Pain was surrounding her as she regained consciousness. She could hear a soft but familiar voice pleading with her to wake up. Rachel focused on the reassuring voice and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes focused onto Kurt's face. Immediately Rachel began to cry as she saw the bruises on Kurt's face. "Ohmygod, Kurt I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, this is all my fault…" Kurt quickly put his arms around the blubbering girl. "Rachel, shhh its ok, this isn't your fault. Its ok. Shh…"

"Kurt, I messed up. I told Sir that Blaine was gay and interested in you. And now you are in danger! God Kurt I am so sorry." Rachel was shaking with grief and fear. She buried her head into Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt straightened his arms forcing Rachel to look him in the eyes. "Rachel, look at me. We are both scared and hurt, but I want you to know one thing. This isn't your fault. It's that sick bastard "Sir's fault. For some reason we are all part of his fucked up game. But I promise I won't let them hurt you again. And I know that Blain is trying his hardest to get us out of this hell hole." Kurt said wiping some of the tears off of Rachel's face. "Rachel, I am not sure how long we will be here, or what Sir has up his twisted sleeve but we have to be strong. Can you do that?" Kurt asked the shaken girl. Rachel nodded. "I will try." The Rachel's eyes lost some of their focus. "Kurt it hurts." She said quietly.

"I know." Kurt looked around the room as he held Rachel in his arms. His eyes landed on a tattered couch in the corner. He looked down at Rachel who was again on the edge of unconsciousness. He gently shifted the girl in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Rachel let out a whimper as Kurt laid her down. "Shh, its ok Rachel. You are ok." Kurt said as he stroked the girls hair. He saw Rachel's body go limp as she once again fell unconscious. In that moment Kurt broke down. "Blaine, please get us out of here. I am so scared." He whispered to himself.

Blaine had pressed the redial button on the phone some many times that he had lost count. Desperation had overcome him. He had resorted to screaming for Kurt and Rachel in hopes they would hear him through the walls. His voice was growing hoarse from his yells, as Blaine sank down to the floor once again. Blaine checked his watch. It had been 45 minutes since Sir had left. He only had 15 minutes till Sir let his sick fantasizes loose on his friends. Blaine shuddered at the thought and let out a small whimper, at that moment he heard small click and a bit of static noise come into the room. Blaine's ears perked towards the quite noise. Blaine scanned the room for the noise and found a small speaker situated in one of the top corners of the room. His heart leapt as he stood up and rushed closer to the speaker, he heard the sound of shallow breathing accompanied by what sounded like someone crying. "Kurt?"

Kurt raised his head quickly from his knees causing the room to spin a bit with the sudden movement. "Kurt?" he heard a strong and familiar voice calling out to him. "Shit, I've gone insane!" Kurt said out loud. "Kurt, can you hear me?" There is was that voice that brought Kurt back to reality, that voice that had comforted, reassured, and been there for Kurt in his darkest moments. "Blaine?"

Some people may have thought that Sir was being kind hearted when he turned on the speakers that connected the two rooms. Those people would have been wrong. Sir vastly enjoyed the physical torture of his victims far more than the emotional and mental but he knew that if he laid a hand on the Anderson boy his plan would fall to shit. The speakers would allow him to break the boy without touching him. Sir's blood pressure rose as this thought sent excitement rushing through his system. Sir looked at his watch, he let a sly smile cross his lips. Five minuets. Five minuets till the fun began.