So this is my very first fanfic and I'm sure that it's one of the darker ones, but after reading so many awesome stories I just couldn't NOT write this.
WARNINGS for rape, torture and darkness.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was pain.
I couldn't remember the last time that I had felt such an amount of pain—not even when I was giving birth to Henry had I felt anything like it.
The second thing I noticed was that I was tied up, my hands behind my back, my ankles tied together and to something—I wasn't completely sure what—cutting off most of the circulation to my feet. There was something in my mouth, preventing me from making a sound louder than a muffled moan.
Throbbing.
My feet and hands were throbbing, tied so tightly that every beat of my heart hurt. But that wasn't the worst of it.
The worst of it was my dislocated shoulder, I guessed. Or maybe it was my broken wrist, or the bruise on my left cheekbone—it felt like the hit I had taken there had broken something—where the skin felt too tight over my bones.
When I opened my eyes—my left eye staying shut—I noticed the darkness around me and my heart skipped a beat.
I had been taken in the morning, which either meant that I was somewhere without windows, or I had been out for most of the day. I hoped with all of my heart that it was the first possibility because that meant that I hadn't been gone for as long as I thought, and that meant that I still had some time before they would come to get me.
And that meant that my team still had some time to find me.
Somewhere in the distance a door opened, then closed. There were footsteps above me, which could only mean I was in a basement of some kind. The footsteps came closer, and my entire body tensed with anticipation.
I would meet my captor in three...two...one—the door opened and the light streaming in blinded me for only a second. The figure at the top of the stairs stood, looking down on me. For a second I thought I saw a smile, but as soon as it came, it was gone.
"I was wondering when you'd wake up." His voice was low, practically a growl as he slowly descended the stairs. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he seemed concerned about my well-being. He kept his gaze trained on me as he came closer, inspecting every inch of me.
I hummed against the gag in my mouth and he chuckled, as if I'd just said something funny.
"How rude of me." He removed the gag and flashed a smile at me again, sending chills through my body. "How are you feeling, Jennifer?"
I shouldn't be surprised that he knew my name but I was.
"I seem to be at a disadvantage here." I said instead of giving him an answer. I tried not to flinch when he touched me again, this time to help me sit up. Did he really think that was what I meant?
"You certainly are at a disadvantage. That's not going to change anytime soon." His hand lingered on my hips and I bit the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from saying anything. "Would you like some water?"
He didn't wait for me to answer but presented me with a bottle of water, still sealed. He opened it slowly and in clear sight, probably knowing that I wouldn't drink anything that could be contaminated, even in front of my face. He lifted the bottle to my lips and I took a couple of gulps of water before he took it away again.
"You could always untie me," I said instead of thanking him, like he was expecting. His face fell and his anger flashed in his eyes before he got it under control again. Of all cases that I'd worked, I'd never seen an unsub so in control of his anger.
"You could always just be thankful that I even bother with something so menial as this." His voice had gone back to that low growl and I bit my lip as my heart started beating even faster.
"Thank you."
"That's better," his smile was back, feeding into my panic even more than his anger had. There was something about him that scared me even more than any other killer had ever done. His sophisticated manners, his gentlemanly ways got on my nerves.
"What do you want from me?" I shifted, my body tense and every bone seemingly hurting. We had been trying to catch this man for at least six months and had never been able to find where he kept his victims, or even who he was.
"Right now, all I want to know is how long it will take for you to break." He straightened up so that he could tower over me and look down at me before he continued. "I've had several agents from several government agencies, and it's been a pleasure trying to find their breaking points."
"What does it give you?"
"You need to listen!" He snapped before he took a deep breath and regained his composure. "It gives me pleasure, Jennifer. And that's all I'm looking for here."
Before I could ask him another question, he strode out of the basement, his head held high and his whole demeanor showing just how much he liked the situation.
The door closed behind him, leaving me in the damp darkness alone.
My mind went back to the moment I woke up. I couldn't remember when I was taken, or even how I got hurt so badly. How did my wrist break? How did I get any of the injuries that I could feel at this point?
My brain couldn't—or wouldn't—give me the answers that I sought. I knew—from dealing with victims of a kidnapping—that the mind would do everything in its power to protect you from painful or traumatic memories and that there was nothing that I could do in that moment to remember.
All I could do was wait and maybe even plan a way out. And all I could really do, was hope for my team to find me in time, because if they didn't it wouldn't be pretty.
