "He's mine and I need him."

Thad laughed. "You're so fucking weak, just like I told your sub. It didn't like that, answered me back and everything. You should have probably warned it about that." Thad stepped aside. "It's in the basement. Can't guarantee it's alive though. I'll be in my study." And with that, he was gone.

Blaine ran past him, tears flowing down his cheeks the second Thad couldn't see him any longer. He found the key to the basement on a shelf right next to the door and opened it with shaking hands. He stepped inside the cold room and was met by an awful smell. The corner of the room was wet with urine and blood. A whip was lying next to the blood. A whip. Blaine sank down on his knees and sobbed. "Kurt! Kurt, please! Where are you!?"

"Blaine?" a soft voice asked from the corner of the room. "Are you Blaine?"

"Yes?" Blaine asked. This must be Thad's new slave, he figured. "W-Where's Kurt?"

Robin pointed to the back door. "He escaped, Sir. He was in bad shape though, I told him not to. It's really cold out there and he couldn't even walk. He said you'd save me, Sir..."

With shaking fingers, Blaine found the key and opened the lock to the cage. "H-Help me find him, p-please?"

Robin stood up, stretching. He was a switch and he wasn't just going to sit back and take orders. "Alright, I want to help the kid. But will you give me money? To get out of here and away from Mast... Thad? I'll pay you back once I have a job."

"Of course," Blaine nodded. "You can stay with us, too if you want for a while. Just- let's find him." Blaine crawled out of the door and into the cold.

Robin followed and shivered as soon as they hit the cold air. He was dressed only in a tight collar and blue panties, similar to the pink ones Jeff had been in. He looked around, blinking at the light. It was raining and if there had been a blood trail, it had been all washed away by now.

"He can't have gotten far, can he?" Blaine asked Robin through his tears. "You said he couldn't walk."

"No," Robin shook his head. "Thad had him in the bedroom for two hours before he brought him downstairs. He was on all fours and leashed, I think he had a broken ankle. Then Thad chained him up and tried to claim him. They got through the whole ceremony but then... something happened... Thad was thrown backwards by this force, and then Kurt was yelling at him and Thad, he- he whipped him. Really viciously. I begged him to stop but..." He closed his eyes. "There's no way he could have walked after that."

Blaine couldn't listen to Robin's words. He couldn't take hearing how his love had been beaten and now was somewhere out here, alone and hurt. Possibly dead.
"Come on. Let's search!"

"Well... Which way is it to your house? I bet you anything he headed that way..."

Blaine nodded and ran off in the direction towards his house. Forest. That's what he was faced with. It was raining and Kurt was in this forest somewhere, hurt and alone.
"Kurt!" he called out, even more desperately. "Kurt, please! Kurt!"

Robin was the one to find Kurt half an hour later. He saw him through the clearing, lying sprawled out, face down in the mud, his skin deathly pale and slightly grey through the thick layer of blood and dirt. His back was a mess of raw, slashed skin and his ass was gaping and torn. His left ankle was bent in an unnatural angle and from where he was standing, Robin couldn't see Kurt breathing. He could, however, see a large homeless Dom making his was curiously and lecherously over to the unconscious boy.
"Blaine!" Robin screamed. "The clearing! Quickly!"

Blaine's heart almost stopped when he heard Robin calling for him. He ran faster than he'd ever run before and suddenly, he saw Kurt. He didn't look alive. He ran up and punched the other Dom in the face. "Don’t you dare touch him!" he growled. He sank down on his knees next to Kurt and turned him around shakily. His back was definitely worse than his front, but he looked so pale. His face looked peaceful and his mouth was open and filled with mud. "Please, Kurt," Blaine sobbed. "Please, please don't be gone." He lifted the boy up onto his lap, not caring that his clothes got bloody. "You can't go, Kurt. Please!" Blaine screamed out into the forest, shaking Kurt's lifeless body. Blaine had been too late. Nothing could save him now.