(AN: Sorry if this seems a little patchy, I'm thought it up last night and typed it on my phone, if you have any suggestions on how to improve it please let me know. Thank you.)
Blood pooled around her as the blade sliced through her flesh with ease, the agonizing pain setting in moments later. She struggled with her binds, the flesh of her wrists raw and chafed from the rope wrapped around them, holding her in the air like a deer waiting to be skinned. Indeed, this man was a hunter a fact clear by his means of capturing the women he had murdered. 17 so far, mutilated beyond recognition. He skinned them, and mounted them on mannequins that lined the walls of his slaughter-house. The walls told the tale of his life. Barren, coated in blood, hair, and dirt. He was raised to be a relentless killer, to show no remorse. He stuttered when he spoke, unable to construct coherent sentences. It angered him to no end when she didn't respond to his advances. She was beautiful, onyx hair, skin as pale as snow, and eyes that could render any man speechless in their bright green luster. He wanted her, badly. But all she spoke of was the other women, they had been pretty too, but they didn't compare. His father always told him to go for the ones that wouldn't be missed. But he couldn't help himself.
The blade stung as he held it at her throat, crimson trails falling from her plump lips. Her eyes were closed, head turned away as a silent whimper escaped her. Her body shook, both from the biting cold and the pain. Her moved the blade down, slicing the fabric of her bra down the side, ripping the garment from her flesh and dropping it upon the ground behind him. She cried out, and he quickly covered her mouth with his hand. He had removed the rest of her clothes long before that, leaving her only in her underwear. Her blood dripped down onto him as he unzipped his pants. She mentally berated herself, her team had never known what he did to the women, would they find her now? he removed his hand from atop her mouth, grasping at her side instead, slipping his fingers into her wound as he pleasured himself. She cried out in pain, her mind reeling as she called out the name of her boss.
"HOTCH! HELP ME!" She pleaded, this angered her captor, he hooked his fingers against her rib the coppery liquid rolling out as though he had squeezed a sponge. She screamed. This he was pleased with, he wanted to hear more. He continued this torture, over and over again as he stroked his blood covered hand along his member. He reveled in the feel, it was intoxicating. But her cries did not go unheard.
garbed in the standard Kevlar vests the team ran up to the home, dense forest surrounded them. Her screams felt like knives to their ear drums. How could they not have realized that she had gone missing? Guns held at the ready, the team splits up, Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss clearing the house as Rossi and Hotch checked the barn. The bright glow of their gun mounted flashlights lit up the area. The sound of her blood curdling cries standing out against the silent night. Twigs snapped beneath their boots and the soft sound of the team relaying messages played in their ears. Hotch moved toward the door, standing at the ready as he waited for Rossi to swing open the rotting barrier that kept them from her. Her cries had ceased and they became increasingly worried. A mans voice made its way to their ears, grunts of pleasure that made Hotch's rage boil over. What was he doing to her?! Rossi slammed the door open and Hotch ran in gun held at the unsub.
"Michael Tulley! FBI!" Rossi yelled out, his eyes growing wide as he took in the sight before him. Dark purple blotches marred her skin, crimson pain flowing down in streams from the open wounds upon her flesh. Her head lulled to the side, black tresses shielding her face from the light as she hung unconscious in the dimly lit room. Her body had finally had enough and she had given in to the pain. Hotch's breath caught in his throat and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the creature that had done this, for he was less than a man. He was a monster. Michael pulled a gun from the pocket of his coat, pointing it at the two men. Shots rang out from behind the two agents as the lead justice was released from SSA Morgan's gun. Reid was unable to look at the sight before him, turning his head to the darkness of the forest as Emily Prentiss called for an EMT. Rossi and Hotch holstered their guns, running up to her body. Hotch held her close to him, his clothes getting soaked in her blood as Rossi cut the rope from her wrists. Her body fell into Hotch's arms, a whimper escaping her lips.
"she's alive!" Rossi yelled to the rest of the team. Morgan ran over, pulling the vest off of his chest before removing his jacket and throwing it over her exposed form. The cold nipped at his bare arms but as his fingers brushed against her shoulder he felt how cold she was.
"bring her here!" The EMT s shouted as they backed up the ambulance to the barn. Bright blue lights permeating the darkness around them. Hotch brought her to them as they hopped out of the vehicle, opening the back doors and pulling out a yellow gurney. He placed her on the hard surface. They strapped her in, pulling her body up and into the ambulance before asking her blood type.
"it's O+" Reid yelled out and the EMT got down to work hooking up the various iv's and hookups for a blood transfusion. Hotch jumped in the cab with them as the other EMT jumped into the driver's seat, taking off just after his partner closed and locked the back doors.