Chapter Seven
Apprentice?
Hey Guys and Gals! Sorry there was a little delay here but I'm doing my A Levels so my writing has been put to the side plus my sister got married on Saturday so needless to say I have been helping out and helping her move out, so emotional but very exciting. Anyway enjoy the new chapter and let me know what you think. Thanks to everyone who has favourited, followed and reviewed much appreciated.
The Unseen- Day Four
I heard the door open and the bed dip as he sat on the edge of it. "Jane?" He whispered as he stroked my cheek with somewhat of a gentleness. I had learnt before that there was no point in avoiding it. I had to open my eyes, he was not going to leave me alone, so without much more hesitation I opened my eyes and his smile appeared as our eyes connected. My hands reached to my t-shirt, under the sheets, pulling it down further my trousers and underwear lay on the floor where I had thrown them last night after realising there was no way I was going to get them on with the metal chain still attached.
"I didn't realise that you liked to be so exposed?" He whispered in my ear as he saw my eyes reach my discarded clothing laid in a messy pile on the floor. I avoided his eyes. He knew. He knew how much I hated this, how much psychological pain he was causing me, how much the humiliation felt too much to bare.
"I... I couldn't..." I started.
With one yank, he pulled the sheets off me, revealing my exposed body from the hips down. I let out a cry as the cold hit me and I felt one of his hands wrap around my arm whilst the other grabbed a fistful of my hair. I groaned, my muscles were still sore but I stood in front of him as he remained sat on the bed, still seeming intimidating to me. I continued to keep my fingers on the hem of the t-shirt to keep it covering my bare backside. He took my hands in his to stop me from pulling at the t-shirt.
"You want to stay like that then fine," he said, yanking at the chain on the bed. I lost my balance and found myself tumbling to the floor.
"Please, listen to me, Doctor Hoyt," I begged as he leaned down to unhook my ankle from the chain and pick me up, throwing me over his shoulder. My top had fell up to the middle of my back so that my bottom half lay completely exposed next to his head. I squirmed but couldn't free my hands from his death grip to pull it back down. He grabbed my clothing from the floor and started towards the door. Please, I thought to myself but there was nothing I could do, he wasn't going to listen to me.
I closed my eyes, wishing he would just listen to me but I knew there was no use. Hoyt didn't listen to anyone, he saw what he wanted to see and did whatever he wanted.
Suddenly I felt myself falling and I opened my eyes just in time to see myself coming into contact with the kitchen floor. He walked away like I was a backpack rather than a child. Looking up at him I pulled my shirt back down. I felt an ache coming from my stomach, I was starving, I hadn't realised it before now, my fear having distracted me. All I had eaten in the last few days was a sandwich and it was beginning to weaken me.
"Are you gonna eat today?" He spat at me, almost reading my thoughts. I'd be no use to anyone if I couldn't defend myself so I quickly nodded not wanting to leave him waiting too long. "Jane," he warned and I quickly realised my mistake.
"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I corrected myself.
"That's better, good girl," he commented, turning to the cupboard to get out some ingredients.
Watching him, I pulled myself to my feet with whatever strength I could conger up. Once on my feet I held onto the kitchen counter, knowing I couldn't do it alone. I worked fast as he made me another sandwich. Throwing it on the table nearby, like he had done yesterday, he turned to me.
"Sit," he commanded.
"I... Doctor Hoyt, I can't..." I stuttered, trying to explain myself.
"Sit!" Hoyt demanded, leaving me quaking with fear. Feeling that I was out of options, I let go of the kitchen counter and attempted to walk to the chair neatly tucked into the table. My legs were shaking, weak with no food for strength and from being beaten, constantly. I was just thankful that he hadn't turned to these means yet but there was always time and I didn't know how much longer I could last without support. As estimated, within a few steps, my legs gave way and I fell to a pile on the floor.
After hearing him huff, I felt Hoyt's arms wrapping round me to lift me up. My ribs protested but I managed to remain silent as he threw me, fiercely, onto the chair.
"You see what happens when you don't eat, Jane? Eat," he demanded, taking a seat next to me. I diverted my eyes from his gaze and felt my hands reach for the sandwich as I began to eat. They felt out of my control. Peripherally, I saw him grin with excitement, clearly pleased with my obedience. Moments later, his fingers were in my hair, running through its messy, tangled state. I tried to ignore him and maintain my attention on my own actions. My mouth was dry, I couldn't remember the last time I had drank anything and although the food kept getting stuck in my throat I remained quiet unsure as to how I was still breathing.
"I thought you promised to do anything I say from now on?" Hoyt asked leaned into my ear, almost pressing his lips against my ear. His hand ceased it's movements in my hair as his other hand rested on the top of my thigh, at the bottom of my shirt. I tensed and he felt my muscles tighten. "Relax, Janie." He whispered to me, soothingly. Only my family called me Janie, I hated how he said it but if I said anything I knew I would regret it. "Were you lying when you promised to do what I wanted?" He said, through gritted teeth. My head nearly spun off my shoulders as I looked into his gaze. He moved back slightly, looking shocked at my sudden movements. My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to speak. I began shaking my head, buying myself time to get my voice back.
"No, Doctor Hoyt, I just..." I began before I trailed off, letting my gaze rest as the blood stain on his t-shirt. He hadn't changed since yesterday. However, his hygiene was the least of my worries. The prospect of telling him that I had needed his help last night made me want to be sick.
"You just... What?" He asked, looking expectantly at me as he tucked some of my hair behind my ear before he let his hand rest on my shoulder.
"I couldn't..." I said, trying again but failing, I decided to try a different approach, "the chain. It stopped me from... I couldn't..." I trailed off, hoping he would get the hint.
He did. "Ah," he nodded with acknowledgement, "I assume you still tried?" I knew he wouldn't apologise for leaving me all night in the cold, not able to cover myself up.
"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I said, nodding.
"You finished?" He said, suddenly seeing my sudden loss of appetite. I'd eaten most of it but not everything. I couldn't bring myself to when I thought of last night. When I thought of what nearly happened.
I looked at him and saw his questioning gaze. Oh yeah, am I done? "Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I whispered. With a slight smile, he rose from the chair and took my plate away. My throat was so dry, how was I still alive? How long exactly had I been here? Did it just feel longer because of the torture he was inflicting?
Turning on my chair, I built up some courage, "How long have I been here?" I asked as he turned back to me.
"Four days," he said, simply answering my question.
"How?" I asked, I had clearly lost track of days.
"Well I took you and it took a day to get here, so there's day one," he explained, turning back to the cupboard and picking out a glass, "then I told you the rules and you got your first beating, there's day two... You were out for some time and I left you in the basement to regain consciousness and some strength," he began filling the glass with water, "then I helped you heal and then had to punish you again before we made the video," he walked over and placed the glass on the table, "drink it," he commanded as he sat down, "and now here we are at day four." I picked up the glass and took a large gulp, knowing how much I needed to be hydrated.
"But how am I still alive?" I asked.
"What do you mean, Jane? Are you asking why I haven't killed you yet?" He questioned.
"No, Doctor Hoyt," I said, with the sudden realisation that I had forgotten 'my manners.' If I had then maybe I wouldn't be alive any more. "I mean, someone can't survive four days without water, the maximum amount of time is three days, I should be dead."
"And how may I ask do you know that?" Curiosity was planted all over his face, as he questioned me.
"Maura... I mean, my friend told me," I explained, "she is really intelligent, she scolded me once about not drinking enough fluids."
He began to laugh, "Sounds like some friend," he commented. He had no idea. "For your information Jane, you have been having water, you just weren't conscious at the time. I was forcing you to drink enough water to keep you alive but I prefer that you drink it willingly, so drink." With shaking hands, I reached for the glass and took another mouthful before putting it back on the table This man makes me sick, he kidnaps me, restrains me, beats me, forces me to eat, strips me, almost rapes me and then expects me to be ok with that and now he expects me to be ok with him forcing me to drink whilst I'm unconscious.
"Come on finish it, Jane," he says to me, "finish it and I'll let you put your clothes back on." Let me? What was he gonna do? Keep me in a t-shirt for the rest of my time here? I wouldn't put it past him.
Picking up the glass once more, I downed the remaining contents. He stood and dragged me by my arm so I was stood in the middle of the room. I felt stronger but still not strong enough to walk unassisted so when he let go I tensed my whole body to remain on my feet.
I watched as he walked to the counter and then over to where I was standing. Throwing my clothes on the floor, he leant down in front of me, grabbing my underwear. "Step in," he commanded, holding them out in front of me. I tried to lift my foot but almost fell backwards. Grabbing my arms, he pulled my back to standing position, "Careful there, Jane," he said, pulling my hands onto his shoulders, "you can't do everything on your own," he reminded me. Sighing, I leaned on his shoulders as I stepped into the underwear laid out in front of me. He pulled them up and turned to the trousers that were next to him. Again, I leaned on him as I stepped into them. He pulled them up and fastened them properly. As he stood up, my hands remained on his shoulders as he lifted me up like a young child.
Reaching the bathroom, he walked inside and put me down. As he turned to lock the door, I looked at the mirror as I had before. My black eye was still prominent having only been two days but it didn't look or feel as sore. My hair on the other hand was completely out of control and looked like I hadn't brushed it in weeks. Turning his attention back to me, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me closer to the mirror. Leaning over me, he grabbed a brush and began brushing my hair. Having dried without being brushed, it was knotted and I kept making a face that suggested it hurt. I'm not sure hurt is the right word, it felt like he was ripping my hair out! Eventually he flattened my hair and then began brushing his own but this didn't take long.
"How are the ribs?" He asked me, leaning back over to put the brush down.
"Sore," I answered, truthfully.
"You're dealing with them pretty well, considering then aren't you?" He laughed, "You want some tablets or bandages?" I shook my head before I corrected myself.
"No. Thank you, Doctor Hoyt."
Hoyt shook his head and my face turned to a look of confusion. He spun me round to face him and picked me back up, carrying me into what I could guess was his bedroom. After locking the door, he turned to me and lifted my top, revealing the state of my stomach covered in bruises. "You're very brave, very strong Jane, I'll give you that," he commented, turning to his set of draws and began rummaging around to find something, leaving me curious.
Turning back to me, he held a little green box with white, bold writing across it. I recognised it. Ma was constantly getting it out to use for me, serves me right for playing with the boys. He laid the box on the floor and my presumption was confirmed. First Aid Kit. Forcing open the lid, he pulled some bandages out and some tablets were revealed. Taking some from the packet, he handed me them.
"Take them," he said, gently. I didn't respond verbally but he didn't get mad, instead he seemed happy as I reached out and took the tablets from him. Without hesitation I put them in my mouth and swallowed them. It was better than being forced.
Kneeling up, he demanded, "Open your mouth." I complied, then lifting my tongue without having to be told. "Good girl," he said, silently giving me the option to relax. I closed my mouth again and watched as he readied the bandage. He lifted my top again so he could reach my ribs. "Hold," he ordered, as he held up my top. I took my t-shirt from his fingers and looked up as I felt him wrap the bandages around me. As it had before, I felt the bandages get tighter and tighter and tighter until I felt him tie off the bandages. He pulled my t-shirt from my hands and pulled it back down.
Kneeling down again, he packed the box away in the set of draws and pulled out a new t-shirt. He turned to me, grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around, "Stay," he ordered before he pulled away from me. There was a mirror to my right so I looked it, peripherally, as he pulled his top off and I diverted my eyes, forward. After only a few seconds, he walked past me and grabbed my arm so he could pull me behind him. "You just couldn't resist could you, Jane? You just had to look, didn't you?" He was laughing, clearly amused at my curiosity as he continued to pull me behind him.
Once again we were back in the bathroom. "Put your shoes on," he demanded and I looked down at my abandoned trainers before slowly lowering myself to the floor so not to put any strain on my ribs. I began tying them on as he watched. He did not move and I refused to look up at him. Instead I looked at his feet and saw his shoes were already on. Once mine were tightly on my feet, I tried to get up. Seeing my struggle, he reached out his arms to grab mine.
"Up you get, Jane," he sighed as he picked me up like a little kid again. I wish I wasn't so small. I hated being manoeuvred around like this. My strength however was on a down low and I didn't know if I could have managed it downstairs without his help.
Reaching the door, he put me back down and reached in the cupboard, grabbing two coats, one, huge dark one, which was clearly his and the other was a smaller, denim jacket, clearly mine. There was no way he was getting it on.
Forcing it at me, his eyes told me not to disobey and to simple put it on. Taking the hint, I threw it on quickly and watched as he put his on slowly. He turned to unlock the door and reached out his other hand towards me. Not wanting to be grabbed or picked up, I put my hand in his and he forced me out the door, turning to lock the door once more.
He led me to his car and toward the boot, opening it before turning to me. "I believe you remember last time?" He asked and I thought of the cuts still on my face.
"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I replied.
"Now, I don't wanna have to drug you again, nor do I want to experience the screaming match again or the chase, do you?" He asked. I remembered the fear I felt being in that boot, the desperation to escape, but then I remembered how it felt to be drugged, the disorientation, the lack of control. I didn't want to feel that again.
"No, Doctor Hoyt," I said, shaking my head.
"That's a girl," he said, smiling. "Now, I'm gonna put you in the boot and you're not going making any noise, understand?"
"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I said, there was no point arguing, I would only get hurt. I didn't want to be put back in that boot but I really didn't have a choice.
He took hold of me, and holding me like a baby, he lay me inside the boot before reaching up to close it again. I felt him sit in the front seat and as the engine started, I pulled my knees into my chest and began to cry again. He was going to kidnap someone else and there was nothing I could do about it.
After what I assumed must have been hours, I felt the car stop and I quickly wiped away my dry tears. The boot opened again and the light hurt my eyes but I felt arms wrapping round me and suddenly I was being put on my feet and the slamming of the boot made me jump.
Looking at him properly, I saw him lean towards me so we were at the same eye level. "What are these?" He spat, pointing at what assumed were my very red eyes. "You been crying, Jane?"
"Yes, Doctor..." I began before he interrupted.
"Why?" It was a demand.
Stopping to think about my answer first, I looked at him, "I don't wanna be responsible for someone else being kidnapped."
"Don't you want a mother?" He asked.
"I have one," I said.
He grabbed my arms and brought our faces closer together. "Not anymore you don't," he spat. You'll have a new mother now and I am your new father..."
"But..." I began.
"No buts Jane," he said. "This is your new family, do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I said, looking down.
"Good girl," he said, letting go of me and standing back up. "Come on," he said, taking hold of my wrist and leading me down some alleyways before I saw life passing the end of the alley. It was the first time I'd seen another human being since I was taken four days ago. "Stay here," he ordered before he ran to the end of the alley, not waiting for my reply. Suddenly he smiled, invoking my curiosity.
Running back towards me, he grabbed my ribs, causing me to let out a yelp as he squeezed them. I panicked as the sound left my mouth but to my surprise he seemed happy with me. I tried to push him away but more screams left my mouth out of my control. Confusion took over me. Why wasn't he mad at my screams, surely it would attract attention? He slapped me for my fight against him and he threw me to the floor and stood over me. Nothing made sense, he only punished me when in his head, I deserved it.
Coming down to his knees, he grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me close, "Scream, Jane." He whispered in my ear before letting go. Then it dawned on me. He wanted me to attract attention.
Suddenly he foot made contact with my ribs, forcing me to scream. Smiling, Hoyt repeated his actions several times. My screams continued without choice, getting louder with each one. My brain barely registered the sound of high heels clicking against the floor.
"What are you doing?" I heard a woman yell. Hoyt kicked me one last time before I collapsed to the ground, the tears falling freely once more. "Leave her alone!" The voice demanded. She reached out her arm to pull Hoyt away from me. Don't, don't, don't, I begged in my head as she got closer. Immediately as her hand made contact with Hoyt, he turned around pinning her to the nearby wall. She began to scream but then I heard a familiar noise. Snapping my head towards them I saw, Hoyt had just slapped her.
On my shaky arms, I tried to sit up from my stomach, each movement causing another surge of pain to immerge. My hands went to my ribs as if they could ease the pain. Looking up at Hoyt and the mysterious woman again I saw his hand now smothering her mouth.
"Shut up," Hoyt demanded, shaking her as he spoke. So this is what it looks like when Hoyt attacks me. "Now, we're all gonna be nice and quiet, aren't we, sweetheart?" She nodded slowly, fear alive in her eyes. He let go of her mouth and she just made whimpers at him, not taking her eyes off him. As if she was afraid that if she looked elsewhere, including at me, something bad would happen. "Jane?" He suddenly said, making me jump, painfully, "Anything else broken?"
I didn't know. Everything hurt just as much as it had before.
"I... I don't know, Doctor Hoyt," I admitted, quietly, my voice shaking.
"I'll check you out when we get back," he promised, still not taking his eyes off the woman.
"Who... Who... She...?" She said, unable to make a coherent sentence. I felt sorry for her. Hoyt didn't.
"She's my daughter," he spat at her, almost in disgust that she would ever think about asking. His words made me sick. I was not his daughter! I wanted to yell this at the woman, I wanted to tell her I had nothing to do with this sick scumbag but I was afraid of what he would do if I did. "And she needs a new mother," he continued.
Taking in his words, the woman's eyes grew wide with realisation. "Please, let me go," she begged. My heart ached for her. I was never one for begging but with this man, it wasn't going to get you anywhere. I was sure he would teach her that.
"Sorry sweetheart," he whispered, "that's not how this game works." He wasn't sorry, we all knew it. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cloth, the same cloth that had knocked me out, and a bottle of liquid. Leaning all of his weight onto the women he began pouring the clear liquid onto the cloth. As he screwed the lid back on the bottle and put it into his pocket, I knew I had to do something. There was no-one else around to do it.
"No," I yelled, grabbing Hoyt's shirt, despite my body's protests. "Run!" I yelled to the woman as Hoyt stumbled backwards. Taking my cue, the woman sped off down the alley. Turning to face me, Hoyt kicked me in the face, forcing me to let go and fall to the ground with a yelp as my ribs collided with the floor.
I rolled onto my side with a struggle just in time to see Hoyt grabbing the woman before the end of the alley. He dragged her back in, putting the cloth to her mouth as I managed to sit up with as little noise as possible. I felt my blood trickle down my face as the woman's body went limp.
Forcing her over his shoulder, Hoyt carried the woman back towards me. With his other arm, he reached for me and grabbed a fist full of my hair. "Up you get," he said, through gritted teeth, he was furious. Believing it better to behave now rather than challenge him, I got to my feet. He let go of my hair and grabbed me, picking me up again, carrying us both through the maze of alleyways back to the car. My ribs protested with every step.
Once arriving at the car, he threw me to the ground and opened the boot. I rolled onto my back and began to hug my ribs. They hurt so much. I thought I might pass out. Diverting my eyes back to Hoyt, I saw his throwing the woman in and tying her ankles, wrists and mouth, just as he had done to me. He turned to face me and I felt my heart rate increase.
"I don't need to restrain you, do I, Jane?" He asked.
"No, Doctor Hoyt," I said, shuffling away from him.
"I didn't think so," he laughed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me towards him. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out some material. It wasn't the cloth it was a black piece of material.
"No," I begged.
"You don't know what I'm gonna do yet," he said, grabbing me and forcing me to stand with my back to him. He wrapped the cloth around my neck. "Is this what you thought I was gonna do?" He didn't wait for my reply, he knew the answer. "Well, don't you worry yourself about that, Jane. I'm not gonna kill you, can't say the same about her." I whimpered at the thought. "No, I'm just gonna blind fold you." He put the material over my eyes and everything was completely black. "Wouldn't want you knowing where you are." He began to tie it tightly and then grabbing my arm he led me a few steps forward before I heard the boot shut in front of me, causing me to jump. He led me further and I heard a door open. I felt his arms wrap round me and lift me inside the car.
He pulled my seatbelt across me and then I heard the click. "Don't take that blindfold off," he warned me, "do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor Hoyt," I said like a robot, nodding.
The door slammed and within seconds the driver's door opened and I felt the car move as he got inside. "Let's go home, Jane." He sighed before he started the engine. If only that's where I was going, I thought to myself.
After hours of silence and darkness, I felt the car stop. "You can take the blindfold off now," Hoyt whispered. I heard him get out of the car as I pulled the material from my eyes, letting the material stay wrapped around my neck.
It was dark. Every time we travelled it was always for hours. Where were we? Hoyt just liked the fact that I didn't know. Suddenly the door opened and Hoyt grabbed the material around my neck to pull me out of the car. In a rush, he pulled the knot out of the material so he could pull it from my neck. "Follow," he demanded and I nodded as he put it in his pocket. His tone told me, he was mad. Talking would only provoke his anger.
Not caring about a verbal response this time, he pushed passed me and walked to the boot of the car with me trailing behind. As he swung the door open, we saw that the woman was now awake but unlike me she had stayed quiet, smart move. Hoyt leaned down to get hold of her but she shuffled away from his grasp.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he whispered to her so I could barely hear what he was saying, "or bad things may happen." The woman's eyes widened and looked at me. She was so scared and I felt so sorry for her. I nodded, telling her silently to do as she was told. She didn't listen. He leaned closer to her again and she shuffled back again. "You'll learn," he laughed, as he leant back and took out a syringe.
"No," I whispered.
"I wouldn't worry, Jane, it'll only knock her out for a few hours," he told me, full of confidence. He injected her, despite her protests and soon she lost consciousness. Hoyt leaned towards her again and picked her up. "Close the door, Jane," Hoyt ordered and without a word I complied and followed him into the house, looking for anything to tell me where I was but there was nothing.
I followed him down into the basement where he laid the women in the middle of the room. I just watched from the bottom of the stairs. He took out his scalpel and untied her from the duct tape, gag and all. Once he stood up again, he stared down at his prey and the thought of what he could do to her almost brought me to tears.
He walked past me, nudging my shoulder hard as he passed. "Stay with her Jane." I nodded as I responded,
"Yes Doctor Hoyt." He dropped a book at my feet, my diary. Then he locked us both in and I sat on the bottom step, ignoring the pain in my ribs as I leant forward to retrieve the book to start writing once again.
Jane Rizzoli
Thank you for reading, the next chapter should have Jane, Maura and Hoyt in the morgue I'm just not sure how to go about it so if you have any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them. Thanks for taking the time to read my story, let me know what you think...