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And thus my darker chapters begin. –laughs maniacally-

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I wish.

Chapter 3

After cautiously walking up the stairs, the two slowly entered Rachel's room. Finn could not believe his eyes; he could feel Rachel tense up right beside him. She stood there in a state of disbelief, mouth gaping at the condition her room was in.

Glass. Under her window. Cracked. Broken. Everywhere.

"Finn, h-how? What happened?" she sputtered, lost for words (which was a first). She began to switch into panic mode (never a good thing).

"I'm sure everything's fine," Finn said, trying to calm her down though he was a bit hesitant himself, "Maybe a bird crashed in here or something."

"A bird, Finn? Really?" Rachel looked at him incredulously.

"A really big bird? Well you know like in those commercials with the squeaky clean windows and-" Finn stopped talking as soon as he saw Rachel's exasperated face.

"C'mon, let's get serious here." Rachel began investigating her entire room, pretending to be a detective. She wandered into her bathroom, saw nothing, and proceeded to walk past Finn who was standing in the same spot, somewhat dumb founded.

"Okay fine," he said at last, "This could have been just a freak accident. Couldn't it?"

Finn didn't hear a response so he repeated his question. "Couldn't it?"

Suddenly, Rachel screamed. One that Finn would never forget. It was a blood curdling shriek, a scream filled with horror and surprise. He spun around just in time to see Rachel, trembling with fear, with a gun held at her temple. Finn's eyes slowly went from Rachel to the gun to the man-no boy-holding the gun.

It was Jacob. Decked out in black (seriously, how much more cliché could he get?). His hair was a disheveled mess, protruding from under the sides of the tiny black cap he had on his head. A black tool belt hung around his waist, perfect for storing away a gun. His thick bulky jacket hid most of the belt's possessions from view.

"Jacob? What the hell?" Finn shouted, "Let her go." His voice wavered slightly but Finn kept his ground.

Jacob had one arm around Rachel's body and arms, leaving her immobile in his tight grasp. A thin evil smile spread across his face, as if saying that he had finally won. Jacob raised an eyebrow, taunting Finn, challenging him. Finn could even see the malicious glint in Jacob's dark, beady eyes.

Rachel's eyes, however, were wide open, petrified, staring desperately at Finn. They seemed to scream "help" but Finn felt so powerless. What could he do? He took a step closer to Rachel.

Jacob spoke for the first time in a threatening tone, his awkwardness that Finn had remembered so clearly disappearing before his very eyes. "Don't," he said gruffly, "Not if you want her alive." He pressed the tip of his pistol harder against Rachel's head. Rachel grunted in pain. Finn reached out instinctively to try to help her. Stupid mistake.

Jacob dragged Rachel out of her room, eyes still locked on Finn.

"Don't even try to come closer. If you do, there will be consequences. I'll make sure of it."

Jacob hustled Rachel, who was nearly in tears, into the guest bedroom right next door, kicking the door closed with the heel of his foot. He spotted a wooden chair in the corner and shoved Rachel into it.

"Sit," he barked demandingly, treating her like an animal. Rachel obeyed, too alarmed to even think straight.

Jacob reached into the pocket inside of his jacket and pulled out a new roll of duct tape. He began to unwind the roll of tape, passing it effortlessly around Rachel's stomach to his other hand stretched behind the chair despite holding a gun. Around and around the tape went; the execution was flawless. It was like he had practiced his plan of attack beforehand.

Rachel's brain now began to kick in; she started to fight back, kicking and scratching whatever she could reach. However, Jacob and the restraint of the tape were too much. She could not muster enough energy to escape. She was forced to accept the reality of her situation, however brutal and dim it was. Jacob continued to tie her down; it was then when Rachel got a whiff of Jacob's breath.

"Have you been drinking, Jacob?" she asked shakily.

Jacob didn't respond. He didn't have to. Rachel knew the answer.

He began to bind her hands, which were behind the back of the chair, with the tape. Then quickly moving to her feet, he wrapped the duct tape around her ankles, tying them so tightly together that Rachel gave a little howl of discomfort. She kicked him intuitively right in the nose. Jacob cried out in pain and immediately slapped Rachel across the face. Her cheek stung from the force of his blow but she refused to show it on her face and give him the satisfaction of her being vulnerable or weak. Jacob gingerly touched his nose, made sure it wasn't broken, and brushed off her little outburst as if nothing had happened.

He was now working his way up to her thighs; the roll of tape was nearly gone at this point. He was taking every precaution to ensure that Rachel Berry would not be able to escape.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Finn was too worried to even begin pacing. He sat on the ground on his knees and held his head. How could this have happened? he wondered, The day started off so carefree, so pure, so innocent. How could it have turned to this?

Finn had left his phone downstairs before the flour fight. He was mentally beating himself up about that. He wanted back up: friends, police, complete strangers, it didn't matter. He wanted his mother to soothe him, to tell him that everything was going to be alright. He wanted Rachel. He wanted her to be okay, to be unharmed. But he was alone. Utterly alone.

Despite his fears, Finn knew he had to do something. He had to act back. If not for his own life, then for Rachel's. She didn't deserve any of this and he was going to make sure she would be safe.

Jacob had now successfully bound Rachel to the chair. Oh God. What is he going to do now? Rachel wondered.

Jacob dropped his gun right by her chair and removed his jacket. Slowly he straddled Rachel's bound legs and inched nearer to her so that his chest touched hers; she could hear his pulse beating fast, could smell his clearly beer-perfumed breath. Rachel tried to pull away in disgust but she could barely move. If the tape wasn't enough to hold her down, she now had Jacob's added weight helping tie her down.

Jacob moved even closer, brushing his lips against hers so that he could taste her cherry lip gloss. Taking in a deep breath, he relished this moment. Jacob moved his hands down Rachel's body, touching her, caressing her.

Rachel felt tears, burning in her eyes. She tried to hold them back but she failed. Hot tears fell down her cheeks, ruining her mascara and makeup. But she didn't care. She didn't want any of this. It's just a bad dream, she tried to convince herself. It didn't work. Rachel was stuck in her worst nightmare.

Jacob, either too busy to notice her distress or purposely ignoring her (she didn't know), continued on. He kissed her again and again, never ceasing to stop. Unlike Rachel, Jacob felt like he was on the top of the world. In his mind, he was doing nothing wrong. He finally had Rachel all to himself and it felt wonderful. Pausing for a second, he composed himself and leaned towards the side of her face.

Jacob whispered seductively in her ear, "C'mon Rachel. Don't you want me?"

"No," she spat back.

Jacob seemed bewildered at first, but then assumed that Rachel was simply playing hard to get and continued to wrap his arms around her body. He touched her face, cupping it in both of his hands, and raised her chin so that her lips met his own.

Rachel tried to fight back once more; she squirmed and wiggled, dodging Jacob's lips whenever she could, but she was starting to lose hope. Where was Finn? Was he too worried to come and help? Was he going to rush in and be her prince charming? It didn't matter. Rachel just wanted this to stop. But she couldn't do anything about it. She could only feel Jacob's hands moving around her. It was getting worse now. He positioned his hands on both side of her waist and slowly dragged them upwards, lingering on Rachel's chest. Jacob began to grow more excited. In one swift movement, he reached one hand under her shirt and Rachel started to sob both in fear and sorrow. Totally enveloped in his fantasy world, Jacob ignored Rachel's cries.

Finn was done thinking and feeling sorry for himself.

He decided that this was it.

It was time to do something.

He was going to save Rachel at whatever cost.

Even if it meant risking his own life.

*Wow* Look another cliché ending! I apologize yet again.

On another note, did anyone watch Matt and Lea at the Tony's last night? They were amazing! I watched only because of them (which sucked for me cause they came on towards the end). Matt had his crazy dance moves (I fawned over him near the end of his number) and Lea's performance was gorgeous. I love the part when she sat on Jon Groff's lap –dies of cuteness- (Best part of the night for me). And Idina and Kristin were there which was great cause I'm going through a Wicked phase right now :p

Did you see the beginning with Douglas Hodge and Matthew Morrison? When Matt gave him a little tip, I was laughing my head off (and so was Lea!). It was great.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to my reviewers. I check like a maniac (and get all excited...yes, I'm a dork. That's already been established) when it comes to reviews so I really appreciate them. :) So review pwease? -puppy dog eyes-