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Beca POV

The light hurt my eyes and I struggled to open them. I didn't know where I was or what had happened, but I knew that my head hurt a lot. I tried to move my hands to my head, but I couldn't. As I wriggled my hands more I realized they were tied together. As my eyes started to focus more on my surrounding's things started to come back to me. The knocking on my door, then being hit with something and finally very vaguely I remembered being shoved in the trunk of a car. Now I was sat on a hard wooden chair, tied up in a dark room. I moved about even more, trying to loosen the ropes but it didn't work. Bowing my head down I let tears fall. Who would do this to me? Why would someone do this to me? Slowly my eyes started to close again and I drifted back into a sorry state of unconsciousness.

The slamming of a door woke me this time. Forcing my eyes open I saw a blurry figure standing before me. I tried to focus my eyes to see who it was but I didn't have to try for much longer. The person before me spoke. "Try and keep her awake this time." He ordered. I knew that voice. It was Luke. Who was he talking to though? There was a muffled reply before someone slapping my cheeks trying to wake me up even more. With each slap I woke just a little bit more when everything around me became clear. In front of my face was the brown shaggy hair of the ex-treble Joey, stood back behind him was the monster that tried to rape me.

"Whe-where am I?" I stuttered, my throat was dry which made my voice sound croaky. I could see the smirk appear on Luke's face. What was he doing to me?

"You're somewhere where nobody will hear you scream, so don't even try." Luke smirked as he spoke.

"Jesse will find me you know! Then you'll be sent away for good!" I said to him. I don't really know where I got that courage or energy from but I soon regretted it. He slapped me hard across my cheek with the back of his hand. It stung and I was sure it had cut me.

"Jesse won't find you. Well not alive anyway." He spat back at me, he turned to Joey, "If she talks, beat her. Don't take any of her shit but try and keep her as quiet as possible, her voice annoys me." With that he left the room.

I was glad he had left, I had a better chance at getting around Joey, he had a soft spot for me. "Joey ple-" but before I could finish he hit me again. Apparently he was good at following orders. He sat on a chair opposite me for a while before getting up and leaving. He never spoke a word to me the whole time. I was glad though I didn't want to hear a single thing he said. Now that I was alone I tried to wiggle my hands around a bit more. The ropes were getting looser but I still couldn't get my hands out. My stomach grumbled, I wondered how long I had been in there. I didn't have any sense of time because I was unsure how long I'd been asleep. I was hungry and thirsty and my insides ached from the pain. I licked my lips to try and wet them but my mouth was too dry to do much. Without much else to do I closed my eyes, at least when I was asleep the pain would fade a bit.

*two days later*

I guessed I had been in here at least a few days. The pain from the hunger and thirst was a dull constant throb now; my entire body was numb which wasn't a bad thing as it meant I could barely feel the pain of the regular beatings I had been receiving from them. Joey had still not spoken a word to me. All I wanted to do was go home and cuddle with Jesse. I was sure he would be worried sick, everyone would be. I was past being scared now, I had come to terms with the fact that soon I would be nothing more than a cold lifeless body. I would end up being dumped somewhere and then I would be found in a couple of weeks too decomposed to identify. That was what was laid out for me, and with no way of escaping or getting help I couldn't change it. Every time I Luke paid a visit I would beg him to let me go, but it got me nowhere except a beating. I slept most of the day, I had no energy to do anything else, I could barely speak now so I didn't even bother trying unless it was to beg for my life and even that was barely audible now.

When I woke up this time, Luke and Joey were sat side by side talking quietly about something. I had a feeling that today was different. In my head I told myself that today was my final day. In some ways I wanted to die, this torture was horrible and if I ever got out then I would be broken. I looked around the room on the table in the corner I saw something silver and shiny. I knew instantly what it was. I was terrified and tears started to fall down my cheeks. Luke stood up and walked over to the table and picked up the knife. My heart began to pound my I was too tired to do anything other than cry.

"Well I've had my fun with you now, I think it's time we let your beloved Jesse find you." He stroked my cheek with the knife, I could feel the cold metal slitting my skin. I felt the pain but it was numb, it was a feeling I couldn't explain. He ran the knife over my arms and legs then eventually my stomach, each time he gently cut into my skin. I could see the blood running down my limbs but unable to do anything I just sat there without speaking. He touched my inner thigh and without meaning to my leg jolted forward and kicked him. It wasn't hard but he took it badly. He hit me in the side of the head with the other end of the knife, then he done it again. Everything was spinning and I could feel myself falling back into darkness. Then suddenly the door burst open, I head many footsteps and shouting yet I couldn't make out what was being said. Suddenly someone was crouched down in front of me, "Beca, Beca Mitchell stay awake we're here to help!" it was obviously a paramedic but I couldn't respond. I wanted to stay awake but all too soon my mind switched off and all I could see was darkness.