Thank you drumboy100 for that kind review. It made my day. Thank you to t4wsp( i hope i got it write) for being my tenth reviewer you guys made my day more than you know. Thank you to penlew for pointing out my criticism. I want to apologise to everyone who got confused at the lack of paragraph structure and/or the transition of time. I'll try to be more careful. But I can't promise. I apologize in advance if I let you guys down.

warnings: torture,stress positions.

After Jay had left, Eric lowered him down and then forced Joe to wait fearfully for his father to return. Joe was appalled at the way Jay treats his children and was glad that his father never resorted it violence no matter how badly his children screwed up. Despite his horrible situation, Joe's heart burst at the seams for Jay's children. He wondered how anyone could hurt their own kids like that. Jay arrived after ten minutes have gone by, he ordered. "Joe, I want you to scrub these floors until they are clean." Wordlessly, he took the bucket and cloth from him.

"What happened to Annabel?" Joe demanded. " How can a father hurt their own children? My father never hurt us no matter how badly my brother and I screwed up."

"Shut up. She's not your concern" Jay snapped. "I'll treat my children anyway that want."

"How old are your children?" Joe asked.

Jay actually answered him. "Eric is 18, middle child is 17 and Annabelle's fifteen."

Joe stared at him. He didn't say anything more after that. He couldn't put Annabel in more danger, not after what she risked to save him. He admired her tenacity and knew that his speech softened her attitude towards him. He meant every word of it.

Joe was handed the bucket of water and a cloth. He scrubbed the floors again and again until his hands were raw. "I think you missed a spot. Jay taunted as he purposely dumped a bucket of paint on the newly- scrubbed floors.

Joe made a low growl of frustration. He wiped the floors and his back was hurting. In the middle of scrubbing,Joe felt a hard whack on his right shoulder blade. He gave a yelp as it was quite sudden and without any warning.

"What's taking so long?" Jay demanded. "I told you half an hour..."

"You never said that." Joe interrupted.

"Didn't I? My bad." Jay replied in a snarky tone. Joe was frustrated. This psycho bitch is getting on my nerves. Joe thought as he scrubbed the paint off the floor. He was on his knees and scrubbing the paint off the floor "I think punishment is in order." Jay told him.

Joe was taken to the cell and pushed inside. Joe winced as he twisted his ankle. Jay blindfolded him and stuffed a cloth inside his mouth. Then he proceeded to unlock the chain connecting the handcuffs and then roughly took his hands behind him and secured his hands to the door that was behind him. He pushed the door opened and then shut it tight. Leaving Joe in a constant, incessant state of unrest as the opening and closing of the door meant having his arms stretched. Unbeknownst to Joe, a recording of a creaking sound was stuck on a loop and playing loudly. Joe writhed in pain as he thought someone was opening the door. The recording lasted until Joe let out a muffled sob as his shoulders burned with a fiery intensity.

He wanted to give up on Frank but he knew that he needed to hold on. After thirty minutes of constant creaking, he couldn't drift off to sleep. The recording came in thirty minute intervals.

HBHBHBHB

It was thirty six hours since Joe's kidnapping and Frank was constantly on edge. He was worried about his brother and his moods were reflected by his snappy remarks and curt responses. "We need to save Joe." Frank snapped at his father.

"Frank, we're doing everything we can to rescue Joe,but the police don't believe us. They think we're making it up. Things haven't been the same since chief Collig retired."

"That's bullshit. Joe's still hurt from..." Frank protested.

"You don't think I know that, Frank." A weary Fenton tried to reassure his son even though he was terrified for Joe's. He prayed that Joe would be able to hold on.

Frank took a second to calm down. Callie came rushing into Fenton's office and she spoke in a panicky tone. " Sofia is the bastard's aunt. I saved the kids. She lied to Joe when Vanessa's died to drop Joe's guard"

Frank and Fenton stared. They immediately called the police who came to take Sofia away from her. Callie handed Frank Joe's daughter. "Don't worry. Joe would never give up. Okay."

She tearfully nodded.

HBHBHBHB

Joe was inside his cell still strung up. Joe's arms were starting to turn numb. His wrists had lost feeling two hours ago.

Joe's stomach growled. He hasn't eaten anything or drunk anything except the water he accidentally inhaled.

The door burst open and Joe jumped out of his skin and his dislocated shoulders burnt with a fiery intensity. The person walked up to Joe and removed his blindfold.

"You need to eat but first beg me for food. Bow your head down. If you beg ,I shall reduce the time you spend strung up like a filthy swine"

He bowed his head and made a muffled cry as his dislocated shoulders twinge in pain. "Please feed me. I promise to obey your commands and endure your torments. So please feed me."

Using his foot, he moved Joe's face away from the ground causing severe strain to his shoulders and said. "I accept your begging. You can eat at 5pm. At Joe's shocked face, he laughed. I told you to beg for food, I never said what time you will be granted to eat."

Joe was forced to kneel just like before. His arms were numb and had lost feeling some time ago. Jay smirked and kicked the door open. Joe let out a strangled cry as his shoulders felt as if they were going to come out if their sockets.

They slammed the door shut startling Joe. Quiet sobs racked his body and Joe's shoulders twinge in pain. His arms were being stretched to the limit.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Like always, please review and comment. I hope I improved with the paragraph spacing and transition of time.