Yes. Kimberly Perry.

"So we all agree we're going after the Perry slut, right?" Ronnie asks his men as Junior drives them down the road, on a mission to catch up with the Band Perry's concert tour so they can claim their next breeding victim.

"Yes," Junior, Bill and Mark all chime in, each of them looking forward to this for their own reasons, Mark looking particularly forward to it since he still remembers when he made unwanted sexual advances towards the blonde bombshell and lost his job as their driver when her brothers found out about it.

The two that had already been taken, the pregnant Carrie Underwood and her soon-to-be pregnant (if she wasn't already) friend Kellie Pickler had grown despondent in the back, the feeling of helplessness Carrie had as far as not being able to save her friends from these bastards making her more sullen than anything.

"You might as well take the test Kel," Carrie whispers to her friend, "someday we'll break out of here. Too many people will miss us. But maybe a lot of good can come from this if we both have babies."

"I can't believe this is the same Carrie I'm friends with," Kellie tells her, shaking her head as she does in fact go to the bathroom at the back of the bus with the home pregnancy test.

"I'm not pregnant," she mouths to her friend, relieved as she lays back down on the bed, both of them trying to get at least a little sleep before the men decide to take more from them.

"Yet," Ronnie hisses, startling the girls as he stumbles into their conversation, Kellie cowering in fear as he climbed on top of her.