Chapter 7: The Definition of Hell

Thousands of miles away in a tiny village about fifty miles outside of Buenos Aires, Jamie Lovato was being pulled out of a car by her rapist. Jamie was so tired, she didn't have any fight left in her, all she wanted to do was sleep and cleanse herself. Lucas pulled her out of the car with force, nearly pulling her arm out its socket. "Owww… you're hurting me" she whimpered

"No I'm not" he sneered

"You are" she whispered. He sneered at her then pulled her inside by her wrist, locking the front door behind them. Without a word he led her into a room, it was his bedroom. "This is where you will be sleeping. With me". She felt sick at the thought of sharing a bed with the man who had raped and molested her while she was unconscious. Then he pulled her out and led her to another, smaller room. It seemed empty but then she saw something that freaked her right out. Chains, heavy chains attached to the brick wall. "If you don't do as you're told this is where'll you'll be" he said. She stayed quiet, too busy tried to force her vomit back down her throat but all she wanted to do was be sick and that's exactly what she did, she was sick all over the floor. "You disgusting little cow. You can clean it up"

He forced her to clean it up. "Do it!" he snapped pushing a mop and bucket into her hands, she blinked at him. She was absolutely exhausted and in no state to argue back with him. Not wanting to get hurt anymore she obeyed and got down on her knees and started scrubbing her sick off the floor while he stood over her watching her. When she was done she wiped her forehead and felt incredibly faint. Angrily he grabbed her arm pulled her over to the wall. Holding her down with his foot he took the chains and put them on her wrists, locking them in place. Then when she was all chained up to the wall he left the room, leaving her in total darkness. Exhaustion swept over her and practically knocked her out, no energy left she just fell collapsed on the concrete and fell asleep.

The next morning she was woken by the chains being yanked off her wrists, one of which was already broken. Broken by him. He took her arm and led her into the kitchen and pushed her into a seat. He pushed a plate of toast towards her. "Eat" he hissed. She didn't dare disobey and she was starving anyway. She slowly ate the toast, savouring every single bite as if it were her last. When she had finished he took the plate away and chucked it in the sink then turned to her and said "Let's get you into something else". Then he pulled her up and led her into his bedroom. He handed her a tatty dress. "Put it on" he said.

"Can you give me some privacy?" she asked weakly

"No" he replied "Now put it on". Gulping she turned around and took her top of and pulled the dress on over her head. Then pulled her trousers down and took them off. He took all her clothes, her jumper, her t-shirt, her trousers and even her trainers and took them out the back of the house and burned them. "Don't want any traces of New York"

As the fire blazed she started to cry, everything she'd ever known was gone, had been taken away from her in the blink of an eye. Her life had been turned upside down overnight and she had been thrown into a living nightmare. All alone in a place she knew no one and a place she did not know, nor had ever been. A place she truly did not want to be in.

She spent the whole day obeying his every command out of fear of getting hurt. She had more than her own life to protect now. A tiny, delicate life growing inside her she had had to protect, that she would protect with her every breath. She was praying they were trying to find her but she knew it wouldn't be easy but she had to hold on. That night he took her into his bedroom and told her to get undressed and get into his bed but the idea made her feel sick to the stomach. "Get undressed and get in"

"No" she shook her head, feeling sick to the stomach "I can't"

"Get undressed and get in or I will rape you" he spat. Knowing he would do it she took off her clothes and got into his bed and let her have sex with him. But it was basically rape, she wasn't a consenting or willing party she was only doing it out of fear. And once it was over and done with she broke down in tears. All she wanted was to go home and fall into Flacks arms and cry, she needed him so much. And she hated her parents, they had brought him to her. He had done this because they'd led him to her, albeit unknowingly but that wasn't the point, they'd still done it. And now she had been attacked, raped, molested and abducted by him and forced to have sex with him. Her life had been turned upside down.

Days slid by in a blur of tears and hidden sickness for Jamie. Missing home and feeling so utterly terrified, she struggled to cope. He ordered her around like she was his slave and he made her do anything he wanted because he knew he could control her. She was too scared of him to disobey him. She did not allow him to rape her, she allowed him to have sex with her, even though she hated every single moment of it and it made her feel sick every time. Even just him touching her made her feel sick to the stomach. Those hands had done irreversible things, sickening things, to her. It made her feel so guilty because she was basically cheating on Flack and she didn't want to do that, she loved him too much. She did it so he wouldn't rape her. Because she was scared of him. She didn't allow him to see her vomit either, she was scared he would hurt her because of it. Then after two weeks he turned very nasty.

She had cooked dinner. She's spent all afternoon on it because he was so critical about it and always complained. Complained by yelling in her face and smashing the plates up against the walls before making her clean it up and shutting her in that room. So she'd spent all afternoon on it to escape that fate again. She plated it carefully making sure it was perfectly well presented and served it to him… But apparently it was cold. She hadn't escaped her fate at all just fallen even further towards it…

He took a bit of the meat on his fork and put it into his mouth. She quickly ate hers, she was starving; this was the first meal he'd allowed her to eat in three days. She watched as he ate it and as his face twisted with anger. And then it happened… "It's cold" he spat.

"Oh… I'll… I'll heat it up" she trembled looking down at her plate, she knew what was coming next. Abuse, plate smashing and her cleaning up the mess while he got drunk.

"Don't bother" he snarled "it looks like shit and I bet it tastes like shit. Cold fucking shit is what you've cooked me!"

"I'm sorry" she stammered.

"No you're not!" he raged. "How long did you spend on this shit? Five minutes?"

"Four hours" she felt tears run down her pale cheeks.

"FOUR HOURS!" He roared, laughing "DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOU DIDN'T SPEND FIVE MINUTES ON IT!" Then he picked up the plate. She knew exactly what he was going to do with that plate. He was going to throw it at the wall and smash it to pieces. But then he put it down again and lurched towards her. He grabbed her dress and violently yanked her out of her chair. He held her by her dress and leaned into her face. "Why do have to ruin everything" he hissed.

"You" she said quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You ruined everything"

"I WHAT?!" He roared

"You ruined my life" she sobbed "You… stalked me for months… sent… sent pictures to me… then you… you tried to rape me… then you shot me… and you got eight years!"

"I served my time!" he spat

"I gotten over… over it and put it… it behind me" she sobbed harder "I found a man… I fell in love… I had plans… for the future. But you ruined it all again… But you ruined it all again… you ruined my life all over again… you came to apartment in the middle of the night… beat me unconscious… then… then rape… raped me… then you took me to hospital… forced me… me to leave with the threat you'd kill my parents and… and Don… and that woman… made me get in a cab by holding a gun to my temple… forced me onto a plane and brought me here"

"I DIDN'T YOU RUIN YOUR LIFE!" he yelled

"Yes… you did. I was happy" she sobbed even harder "Happy… and you took it all away from me!"

"BITCH!" he exploded before throwing her against the wall. He picked the plate up, tipped the food onto the table and threw it at her before she had a chance to move. It hit her forehead and smashed into pieces. She screamed in agony. She saw him grab for something on the table and he lifted it up. It was a large knife. Terrified she ran but he followed her and threw the knife at her. She let out an ear piercing howl and fell to her knees clutching her left arm. She looked at it, the knife was sticking out of her skin. He walked over, emotionless and kneeled down beside her. He lifted his hand to the knife and yanked it out. She let out another ear piercing howl as he did so. He had just thrown a knife at her, it had lodged itself in her arm and he had just pulled it out again. That was agonising. She thought he was going to stab her again but instead he threw the knife at the wall and it lodged itself there.

He stood up again, standing at his full height. He towered menacingly over and she was terrified. He glowered at her before kicking her in the face. She fell backwards her head hitting the hard tiles on the floor. He put his foot on her neck and pinned her down. He started yelling at her, telling her how disgusting her food was, how disgusting she was and how she was just a dirty little hoar. And she cried, she sobbed her heart out. Which he saw as a sign of weakness. "Don't cry you pathetic little cow" he spat only making her cry harder.

"I'm not pathetic" she sobbed "I'm scared of you"

"You little bitch!" he snarled. Then he started to kick her, kick her very hard. "Stop please" sobbed. "You're hurting me. Please stop"

"Stop please" he mimicked "You're hurting me you're hurting me"

Then he started kicking her again while she screamed and cried, tears streaming down her cheeks, in agony. When he stopped, her face was bleeding and her whole body was covered in bruises. Then he made her clean up the mess he had made by throwing the plate full of food at the wall. "Clean it up now" he spat "NOW!"

"Ok" she trembled. She was in absolute agony, he had just brutally beaten her, thrown a plate at her and thrown at knife at her, which had lodged itself in her skin before he had yanked it out again. But she obeyed him, nonetheless, she was terrified that he would kill her after all, and cleaned it all up, every last speck. Then he grabbed her hair and dragged into that tiny room with the chains and chained her up. Once he had gone, slamming the door behind him, she broke down in tears and cried her out. She had to escape but she just didn't know how. She stared around the tiny dark room and sobbed harder, this was her life now and she how no idea how to escape it.

This was the definition of HELL.

And it was only going to get worse.


Sorry this is such a short chapter but i promise there is some good stuff, more dark stuff as i want to continue with that theme. please R&R