Disclaimer: See last chapter.

"Maybe I've gone crazy, but who could blame me?"

Rachel slowly opened her eyes as her whole body shook through the strain of just trying to get up. She looked around, noticing that everything in her cell has gone – the television, the chair, the desk and her diary. She winced as she sat up, curling up into a ball as tight as she could possibly manage in the corner of the now empty room. She noticed all those clothes he had once bought for her were now gone, and he had changed her into a long, white nightgown.

She sighed, she didn't care that the stuff was gone, she didn't care he would no longer treat her as though he loved her but she did care that after three months of being there, hope no longer existed.

She rocked herself back and forth, her arms wrapping tighter around herself as she ignored every single ache and pain running through her fragile body. She bit down on her lower lip, shaking her head as warm tears ran down her pale face. She couldn't think of a way out of this, she was stuck. She looked up at the stairs and then at the door, smiling a little to herself as a plan formed. The thought of getting away from him and into the loving arms of Finn, letting him hold her all night and letting him tell her that she would be okay. She could imagine his kisses on her lips, whispering that he loved her. She could almost feel him brushing her hair from her eyes, and smiling down at her as he whispered, I have never given up on you.

She slowly stood up, standing at the bottom of the stairs as she prepared for his inevitable appearance down them. She knew she would have to run, faster than she ever had before. She knew it was today or never. If it didn't happen now, hope was forever gone. She sighed, tapping her foot nervously as more and more tears fell. A small smile on her face as the door opened and she grabbed the nearest thing to her – a mug.

She tried to smile at him, act like everything was normal, and she winced when he smirked at her. She watched him walk down the steps, wondering why he didn't think of bringing a weapon with him. She took a small step back when he reached the bottom step, carefully watching him place the tray down. She took her shot then while he was weak, smashing the mug down on his head – knowing it would only daze him.

And then she ran. She ran faster than she ever had before, she silently thanked her dads for giving into her younger self when she begged for so many dance lessons. But it didn't matter anyway, because when you're running for your life, it's different. She ran and she ran and she ran, grabbing the door handle, screaming in frustration and distress when she discovered it was locked.

And then, not for the first time, Rachel Berry lost it. She screamed as loud as she could, banging on the door, screaming for help, screaming for someone to save her, screaming for Finn. And then there was a shout, and she felt something make contact with the back of her head. And then the world went black, she stopped screaming and succumbed to the darkness and she wished it would stay that away.

Rachel Berry had given up.

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Rachel Berry sat in the corner of her cell, wrapping her arms around herself as she rocked back and forth. Her eyes stared ahead of her, biting down on her lip to stop the tears. She considered the thought that she was going mad, constantly finding herself thinking about this. She sighed, who would ever blame her for losing her mind in this hell?

She dug her nails into her arms, banging her head on the back of the wall. She no longer cared about pain, she didn't care about anything other than the fact she was still here while the person she loved was still out there and worst of all, the man she hated was just upstairs.

It was five whole months, five months since he had stolen her from everyone she loved and everything she knew. She knew she had to do something, plans running through her mind and as scared as she was, she knew she no longer had anything to lose.

She looked up at him as he walked slowly down the steps, standing up so she could look at him. She forced a smile on her pale face, trying her best to make him trust her like he once did, "Hey." He blushed when she put her hands on his chest, playing with his tie,

"I think I love you.." She whispered, leaning closer to his face, trying not to fight the feeling of being sick as she let her lips land on his. It took everything in her no not cry when his tongue entered her mouth, his hands slipping up her top as he leaned in closer than he ever had before, causing her to stumble back a little.

She felt her body tense up when he went to slip her top off, and she knew he had felt it too. "Did you really think this would make me let you go?" His voice raised and he stared at the girl in front of him who just shook her head.

"You stupid bitch, who the fuck do you think you are? You think you can just play with my feelings like this?" She screamed when he punched her hard in the face, knocking her down onto the concrete floor, she whimpered when she heard a crack as her arm hit the floor.

"Did you actually think you could get away with this?" She shook her head, not knowing what to do as he towered over her, kicking her hard in the ribs, "Well, did you?"

"N-n..n.." She stuttered, gasping for air as she heard one crack after another, "S-s-sorry..." She cried out, closing her eyes tight. She hated herself for even trying to do that with him, wishing he would just kill her now to get it over with. She was already dead now, anyway.

"I'm going to show you, I'll have you." She looked up at him and she realized she still had one thing left to lose, something he still hadn't taken from her. She wished she could turn back time and never went through with this plan – she wondered if he was going to murder her today, if this would be her last memory on earth.

He yanked her hair up, dragging her to the mattress. She shook her head, whimpering in shock and pain as he pulled down his pants, the realization that this was actually going to happen taking over. The plan had backfired, she couldn't escape.

After five whole months of dreading this moment, it had come and there was nothing she could do about it because this was her fault. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, trying to focus on good memories, sobbing when she felt his rough hands on her. She was convinced this would be her last moment on earth and no doubt in her mind that this would be the last ever memory she could hold. It was a horrible way to go. She didn't want to die.

Please don't let me die, please don't hurt me. Please don't let me die, please don't hurt me. Please don't let me die, please don't hurt me. Please don't let me die, please don't hurt me.