Chloe and Stacie drove to the hospital as fast as they could after they heard Jane was in there. They soon found Jack talking to a nurse. He nodded and the nurse was gone.

"Flynn!" Stacie said and Jack turned to them. "What's up? How's Jane?"

"Traumatized, but it's understandable, she spent more than a year with this guy." Jack said as they walked to Jane's room. "She's underweight, dehydrated and a little bruised."

"She was beaten?" Stacie asked.

"Yeah, but the bruises aren't recent." Jack said. "The doctor said she was raped recently as well, but there are no fluids."

Chloe and Stacie sighed as they shared a look.

"Is she awake?"

"She woke up fifteen minutes before you guys came. She's with her family right now." Jack said.

"We should go ask her about the guy." Chloe said.

Jack nodded.

"I'm gonna go back to the station to see if they found anything at the crime scene." Jack said and he was gone.

Chloe and Stacie knocked on the door and came in, each of them offering Jane and her parents a small comforting smile.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Wilmor." Stacie said.

"Hello Jane, my name is Chloe Beale and this is my partner Stacie Conrad, we're detectives." Chloe said.

Jane just looked at Chloe then at Stacie.

"Hi." she said quietly.

"We wanna ask you some questions about the guy who took you." Stacie said.

"Okay." Jane said.

"Did you see where he took you?" Chloe asked.

"No. He threw me in the back of the van and kept me blindfolded until after I was in the house." Jane said.

"What did the house look like from the inside?" Stacie asked.

"The walls were cream-colored and there was a window that showed a bunch of trees." Jane said. "The room was big, it was like a living room, there were two big couches where he kept us all and there was a staircase leading somewhere upstairs. He kept our hands handcuffed and our ankles tied up so we wouldn't run and he locked the door."

"Did you see what he looked like?" Stacie asked.

"No. He always had that mask on." Jane said.

Chloe and Stacie sighed, desperate. The girls didn't know where the house was, the window led to a bunch of trees and they never saw his face.

"He never took the mask off? Not once?" Chloe asked.

"No." Jane said.

"And what did he do to you guys?" Stacie asked.

"He kept us in that room all together." Jane said. "He came in Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. He came in and gave us a sandwich individually, he unlocked our wrists so we could eat, but handcuffed them again. He was so controlling, he never gave us any chance to escape."

Chloe nodded.

"The first two weeks, he'd… he'd come in and… he'd take one girl to another room, away from the rest and… and he'd rape her. He did this to us every month." Jane said, crying. "He kept insulting us while he raped us, he'd say 'it'll hurt honey, but it'll cure you from being a queer'."

"He did this to all the girls?" Chloe asked.

"Everyone, except for Rebeca." Jane said. "Sometimes, he'd close his eyes while he was raping us and… moan her name…"

Jane wiped her tears and Chloe put her hand on top of hers, trying to show support.

"It's okay Jane, that man will never get close to you again." Chloe said.

Jane nodded and continued to wipe her tears.

"We wanna ask you more questions, but we're gonna let you rest for now, okay?" Chloe asked.

Jane nodded, thankful.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilmor, may I see you outside for a moment?" Chloe asked.

"I don't wanna be alone." Jane said.

"I'll stay here with you, Jane." Stacie offered, putting her hand on Jane's shoulder.

Jane nodded, calming down and Chloe walked out with her parents.

"Please, you have to catch that bastard." Mr. Wilmor said, angry. "After everything he did to my daughter!"

"I know your daughter will never be same after this, but I promise you, Mr. Wilmor, when we catch us, he'll never get out of jail, our ADA, Aubrey Posen, won't allow that to happen."Chloe said. "I suggest Jane goes to therapy and that she isn't left alone. We're gonna need to ask her more questions later, but we'll leave her alone for now."

Mr. and Mrs. Wilmor nodded.

"Thanks, detective." Mrs. Wilmor said.

Chloe offered them a small smile and allowed them to go back inside with Jane, while Stacie came with her.

oO0Oo

Stacie sighed as she followed Chloe to her living room and sat down on her couch.

"So how are you handling it?" Stacie asked.

Chloe sighed as she handed a glass full of water.

"The best I can." Chloe said. "Dr. Helsen has been helping me a lot, which I'm grateful for, but I'm still a nerve wrack."

"I'd be if I were you." Stacie said. "Chloe, but you have to understand that saving Beca isn't up to you alone. If at the end, we can't save her, you have to try to move from it, otherwise this is gonna destroy you."

Chloe nodded and looked down at her hands.

"I know. I'm expecting Beca to be dead once we find her." Chloe said with tears filling her eyes.

Stacie nodded, knowing this was for the best.

"It's so frustrating, Stace… Jane Wilmor was found more than a year after her kidnapping. Beca's already been missing for six months!" Chloe said.

"Chloe, he let Jane go. We have no reason to believe he won't let the other girls go." Stacie said.

Chloe nodded.

"I know." Chloe said. "Let's take day by day."

Stacie nodded.

"Yes, that's right." Stacie said. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Chlo."

Chloe offered Stacie a small smile.

"I am, but just a little bit." Chloe said.

"Still, better than nothing." Stacie said.

oO0Oo

Mr. and Mrs. Wilmor took Jane to the station as soon as she was out of the hospital and okay to talk about what happened. Stacie thought it'd be best if she talked to Jane, if Chloe did, she'd feel horrible because of Beca.

Stacie sat down in front of Jane and offered her a small smile.

"Are you feeling better, Jane?" she asked.

"Just physically, but… I'm still scared to death." Jane said and Stacie could see she was a little shaky.

"Are you doing therapy?" Stacie asked and Jane nodded. "Good, I know that will help."

"I'd feel a lot better if that guy went to prison." Jane stated angrily.

"When we catch him, he'll never get out of prison, Jane." Stacie said, putting a hand on top of Jane's. "Can you tell me what he did to you guys in there?"

Jane took a deep shaky breath.

"He kept everyone inside a small room. He'd… he'd rape a different girl every week…" Jane said. "He'd take this girl to a different room and… he'd keep the door open so we'd all hear her screams…" Jane started crying and hugged herself. "We tried to protect ourselves but… he was just too strong, he kept everyone in fear."

Stacie nodded.

"He'd… he'd close his eyes while he was raping us… and… he'd m-moan Rebeca's name repeatedly." Jane said. "But he never raped her."

"He never raped Rebeca?" Stacie asked, surprised.

"No. He never did anything to her, only to us." Jane said angrily. "Why not her? Why we?"

"I don't know, Jane." Stacie said. "Listen, we promise we'll catch him and send him to jail."

Jane nodded.

"Thanks." Jane said.

"You're welcome." Stacie said with a small smile.

"Can I go home, now?" Jane asked.

"Yes, you can." Stacie said. "I don't wanna overwhelm you." Stacie said. "Next time, we'll go to your house to interview you, is that okay?"

"Yes." Jane said and they both stood up.

Jane left with her parents and Stacie sighed, turning to the rest of the squad.

"Our hands are pretty much tied." Stacie said.

All they knew until now was that the guy wasn't keeping the girls in LA.

oO0Oo

Beca had finished her water. She was pretty damn cold, when she raised her shirt she could see her ribs and she knew she'd become skin and bones. She needed him to let her go soon, she could feel her heartbeat increase, her hair was falling out, her arms were bony and she felt dizzy. She passed out about once or twice a day, she knew she was dying.

"Rebeca! My star!" Blank entered and closed the door.

Beca was too weak to sit up.

"I brought you an entire meal." he said, showing her a plate full of food. Her eyes lit up immediately. "Because after this, my darling, we're gonna use some energy."

He winked at her as he handed her the plate. She devoured the food in under two minutes. He handed her a sandwich and she ate it all as well, then he handed her a bottle full of water and she drank half of the bottle.

"I'm glad you're hungry, babe." he said. "Now, to the fun."

He grabbed her by the arm and brought her out of the room, throwing her into the room in front of hers. He closed the door and threw her on the bed, giving her an evil smirk.

Beca looked around, then at him and saw him taking off his belt and jeans. She panicked.

"No, please don't do this!" she pleaded.

"Oh, babe, I've been waiting a year to do this." Blank said. He moved to the bed and started taking off her jeans and clothes. "Trying to satisfy myself with other girls."

Beca closed the door as she tried to fight him, but he punched her face an she cried. He held down and she felt a sudden pain inside her, which made her breathing stop and her eyes widened.

"Oh God, Rebeca, you're so tight!" he said as he thrusted into her.

Beca started screaming for help and begging him to stop. He held her wrists down, which made one of them crack and, possibly break, by the scream Beca let out.

"Please stop, it hurts so much!" she begged.

"It's supposed to hurt, honey." he said, watching her face closely. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she kept thrusting into her, moaning.

Beca screamed and screamed, her throat felt raw and it felt like he'd never get off of her, until he finally did. He smiled and got off of her, putting his pants back.

Beca started sobbing uncontrollably, feeling dead. She had been raped, this man had forced her to have sex with her.

"Come on, Rebeca. This is where we say goodbye." he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her outside the room. He took her to his car and started driving. She felt absolutely embarrassed about still being naked and she tried to cover her body.

He parked in a desert lot, full of sand. He smiled and turned to her. He got out, grabbed a huge black plastic blag and turned to her. He grabbed her by the neck and squeezed it, angrily. She tried to stop him but he was too strong. At last, she lost conscience and he smiled.

He started digging a big hole and put her inside the bag, only her feet out. He then put the bag inside the hole and started putting the dirt back.