Chapter Four

Rules, Retaliation and Consequences

Well guys hey again. Sorry for the delay but I have been writing my book and revising for college and to top it all off I only went and lost my memory stick so I had to write it all again, fun times. Thanks for the reviews and favourites and follows I really appreciate it! So this one's a long one so you may need to make sure you have enough time to read it. WARNING there is some violence in this chapter so be prepared for it. Love you guys hope you enjoy.

"Any questions ladies?" Hoyt asked, in a voice that made Jane's skin crawl. Jane just swallowed hard, staring at him, intently. Every inch of her was filled with hate for this man. Nothing would please her more than to take this scumbag off the face of the Earth. He tortured and killed so many couples, finding much pleasure in doing so, particularly when he did so to the women. He deserved it but he was untouchable to Jane at the moment for a number of reasons, the fact that her hands were tied behind her back, also he had two helpers holding them in place but should she magically manage to escape them and go after Hoyt they would probably kill her, but one of the biggest things stopping her from moving was that they had Maura. The only person in the world who could control Jane Rizzoli, anytime any day that was one of the few things that Jane would admit Hoyt was right about.

Jane just looked down at the book with her handwriting staring back at her. She knew there was no way that writing wasn't hers. How could she have written that and yet not be able to remember a single thing about the incident? This repression thing that Maura had mentioned was becoming more and more conceivable but the fact that her brain had refused to let her remember something scared her. How could she manage to do that? How long did this incident go on for? Hoyt in the 'diary' had mentioned her being there a long time, how long was a long time?

"How long did you take me for?" Jane asked unable to hold her question in any longer, curiosity getting the better of her.

"I'll let you answer that," He said, calmly as Jane sighed in frustration. He took the book from the two women and flipped the little book all the way to the end and slid it back over to them so they could see the title, The Unseen- Day Fourteen.

"Fourteen days?" Jane said.

"Two weeks," Maura whispered at Jane's side.

"That's right, ladies, I would have kept you longer but you got away and I considered that time long enough for now," Hoyt stated.

"Long enough for what?" Jane asked, totally confused.

"Long enough for me to learn how unique you are, Jane." He said.

"That's when you began obsessing with her, isn't it?" Maura asked, knowing the answer.

"Well that's very good, Doctor Isles," Hoyt laughed, he stood and walked round behind the women. He stood behind Jane and moved her hair from her neck. Leaning down so she could feel his breath on her neck, he whispered, "then I saw a picture of you in the paper, you were the detective working my case, which put you in the perfect place, right in the middle of it all."

"You planned to hurt her before she got in that basement didn't you?" Maura asked, comfortable that her questions wouldn't upset him.

"Of course I did," Hoyt answered. Jane sighed to calm her now rising fears, fears which felt all too familiar and could only ever be associated with Hoyt. "Shall we go on?" He leaned forward, turning the page showing that Jane's handwriting continued onto the new page.

The Unseen- Day Two

'Last night, after what seemed like forever, Hoyt came back to see me. Hearing the lock made me jump up from my laying position and hurriedly throw my 'diary' under my pillow, before shuffling into the corner of the bed, near the wall, once again hugging my knees. Hoyt's face came into view and his evil grin made me want to look away.

"Here," he said, placing a plate on the end of my bed, "thought you might be hungry." I just nodded in thanks as he turned to lock the door again. He walked up to where I sat and I felt my whole body go tense. His hands went over the bed to where I was sitting. Panic surged through me but rather than touching me like I expected, his hands went under my pillow and pulled out my 'diary.' "Trying to hide something from me, Jane?" He asked, making me shiver at how he said my name. I shook my head violently. "I think you are." He let the book open and laughed. "The Unseen? Very creative, Jane." He laughed again, standing up with the book still in his hands. He let the book drop on the bed again before he leaned down close to me. My heart stopped for a second, the longest second of my life. The fear just felt too great. My breathing started to get faster and faster until I could hardly breathe. He placed his hand under my jaw, holding me in place, as he leaned down closer and kissed the top of my head, at my hairline. I felt him take a breath in as he inhaled the shampoo I had used this morning. Pulling back, he ran his right hand through my hair, smiling down at me. I just looked up at him. Unsure what he wanted me to do.

He walked away, heading towards the door and unlocked it once more. Turning to me he said, "We'll talk tomorrow, Jane. For now, eat and get some sleep. I may not be able to see you behind this door, but I can still hear you, remember that Jane." With that he left. The rattling sound of the key fixing the lock echoed through my ears, reminding me that he was right. The door wasn't sound proof, anything I did he would sure be able to hear.

As I heard him heading downstairs, I let me head fall and hit my knees which I was still hugging like my life depended on it. My head pounded as the blow surged through my head. Tears began to stream down my face for the first time since I had arrived in this horrible place. But now they started they just wouldn't stop. Through my blurred vision I took the food and placed it on the floor, before wrapping the blanket around me for comfort. Laying my head down, I continued to let the tears fall. I didn't even try to stop them. Other girls would have let them fall long ago.

I pulled my legs underneath me and began to hug them under the covers. Closing my eyes, I began to shake as the tears threatened to consume me. I took my 'diary' in my hand yet again and began to hug it as my knees stayed tucked underneath me, closing my eyes once more.

I don't know when it happened but I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I remember is feeling someone shaking me gently as an attempt to wake me up.

"Jane?" I heard the scratchy voice of Hoyt whisper into my ear. I felt his hand pull my hair out of my eyes and behind my ear. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to see him. I preferred being in this darkness behind closed eyes. I heard the bed groan as he leaned in closer to me. I felt his lips once more on my hairline but this time he just breathed, taking in my scent. "I love that smell," he said, eerily, in a way that made my skin crawl, "the smell of lavender and fear." He was right, I was scared of him. I knew it, he knew it, but I would not give him the satisfaction of being able to touch me without consent so I groaned and pulled away from him before opening my eyes slightly. "Ah, morning, sleepy head," he whispered, playing with my hair. His personality seemed to shift. The creepy side of him vanished and was now replaced with a friendlier yet still creepy face.

Waking up properly, I looked him in the eye but he was a lot closer than I had first anticipated and I jumped, pulling away from him slightly. He smiled at my reaction, moving closer so that he was practically laid on me. "What are these?" He asked, brushing his thumb over my right cheek, over my right, wet cheek. "The strong Jane Rizzoli not feeling so strong?" He asked, in a mocking voice. I gave him a dirty look as I pulled away from his hand. I pushed him away so I was sat in the corner of the bed, hugging my legs again, wiping my cheeks dry of tears.

Suddenly, Hoyt jumped off the bed, my heart began to quicken its pace again worried of what he would do. "Come on, Jane, let's go," he said, reaching for me. I moved out of his reach with confusion etched across my face. He leaned down onto the bed so he could look me in the eye. "You didn't honestly think, I would go through the trouble of kidnapping you, to drag you all the way here just to lock you up in this room the entire time, did you?" I just breathed deeply, maintaining our eye contact, unsure whether he was waiting for an answer or not.

Clearly wanting an answer but losing patience with me, Hoyt grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room. I saw the stairs again as he continued to pull me down them. As we reached the bottom of them, Hoyt threw me into the living room, causing me to land on the floor with a thump. Watching him stop to shut the door, I stood up and began to back away from him but he lunged for me, throwing me onto a nearby couch. Unsure what to do, I backed into the corner of the chair and watched him as he ran to the other side of the room. Suddenly he grabbed a chair, storming back towards me before throwing it in front of the opposite side of the couch.

Seeing I had moved, Hoyt leaned across the couch and dragged me by the hair to sit in front of the chair. I whimpered slightly as I felt my hair stretch my skin. I suddenly regretted letting my mother convince me to grow long hair. Sitting himself down on the chair in front of me, Hoyt grabbed my thighs, so I couldn't try to get away from his piercing gaze. His grip on my thighs began to hurt but it was just an annoying pain rather than something that I couldn't live with. His face looked very serious. I was starting to prefer his creepy grin that I had become so accustomed to.

We sat there in silence for a few moments. Neither of us doing much more than breathing heavily. His eyes searched for my fear but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. I sat there, searching his face for a clue as to what he wanted. Unfortunately he shared my stubbornness and I couldn't begin to work out just what he had planned.

"There are rules in this house, Jane. Rules that you have to obey or bad things will happen, do you understand?" Hoyt asked. Slowly, I nodded. I would have much preferred to shout at him, to scream in his face, to shout I don't wanna be here, remember? You kidnapped me! But two things stopped me, my overwhelming fear and my logic. Both of which told me, do one thing wrong, Jane, and he could kill you.

"That's good, Jane. There are three rules, that's it. Now rule number one, do not leave unless told otherwise. Does that make sense? You do not try and escape, you do not call for help to get you out of here, you do not so much as walk out into the garden and talk to my neighbours to get help, not that they're close enough for you to do this. Do you understand, Jane?" As he spoke, his grip got tighter on my thighs and forced my face to show discomfort as I nodded. He put his right hand on my shoulder, "good girl." I hated that phrase, for reasons unknown to me, but from his lips I only knew I loathed it.

"Second rule," he stated, "you do everything I tell you, everything and anything. I tell you to come here, you do it, I tell you to sit you do it, I tell you to scream you do it!" His voice got louder as he spoke and his grip began to get tighter. I knew my breathing was getting heavier but I couldn't help it. "Do you understand me, Jane?" I nodded. "Good then stop with the heavy breathing." I couldn't, I knew I couldn't. So I did the next best thing, I breathed in. "Good, but don't suffocate yourself." I breathed out again. I was breathing heavily again. I could see frustration in his eyes but he seemed to ignore this anger as I had tried to obey.

"The final rule is, don't refuse me." He said, moving his hand that rested on my shoulder to my jaw, similar to last night. "That means Jane that you do not pull away from me, you do not fight me, sure a little fire is interesting but if I wanna touch you, you cannot fight me off, you stay where you're put, like you're doing now. You can do that, can't you, Jane?" I nodded once more. Leaning forward, he kissed my forehead and looked in my eyes again. Taking my face in his hands Hoyt whispered, "Repeat them, Jane."

Panic hit me. I just began to stutter at him trying to find my voice but his impatience was getting the better of him. He tapped me gently on the cheek. It wasn't hard, it didn't hurt but it was enough to shake me up, enough to make me jump.

"Come on, Jane," he laughed, "surely your memory is better than that. Come on, what's rule number one?" His grip got tighter as he spoke. Cringing from his grip, I sighed, trying to calm myself down. The anger in his eyes was beginning to build and I knew I had to answer soon.

Unfortunately the words refused to come out of my mouth and suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my cheek. He'd hit me, slapped me. I didn't have time to do much more than whimper before he grabbed me by my arms and launched me across the room, smashing my ribs against the chair. I heard the crack sound before I fell to the ground, huddled in a ball. He kicked the chair out of the way so he could get to me. Desperate to get away from him I shuffled away but as my back collided with the wall, knocking the wind out of me, my head slammed off the windowsill, momentarily stunning me.

"Rule number one, Jane!" Hoyt demanded to know, staring down at me with piercing eyes. I grabbed my ribs, a few were probably broken but he didn't seem to sympathise. He raised his foot as if he were about to kick me but my hand reached out to stop him.

"Don't escape," I whispered, desperately, breathing now having become difficult. My voice may have returned to me but it sounded weak, vulnerable, defeated, everything I hated to be.

"Don't escape," He repeated, with a smug grin planted across his face. "Now was that really so hard?" He asked, kneeling in front of me. "Now, what's rule number two, Jane?"

Taking a shaky breath due to my ribs but also due to my fear of the man sat in front of me, I answered him, having no other choice but to do so, "do as I'm told."

"Do as you're told," he laughed, "you're a bright girl but, this rule seems to be the rule you struggle with." I just nodded in defeat. He'd known me less than 24 hours and he already knew about my rebellious side.

Three days ago, a girl named Maura Isles, came to our side of Boston. She is quite rich. That would make most girls my age jealous but to me she was just another parent's child who seemed lost and lonely. I went over to her and she told me she wanted to go to her mother's art gallery but was scared to be with that many people without a friend. I offered to be her friend and take her there. We had a lot of fun and I lost track of time. I stayed out two hours after curfew. When my parents asked about it, I lied to them, I know I shouldn't have but I didn't want a lecture about going with strangers- ironic right? I told them I'd been out with Joey Grant and Casey Jones down the park and then we'd gone skateboarding. My mother found out I was lying as was furious. Once I told her the truth, I got the lecture I was trying to avoid, not to mention a lecture on lying. Then I was grounded for a month and locked in my room for three days. My first day free from the constraints of my room, Ma asked me to look after Frankie and Tommy as they played football before I went to do my chores. I obviously agreed. I'd do anything to put off my chores for even a second longer, in fact, anything to get outside again. I'd only been outside with the boys for an hour when Hoyt turned up...

"Rule number three Jane," Hoyt asked me, pulling me out of my flashback. What I'd give to be locked in my room again but never at the cost of Tommy or Frankie being here instead. I was yet to say sorry to my parents, I can only hope they know how sorry I am.

After racking my brains, searching for the answer for a few seconds, I whispered, "don't refuse you." Hoyt's evil smile returned, obviously very happy with my response. I must have sounded pathetic.

"That's right Jane," Hoyt said almost sounding like he was congratulating me. "Now let's go over them again." I felt the frustration build within me. I didn't wanna go over them again but it appeared I had no choice. His hand turned into a fist and plunged into my stomach, I gasped desperately, searching for breath. "Rule number one Jane, come on!"

I hadn't realised he'd wanted me to answer without him. Quickly I composed myself and still gasping for breath, managed to say, "Don't escape."

"Rule number two!" He shouted.

I needed no cues and practically shouted back at him in answer, "do as I'm told!"

"Three!" He shouted. Suddenly my mind went blank. I saw him sigh in frustration but just as soon as it went I remembered. I remembered seeing the same frustration the first time he'd told me about 'his rules.' He grabbed my ribs, clearly aware that they were hurting me.

I whimpered and attempted to push him away but his grip only tightened. "Don't refuse you," I cried.

"That's right, Jane," Hoyt said, softly, removing his hand. I took my chance and pushed him away running behind the couch nearby. The gap between the couch and the wall was very small, there was no way he could get in and that thought eased my thoughts.

"Jane Rizzoli!" Hoyt bellowed. "Get out here right this second or you'll regret it!" I remained leant against the wall. I hugged my knees and my head was tucked between my knees. I wished he would just go away. I felt the vibrations through the couch as he began to kick it. The vibrations rattled through my body and to my ribs making them ache. Still I was thankful for the barrier between me and Hoyt's boot but there was only so long I could avoid it. Soon the couch would either fall apart or Hoyt would move it and I would have to look him in the eye. Now I knew what he meant when he said bad things would happen.

"Jane Rizzoli, you get out here right now!" Hoyt demanded. The tears rolled down my face as his abuse on the couch continued.

"No!" I shouted. There was no way I was leaving the only spot in the entire house where I felt safe. He was going to have to drag me out.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Hoyt roared.

"Why? You're not my father!" I shouted, not caring anymore. "In fact, you're not even related to me! You kidnapped me, Hoyt! You're going to jail, trust me!" I knew nothing of the sort but there was no way he got to threaten me without me getting a go.

Suddenly the couch was dragged from the wall. I felt the draft from the movement. Hoyt walked up to me and grabbed me, throwing me to the other side of the room. I hit the opposite wall, collapsing to the ground from the impact. Looking up, I saw Hoyt striding towards me and I tried to crawl away but another impact stopped me in my tracks, his boot. The force which collided with my ribs surely broke my remaining unbroken ribs and I fell flat to the floor in pain. My scream could surely be heard for miles around. Leaning down to me, Hoyt grabbed my hair and dragged my head back. The familiar pain, which minutes ago, was considered major pain was now merely annoying.

"If you thought that was bad, wait until you see what I do to you down in that basement," Hoyt whispered. Suddenly he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder causing me to yelp, before he ran to the basement, throwing me down what felt like hundreds of stairs. Reaching the bottom, pain surged through me, then everything went black and my memory vanished. The only thing I know is that it must have hurt because when I woke up that pain was intensified and the pain before seemed somewhat meaningless.

As I looked around I saw that I was wrapped in a blanket, keeping me warm in the freezing basement. The cold air hit my face and I was reminded of the dried tears still resting on my cheeks. The basement was dark with only one window allowing little light into the basement. Looking to my right I saw my 'diary' with a pen placed on top. Reaching for it, I opened it and at the next new page I saw writing that I knew wasn't mine. I ripped it out and threw it in the back and refused to acknowledge the threat. I wouldn't update this if I were you, worse is to come- Hoyt.

I threw the blanket from me and the cold hit me but nothing hurt more than my ribs did as they protested. I saw white under my dirty shirt which was now covered in small dots of blood, my blood. I lifted my shirt, finding bandages wrapped around my stomach, over my ribs. He'd tried to help me? Why would he do that? Why beat someone only to try and fix them? That was when I noticed my arms, the bruises were big and dark, the term beaten black and blue seemed very suitable here. Curiosity hit me. I leaned to my trousers, ignoring the pain. My trousers were in a similar state to the shirt but I ignored the somersault in my stomach and lifted my trousers to my knees. As I suspected they were in a similar state to my arms.

I let my body fall back onto the concrete floor, regretting it immediately as the wind was knocked outta me and my ribs sent a major pain throughout my entire body. I wrapped my arms around my head but then I felt something under my eye. I bump. Maybe a black eye. Things were not getting any better but I knew I'd brought it on myself. If I'd done as I was told maybe tonight I would be sleeping trapped in 'my room' not in some cold, damp, dark basement in enormous pain.

I waited for my breath to come back, I then pulled myself to a sitting position and then managed to stand but my legs were shaky and after only two steps I plummeted to the ground. My vision was starting to blur and I knew I had minutes before I passed out but I needed to see where help could be so I dragged my body by my arms painfully across the room. Using my arms and the furniture nearby I pulled myself up to look out the window. Forcing my eyes open, I saw it was already dark. I must have been out for hours.

Seeing the opposite side of the window I realised how right Hoyt had been. Nobody would have heard my screams, our nearest neighbours were such a distance away I would have said that they were about I mile away, at the least.

Finally I felt my strength leave me completely. My body collapsed to the ground once more and I felt my world go black.

Jane Rizzoli.'

Jane and Maura looked at Hoyt in utter shock. Jane's eyes kept darting from Hoyt to the page they had just read. Disbelief was all that filled her. How could she not remember this? Maura was the first to find her voice this time.

"What did you do to her?" Maura demanded and Hoyt just looked smug and leaned forward, leaning on the table as if he was about to tell his biggest secret yet.

Ooh, Hoyt is evil, isn't he? Writing this I kept scaring myself particularly when I was in college and people kept creeping up on me. Hope you enjoyed it. I didn't anticipate that I would use Jane's diary for this much but Hoyt will be used more in the next chapter so you get some idea of what happened to Jane and what he's thinking about it but there will still be the use of the diary as it's always fun to see what's going on in Jane's curious mind, particularly fourteen year old Jane. Thanks for reading guys xxx