"Kurt, oh my god, Kurt are you ok?" Blaine's voice was laced with panic and fear.

"Blaine!" Kurt's heart leapt to his throat, "Blaine, I am ok. A bit bruised and I think a few of my ribs are broken but I am alive." Kurt slid down against the wall to rest his aching head.

"Where is Rachel, Kurt is she ok? I just saw her lying on the floor before they closed the door, please tell me she is ok!" Kurt could hear the tears behind Blaine's voice.

Kurt bit his lip, he knew he couldn't lie to Blaine but couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

"Kurt, please is Rachel ok?" Blaine pleaded through the speaker.

"Blaine, I think she will be alright. But she is pretty beat up. She is unconscious right now." Kurt said, his heart breaking for Blaine. Blaine held back a sob at this news. He just wanted to break through the wall that separated him from Kurt and Rachel and make everything ok, he wanted to somehow zap him and his friends out of this horrible situation that he knew would get worse before it got better. Frustration, fear, and guilt threatened to take over Blaine's small frame. But Blaine knew he had to stay strong, he was the only one who had the power to get out of this hell hole. "Blaine are you still there?" Kurt brought Blaine out of his head.

"Yes, I am here. Kurt listen to me I need you to look around the room and tell me if there is anything you can use to protect yourself and Rachel."

"Blaine, I don't understand." Kurt replied.

"Just look around the room, what do you see?" Blaine asked.

"Well, there is a small bed, but I laid Rachel on it, and there is a chair." Kurt said.

"Ok, Kurt if you have to are you able to use the chair as a weapon?"

"WHAT! Why are you asking me that? I don't understand." Kurt's voice rose an octave as fear took hold.

"Kurt, I know you are afraid but please go and see if you can lift the chair up. It may help you if Sir decides to come back."

Kurt nodded, despite not being able to see Blaine and walked towards the chair. It was a simple wooden chair, no fancy detailing. Kurt walked towards it and shrieked in horror.

"KURT! What is it what's wrong?"

"The chair is bolted to the floor, why is the chair bolted to the floor? Blaine what the hell is going on here?" Blaine could hear that Kurt was losing his grip on things. He heart sank, he knew why the chair was bolted to the floor, his mind flashed back to when he was in that same room. Tied to that same chair. Sir's manacle laugh echoed in his ears. Blaine heart began to beat rapidly within his chest. Sweat quickly formed on his skin as his mind flashed back to the moment that stared in his most horrifying of nightmares.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Blaine's voice was hoarse from the amount of screaming he had done over the past three days.

"Blaine, you will ruin your pretty little singing voice if you keep yelling like that." Sir said as he tightened the restraints that bound Blaine to the chair. Blaine let out a small yelp as the bonds cut into his skin. Sir laughed as he bent down and searched through a small duffle bag.

"So many toys to play with. Oh the fun we will have." Sir turned quickly and faced Blaine.

"BLAINE! Please talk to me!" Kurt's pleading snapped Blaine out of his flashback.

"Kurt, what ever you do please don't let Sir bind you to the chair! Do what ever you can to protect you and Rachel. I will try to do my best to stall him! Please…" but before Blaine could finish his sentence he heard the door to the adjacent room unlock and swing open.

"Hello, Kurt. And Blaine I am glad you can join us even if it is only by speaker." Sir said as he entered the room.

"Leave them the hell alone." Blaine said with a growl.

"I wish I could Blaine, but I assume you remember the arrangement." Sir said smiling at Kurt.

"What arrangement? Blaine what is going on?" Kurt said as he stood near the bed trying to shield Rachel from whatever horror was coming.

"Blaine, be a good boy and tell your friend what is going to happen."

Blaine grabbed roughly at his hair as his body shook from anger and frustration. He knew exactly what was going to happen to Kurt and Rachel. He knew it was his fault and he knew that at this moment there was nothing he could do about it.

"Blaine, what is going on?" Kurt's voice was softer, it had lost that intimidating edge it had when he addressed Sir.

"Kurt I am sorry, Sir told me that I had one hour to get a hold of my father to get him to transfer the money he is asking for. I haven't gotten a hold of my dad yet and because of that he is going to hurt you. He can't do any physical damage to me so he is using you and Rachel as backups." Blaine was in tears, sobbing loudly as he finished his explanation. "Kurt I am so sorry." Blaine blubbered.

Kurt's heart broke, as he imagined Blaine curled up against the wall in the next room. "Blaine, listen to me. It's not your fault. It will be ok. We will get out of here. All three of us. Blaine I promise I am not blaming you." Kurt heard Blaine give a soft whimper of reply then he turned to Sir and his voice hardened once again…."Do your worst you sick fuck."