Hi! Thanks again to Stardust03, Salena99 and Alley oop for reviewing chapter 2. Just to let you know in advance this chapteris the worst. The is where I introduce an OC called Kalek and start my subplot. Anyway please review and give me any help you can for my next and final chapter.

Reviews (fictional)

Rapewriter45 says: A very thoughtful and profound work with hidden messages and morals like don't go to prison and don't rape people.

Idigrape says: This story is inspiring! I want to publish it in my book of short stories about rape. P.S. I don't think you should put in any subplot. You'll just distract people from the main rape scenes.

Rapemyride01 says: Now this is whatJak games are all about! Your stories keep me up till 5am with the suspense and mystery please write loads more!

BeautifulDawn55 says: Your. Story. Is. Fked. Up. Inearly spat on my computer with disgust at reading it. Write any more like this and I'll have to kill you.

He woke up shivering. The night was tranquil and dark but he could see clearly. He was trying to forget today but vivid nightmares reminded him. He could remember all now and the aching pain seized him again. He knew he could never tell anyone, he had imagined telling Daxter and Keira, years from now. (He would never tell Samos) He imagined their jaws dropping, surprise sweeping into shock, their loud disbelief and finally painful sympathy, acknowledging they would never understand.

There were no tests the next day or the days after that and for 72 hours there was nothing but bland, soupy food, apprehension and solitary thoughts. He was completely at the mercy of the guards and he knew that there was every chance a certain one might return. He would struggle as hard as he could the next time unless they pressed a butcher knife to his throat.

The Krimzon guard strolled down, past silent cells of convicts and rebels half his age. His head was crammed with predictions regarding the new prisoner. One of the guards he was friendly with entered his view, standing awkwardly beside the cell. The guard's face broke into a relieved smile upon seeing Kalek. "Kalek, you next on guard?"

"No, just here to see the newbie."

"He's freakishly young isn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe he's crazy. Looks a bit demented to me. Look at the scary eyes."

Kalek peered in at the figure in the corner. The prisoner had greasy yellow hair tinged with green and was gangly in build. His eyes were focused on a blank wall, they stood out from his face, grim and depressed.

His friend poked him urgently. Kalek spun to see a captain standing a few metres away, mouth set in a sour scowl. He pointed to Kalek . "Stand guard outside the cell, warn me if anyone's coming over." His eyes turned to the other guard. "Go find something else to do." Kalek's friend swiftly exited. "Open the door," the guard commanded to Kalek. The prisoner's face instantly shot up looking angry and fearful. The captain calmly walked over to the prisoner,who was tensed and pale and crushing his fingernails against his hands. The captain grabbed him.

The convict struggled ferociously and whacked the captain across the face with his elbow. He was beaten.The prisonerstill struggled like he wanted to tear out the captain's throat. He was kicked in the stomach till he groaned and doubled up, tears of agony trickling down his face. He lay limp and hopeless finally. The captain smiled with satisfaction, bent down and began to take off the prisoner's clothes. Kalek eyes widened at this so much they practically popped out of his skull. He twisted his head away, he couldn't watch this any longer. His feet twitched, eager to sprint away. But he couldn't.

He stood rooted to the spot as grunts followed by screams rang in his ears. Screams for help and screams of pain and pleading. Kalek wished his curiosity had never taken him here. The noises cried in his ears and he dug his nails into his hands at his cowardice and complete inability to help. He bit down on his tongue wishing for comfortable silence. The captain left finally. Kalek glanced back at the prisoner. He stared back at Kalek, breathing raggedly and eyes filled with deep hatred. He shifted back to a corner and sat shaking uncontrollably. Kalek ran.

Jak closed his eyes imagining a beautiful image in which the captain's bloodcurdling screams echoed while Jak tortured him by cutting off parts of his anatomy with a blunt knife. It ended with the captain's head being impaled and showers of sparkling scarlet blood sprayed like fireworks. Jak was racked with pain and that awful puking stench of the captain, but his daydream made things temporarily lessen. He crawled over to the sink and started to splash himself with icy water.

And so it ends(thank goodness) review if you can and remember flames accepted!