Jane's POV

I was trying not to make eye contact with him. He pushed my head back harder.

"Look at me like your wife did." He unlocked my cuffs and made me stand on my own. Kicking my broken leg I collapsed onto the damp floor. I was lying in a pool of my own blood, rolling onto my back trying to avoid the blood. He stepped on my chest and pushed down as hard as he could. I was slowly being suffocated; my broken ribs were beyond causing me pain. There were gray dots shooting in front of my eyes. Pulling his foot up from my chest he swiftly kicked me in the head. My head jerked significantly to the left side. He walked out of the room, by the time he came back I passed out again.

When I woke up I was sitting back in the chair. I was wearing a blindfold now. His fist jabbed in my stomach.

"It is a lot harder to be prepared for the blow if you do not know where it is." I heard a clinking sound and then it hit me full force in the side of the face. Guessing it was an aluminum baseball bat by the sound. He hit me again this time coming straight down on my shoulder. It made an awful cracking sound. I tried to hide my pain as much as I could. His footsteps got softer and then the door slammed. It was so cold in the room, so lonely. A few minutes later the door flew against the wall causing me to jump slightly. He pulled the chair out from under my body causing me to hit the ground with a thud.

"Get up!" I tried to stand up but I could not get my body to cooperate with the seemingly simple task. The sound of something screeching on the floor startled me. I heard a soft grunt and the blow shortly followed. The chair broke apart when it hit me. Pieces of wood landed near me. I rolled onto my back and felt the piece of wood under my body. Wrapping my fingers around it I could hear him breathing above me. Now was my chance I used all the strength I possibly had kicked Red John's legs out from underneath of him. He landed directly beside me, without hesitation I shoved the splintered wood into his leg.

"Fuck!" I felt the cool metal under my fingers. He must have dropped the key when I knocked him over, quickly unlocking the cuffs and pulling of the blindfold off so I could see what was happening. He laid there gripping his leg moaning loudly. The piece of wood went into his leg in an upward motion. It was at least eight inches up into his leg. I handcuffed him to the table next to the door and searched the home for a phone.