Chapter Six

Treatment

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The Unseen- Day Three

I woke in a daze to blurred vision and a distant call of my own name. Jane? I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. I shouldn't have tried to reach the window I know that but there's nothing I could do about it now. I felt hands, pressing against my arms, not pinning me down but rather bringing me back to Earth from my dreamless slumber.

"Jane?" He called, I recognised his voice. I couldn't pretend I was still unconscious, I was already awake and he could tell. "Nice to see those eyes again, I heard you fall." He said, explaining himself. "For now, I think you could do with some help, don't you?" He wrapped his arms around me, enabling him to carry me like a baby up the basement stares. I hadn't realised how cold it was downstairs until we reached the top of the stairs and the heat hit me, making my skin tingle.

After shutting the door with his leg, he carried me through to the kitchen and laid me on the counter top. As he stepped away from me, I tried to sit up. Suddenly my arms slipped and I went tumbling back down, towards the counter but he grabbed my back before I managed to hit the counter. "Wouldn't want you hurting yourself further now, would we Jane?" He asked. Sighing, I nodded. We?I thought to myself, why has he got to use the royal we? There's me and him, there's no we. "Here, take these," he said, offering me two small tablets. I just stared at them. I didn't dare take them from his hand. "Take them, Jane, they'll make the pain, easier to deal with. You have two choices, you either take them yourself, or I use a syringe to make you take them." I was going to have to take them anyway so I reached out my hand and took them from him. My hand was shaking the entire time. I threw them into my mouth and Hoyt reached for a glass on the counter nearby. As he began to fill it with water I swallowed them and turned my body so that my legs dangled over the edge of the counter. "Drink this," he advised. I took the glass from him and began to drink the water. "Good girl, open," I opened my mouth and Hoyt grabbed my cheeks, moving my head around so he was sure I wasn't hiding it. "Lift your tongue," I continued to do as I was told and when he was happy I wasn't hiding anything he let go of me and I immediately shut my mouth. "Ok, put your hands out and open them," he said, continuing to throw orders at me. I reached out my hands and opened them, "turn them over," again I just followed orders, turning my hands to show him the palms of my hands. "Good girl, now let's get your wounds cleans up a bit." His hands went under my armpits and carried me to a nearby stool. I had to squeeze my eyes shut and breathe in so not to shriek from the pain, initiating from my ribs. Walking round the back of me, he lifted my shirt slightly and my whole body tensed, sending a shooting pain right to my ribs and I had to grab my thigh to stop me from groaning.

"Can't get to it, can you stand?" He asked, politely. I just nodded and let him ease me off the stool. He threw the stool out the way with a bang, causing me to jump. My breathing was shaky as he knelt down in front of me. "Don't panic, Jane, do you remember rule number two?"

Swallowing hard, I found my voice, "do as I'm told."

"That's right, Jane," he said with a smile planted across his face. He let his hands brush up and down my arms as he continued, "as long as you follow that rule, you're safe, remember? Now turn around, Jane." As my legs shook violently, I turned around. I felt my shirt being lifted once more. As it fell, I looked at him as he'd stood next to me. He was reaching for something that I couldn't quite see. Quickly he was knelt at my feet again grabbing my wrists. He revealed what he was looking for, duct tape.

Seeing the confusion on my face, he stopped his movements. "Go on, ask away, Jane."

Swallowing once more, I whispered, "What's that for?"

"I'm just taping your hands together to stop you from pulling away from me, I can tape your mouth too if you don't want to make a sound?" He asked, as if he was doing me a favour. The thought of being strained more than necessary terrified me. I shook my head, violently, in answer to his question. H e put his hand against my cheek. Most people would see this as a sign of comfort but I now knew better. Once again, he turned his attention back to my wrists. Finishing his work, he rose to his feet again and grabbed my arm, dragging me into the centre of the living room.

I stood there shaking in fear. He was being nice and I knew that didn't last very long. "Turn around, Jane," he commanded and I followed orders, barely being able to stay standing. I hated how I he said my name, he grated on me, it gave me the shivers. I closed my eyes as he took a fistful of my shirt, lifting it. I felt something cold and wet touch my skin, it made me jump. As a stinging sensation began in my lower back I realised he was cleaning a wound, clearly made during my unconsciousness. Finishing after only a few seconds, he stood up and picked me off my feet in a baby position. Soon we were going back up the stairs and we soon reached the bathroom. Putting me back on my feet, he turned to lock the door.

He knelt in front of me once more, taking my hands in his. My brow furrowed in confusion as his thumbs made gentle patterns across the top of my hands. "Let's get you cleaned up, Jane," he said, "I promise, I don't want anything from you, I don't want to take advantage of you, I wouldn't do that to you. I won't embarrass you by doing it myself so I'll leave you to get rid of these dirty clothes and then I'll be back to deal with your bandages, ok?" He sounded quiet and somewhat kind, I hated to think of standing in front of him looking exposed and vulnerable but I already felt that way. I had a feeling that I didn't really choice either, so I just nodded. He took my wrists in his and tore the tape from my wrists causing me to jump. Suddenly he was up and walking out of the room.

I turned to look in the mirror, I had a very dominant black eye and he was right, my clothing was filthy. To some degree, I wanted to change clothes, I just didn't want him there when I did so. I noticed my nose looking somewhat out of shape. The blood on my clothes had been due to a broken nose. Not wanting to stand in my dirty clothing any longer I ripped off my t-shirt and that's when I saw a lot more blood on the back of my shirt. Turning round to look at my back in the mirror, I saw just below the bandages there was an H carved into my back. This knocked the wind out of me. I could only stare at the H. He was branding me. Stopping the tears in my eyes escaping, I decided to chuck my t-shirt aside and lose my trousers along with my shoes and socks. Looking down at myself, I noticed there were more bruises than I had first realised, my clothing had been covering the majority of them.

I heard the lock turn and Hoyt was coming back. He smiled as he walked in, holding more wipes, bandages and a set of clothing. "I went out while you were asleep in the basement, I realised I needed clothes for you." He explained himself, opting for the word asleep rather than unconscious. I nodded at him as he threw them on the floor. He locked the door again and knelt next to me. He untied my bandages and took them from me. I felt the pressure leave my ribs and pain take over. "Let's take a look at that," Hoyt said, taking my chin, to look at my nose. "I would say that's definitely broken. Let me try and fix it for you." I didn't nod but then again I didn't shake my head. "This may hurt a little," he warned, getting ready to fix my nose. Applying pressure, a sharp pain surged through my nose and couldn't help but yelp.

"A little?" I questioned, he just smiled back at me. Standing up, he carried me over his shoulder to the bath. Putting me inside, still stood up, he turned on the shower and began to pour freezing water over me. It soaked my underwear and my hair and lasted only a few minutes. Putting the shower head back, he reached for a towel and wrapped it round me. Eagerly, I grabbed the edges to pull it round me, covering me up again.

"Can I trust you, Jane?" He asked. Shivering, I nodded in response. "I'm gonna leave you here to change, once you're ready bring the bandages, tape and wipes downstairs so I can take care of you. Do you think you can do that?" I nodded again.

Leaving, he picked up my old clothing and turned toward me once again. "There's dry, clean underwear there, bring your old underwear down and give it to me." It was an order. I just nodded not knowing what else to do. How do you argue with that? After he left, I climbed out of the bath and despite the protests of my whole body, particularly my ribs I managed to change into the new clothes left by him.

Walking down the stair, ten minutes later wearing black jogging bottoms and a blue t-shirt carrying everything he asked, I walked into the kitchen where he stood at the sink, waiting for me. He was unaware of my presence and for once I could just looked at him. Had I seen him walking along the street, I would think him a normal human being. I would have never chosen evil to describe him but after spending only a few days in his care I was much wiser.

Sensing my presence, he turned around to look at me. "Ah, Jane," he whispered as he walked towards me and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders, leading me towards the centre of the kitchen. He took the supplies from my arms, placing them on the top before directing his attention towards me again. Picking one of the shoulders of my t-shirt, he commented, "a little slack but you're so skinny, I think I did well to pick something that doesn't fall off you. Come on, Jane." He picked me up again, carrying me to one of the tall chairs so he could look in my eyes. I whimpered slightly but not loud enough for him to pick up on it. He seemed to like carrying me for some reason, if my ribs didn't hurt so much maybe I could fight back and make it a little harder for him to do or maybe if Ma hadn't worried so much about my weight then maybe he wouldn't have been able to but he was strong and lifting a tall, lanky fourteen year old was probably like lifting a feather to him.

Cupping my face with his hands, he brushed his fingers over my black eye. I flinched as he applied pressure and he hissed seeing the pained look on my face. "That's a nasty bruise, Jane, but now you know not to disobey, don't you?" His glare was piercing and trying to hide my fear I just nodded in response. "Good girl, how's the ribs?" I shrugged. "Come on, Jane let me hear your voice again, do your ribs still hurt?"

"Yes." I replied, unable to stop my voice from trembling.

"I'll put some clean bandages on, it'll help," he said, leaning close to me. Pulling me back off the stool and placed me on the floor. He turned to the bandages on the counter and then back to me. He took my hands and crossed them over my chest so they were out of his way. "Keep them there, Jane," he commanded. I just nodded. "I want to hear you voice, Jane."

"Sorry," I said, I wasn't sorry but I guessed that's what he wanted to hear.

"That's ok, keep your arms there," once again sounding very demanding.

"Ok," I said.

"Ok, what?" He asked, I looked at him very confused then took my best guess.

"Ok, Sir," his smile suddenly appeared again. "Nice guess, but no, you should call me, Doctor Hoyt, ok Jane?"

"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I said, not recognising my own voice, I sounded like a robot.

"Good girl, Jane," he said, before lifting my new shirt. Grabbing my shoulder he forced me to turn round before I felt him grab a handful of the material. I didn't look but I hear him open a draw next to us and after feeling an elastic band go round the shirt I let out a breath I suddenly realised I was holding. "Relax Jane." I didn't give a response I just stood there. I felt the bandages begin to wrap around me, getting tighter and tighter. It felt too tight but I didn't complain. I didn't dare. Suddenly I felt him tying it off, suggesting that he was done. "All done Jane," he whispered, taking out the elastic band from my top and spinning me round. My t-shirt fell down again but I still uncrossed my arms and tried to pull it down further.

Leaving me to pull at my t-shirt, he turned to the counter and took a plate and put it on the table with the high chairs nearby. Turning his attention back to me, he said, "come on, Jane," he wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted me a lot more comfortably and placed me on the chair before pushing it into the table. I saw a sandwich in front of me. "Eat it, Jane," he demanded, I just continued to look at him, "come on, Jane, don't be stubborn, you've been here for three days now, you must be starving." I looked down at the plate. I reached past the point of hunger, now I just felt numb. I knew I should eat but he made me feel ill, I didn't want to eat it but as I've said before when has he ever let me do anything I want? "Jane, just eat it, don't make me force feed you." It was a threat. I knew it but I couldn't find the strength to comply. He reached for the plate and I held my breath. Ripping the sandwich slightly, he walked round the back of me and grabbed my cheeks. Applying pressure, I squirmed as he tried to force it into my mouth but I managed to keep him away, fighting him due to adrenaline.

"Jane, just eat it!" He demanded, "how are you still able to fight back? How are you still able to stand on your own? Just eat it, Jane!" Finally, succeeding in getting the food in my mouth, he covered my mouth so I couldn't spit it back out. "Swallow it, Jane!" I shook my head violently. "Jane if I wanted to kill you, I'd stab you or beat you, I wouldn't poison you, just swallow the damn food!" Unable to breathe I swallowed the food and felt his hand relax on my mouth and an aching feeling hit me like he'd punched me in the face. "Good girl, see that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked me, his facial expressions telling me that he expected an answer.

"No, Doctor Hoyt," I answered him, feeling my body shaking.

"Do I need to force feed you the rest or do you think you can manage that, alone?" Hoyt wanted to know, still holding me still.

"I can do it along, Doctor Hoyt," I answered not wanting to be smothered like I just was again. Relaxing, he let go of me and sat in another chair on my right. I felt him watching me, his eyes almost piercing. In a moment of bravery I met his gaze. "Eat," he demanded, making it clear there was no room for negotiation. My trembling reached for the sandwich and brought it to my mouth. As I began to eat it he reached for my wet hair and put it behind my ear. I wanted to pull away but I couldn't. I was not too eager to make him angry again. He started to caress my cheek as I continued to eat. I wished he would stop touching me but I couldn't tell him that.

Standing up he grabbed the elastic band from the kitchen top and began pushing my hair into it, tying it in a messy bun. As I finished my first sandwich, he sat down. "Good girl, Jane," he commented. "You did well," I felt like such a child the way he treated me, at home I would have hit the roof if Ma or Pop spoke to me like that, I'm fourteen, I'm not a good girl. However under his roof and control I had no say in the matter. This realisation made me feel sick, I hated being so powerless and vulnerable.

His hand on my shoulder made me jump, bringing me from my thoughts. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Hey, Jane, I'm talking to you, you understand?" I nodded before realising my mistake.

"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I whispered.

"Good," he said, his teeth clenched in frustration. "Did you hear anything I just said to you?" My heart was racing, the constant ache coming from my ribs was a reminder of what he could do when he was angry, I didn't want to anger him.

"No, Doctor Hoyt," I said, dropping my head. I felt him grab my cheeks, forcing me to look up before I felt the blow to my face. It stung. Throwing me to the floor and onto my ribs, Hoyt kicked the chair out of the way. I turned over and began to shuffle away from him.

"You never listen to me, Jane," Hoyt shouted, coming towards me. "You never listen! What do I have to do to get you to do as you're told?" At that he reached for his belt and began talking it off. I didn't know what he was doing, why would he take his belt off at a time like this? He took me by arm and threw me into the centre of the front room. Turning to look up at him a whipping sound came from next to my head.

"Stop!" I pleaded.

"You are in no position to make demands, Jane," he spat as he used his foot to lay me on my stomach. I groaned as my ribs slammed against the floor. He fell so he was sat on my hips. I saw his belt be thrown next to my head as he reached for the neck of my shirt then with one swift movement I felt the material break be pushed off my back. Then I felt him unclasp my bra, rip my bandages protecting me and stand back up, grabbing the belt as he stood. His boot suddenly slammed into my lower back, crushing me. "You just won't learn, Jane, if you behave then you won't get hurt but you've disobeyed me so now I have to punish that behaviour..."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Hoyt!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face from the pain. "I'll behave, I'll do what you say, just please stop!" I was pleading, I never pleaded or begged but I didn't know how much more I could stand and all I wanted was to see my family again, I couldn't do that if I was dead.

"That's all very, Jane, but you have to be punished and you have to learn and if this is the only way then so be it!" Hoyt screamed, applying yet more of his weight onto my back, "count them for me, if you don't then, I will have to start all over again." I clenched my eyes shut as I felt the leather come down and burn a line across my back.

"Argh!" I screamed, "one," I whimpered. The belt left my skin and within seconds it was on my skin again burning more line across my skin. The screams continued, "Argh... Two!" The agony was indescribable. More screams followed with more numbers following. "Argh, three, please! Four! Stop! Arghhhh! Five!" When will it stop? Suddenly the assault came to a stop and I felt his belt make a gangling stop and as I looked to my right I saw the metal of the belt swinging backwards and forward. Oh God, no!

"This'll teach you," he sniggered before I felt mental against my skin, piercing it.

"Argh, six, Doctor Hoyt, stop!" I begged, no longer caring. Again the belt came down on my back, drawing more blood. "Argh! Seven! I'm sorry!" How many more? I don't think I'll last much longer, what if I can't count anymore? "Eight! Argh! Please!" I felt the blood trickle down my back. "Argh! Nine! I'll do anything!"

"Last one, Jane," he whispered, so quietly that I barely heard him.

The mental came back down to my back bringing out the most window-shattering scream I'd ever heard yet alone made. I barely recognised the voice as my own. "Argh!Ten, please no more!" Releasing the pressure from my back he walked away.

I tried to get up but I couldn't I was too weak. Looking at him I saw him thread the belt back through his trousers before he washed his hands and face. Turning to me, I saw the blood on his shirt, my blood. I whimpered as he approached me. He forced me to kneel by grabbing my hair and pushed my top and bra off me. I was too weak to respond in more than a cry. Even in this state being exposed felt wrong. I tried covering myself up.

"Wait until your parents see you like this, they'll die inside," he whispered in my ear, before he carried me over his shoulder up the stairs and into my room. Throwing me on my bed, I managed to find the energy to curl up hiding myself from him. He grabbed my legs and went to pull my trousers off, I turned over and pull away but he managed to pull them off along with my pants with one swift pull. I pulled myself into myself, hugging my knees. My blood was all over the sheets and I had to hold back a whimper. He reached forward and pulled the elastic band out from my hair before leaning down and grabbing a mental chain from under the bed. He attached it to the bed and then grabbed my ankle and attached the other end to me, before leaving the room, leaving me feeling both scared and angry at his actions. You can't just take someone's clothes! What is wrong with this sicko?

Coming back in with a tripod and a camera, Hoyt set it up and sat a chair in front of it. "Your Mam and Dad are gonna freak when they see this video," he said to me before pressing record. "Mr and Mrs Rizzoli, my name is Doctor Charles Hoyt, I don't mind telling you my name because you're not gonna tell the police or your daughter dies. Yes I have your daughter, Jane. I was the man who snatched her. Brave little thing, isn't she? Doesn't eat, hardly sleeps, well if you count unconscious as being asleep, answers back, pushes me, takes the beatings... However, I think I found a way to control her." He turns the camera so you can see Jane in the background, naked and hugging herself. "Say hi Jane."

"Hi," I whispered, he was right, he could control me this way he knew I hated being exposed and I couldn't possibly get more exposed.

"So Mr and Mrs Rizzoli, now you can look in the bag and in it, you'll find two sets of clothing, those she was wearing when she left and the others she's only been wearing today. The new clothing is torn down the back because Jane misbehaved, didn't you Jane?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Yeah, what Jane?" He demanded.

"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I answer like a robot.

"That's better, Jane," he says, "I want nothing from you Mr and Mrs Rizzoli, but I wanted you to see her and see what I'm about to do to her and what I've already done to her for her misbehaviour." Picking up the camera, he aims it at me and walks towards me. He aims the camera over me and explains, "this is the most recent, she's still shaking from it, I had to put my belt to her back, didn't I, Jane?"

"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," he had me following his every order without hesitation.

"You see this mark down here?" Hoyt asked my parents, "this is a scar I created the day after I took her, it claims her as my own." Moving the camera towards my face again, he continued, "See this bruise on her face? This is from my boot, she needed to be beaten, also from the second day." He squeezes my ribs and smiles as I whimper and my face shows a look of pain. "Now, that face, is the face of three broken ribs and two badly bruised ribs. Must hurt like nothing you could ever imagine. As you can see she has also required a number of bruises from a beaten too. She just can't do as she's told. But I always did like a challenge and Jane is my biggest yet." Putting the camera back on the tripod Hoyt comes over to me, "now watch, as I take your daughter." It sounds like a demand to them, through the camera.

"What? What do you mean take?" I asked sounding defeated.

"Time will tell, Jane, time will tell," Hoyt whispered in my ear as he forced me down and putting his knee between my legs, he applied pressure to my stomach, keeping me in place. He reached for his belt as I attacked his knee, and began taking it off.

"No!" I screamed, "Don't Doctor Hoyt, stop!"

"Convince me, Jane," he said, throwing his belt to the floor and reaching to undo his trousers. "Convince me." I began to really panic, there was no doubt of what he planned to do but I just didn't know what he wanted to hear. Like he had done with me, he pulled his trousers and pants down at the same time and now he was forcing my legs apart. I began to scream and whimper.

"Stop!" I yelled, as he leaned forward about to commit the terrible act. "Alright! Alright! I'll do what you want! I promise I'll do anything you say!" Stopping, he looked in my eyes and smiled. He leaned forward to kiss my forehead and I felt him against my leg so I let out another cry.

"Good girl," he said, stepping off me, pulling up his trousers. I sat up and began to hug myself again. Still making whimpering sounds. He ruffled his hands through my still wet hair and began to laugh as he bent down to reach his belt, then as he hooked it back into his trousers he sat down. "And there you have it Mr and Mrs Rizzoli, Jane will now do everything I ask, she's a brave girl but she knows what I'm capable of doing to her. Enjoy having your sons around but don't expect Jane to come back any time soon and don't contact the police or the thought of me raping Jane will be the last of your worries." He turns off the camera and turns back to me. He reaches for a bag at the foot of the bed and throws some underwear, a pair of trousers and a top at me. "Put them on and go to bed, I'll give you some food in the morning. You've got a big day ahead of you, quite some travelling to do." He went to walk out but I spoke up.

"Where are we going, Doctor Hoyt?" I asked.

"Why, to get you a new mother is where," he said, happily before leaving.

He's gonna kidnap someone else! What am I gonna do, if I help him, I'm bringing someone else to this hell hole but if I don't God only knows what will happen to me, what am I gonna do?

Jane Rizzoli

The two women just stared at the signature. What the hell was going on? Hoyt sat between them showing not one sign of regret, not that Jane expected him to.

"I thought you said, you would never rape a teenager?" Jane demanded to know.

"I did, I knew you wouldn't let me do it, Jane," Hoyt confessed, "one way or another you would get free."

"Did my parents get that video?" Jane questioned.

"Of course and the clothing too, I imagine it broke their hearts and they never disposed of it so they could never take anything for granted," Hoyt said, breaking Jane's heart with his words.

"What if I couldn't have stopped you, would you have stopped?" Jane wanted to know.

Hoyt hesitated before replying, "No. I couldn't let you think I wouldn't hurt you."

"So you would have raped a fourteen year old girl just to gain some control over her?" Maura asked, looking horrified.

"Of course," Hoyt sighed.

"You monster," Maura said, through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, well Doctor Isles, you weren't there, you don't know what stress comes with kidnapping someone, and what you will do to have them do everything you ask," Hoyt spat.

"You chose to kidnap me, I didn't ask for it!" Jane shouted.

"You still did almost everything I asked you to the next day," Hoyt laughed.

"What do you mean?" Jane asked.

"Let's find out shall we?" Hoyt turned the page and was once again breathing down the women's necks as they felt forced to read on. Jane's unknown guilt crept over her as she sighed.

Thanks for reading guys, hope you enjoyed it let me know what you think and I know Jane and Maura in the morgue were not in this chapter as much I promise they will be in the next but I had already written nine pages I had to end it soon. The next chapter is all about Jane's guilt and Hoyt's first victim. Scary stuff.