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Hey guys! Yeah, I miss you too So this is another Fan Fiction written by yours truly. It will most likely all be in Prentiss' point of view but I'll state it at the start of every chapter like I always do in case it changes anyway. Let me know if I should change the rating or not.
IF ABUSE/TORTURE, RAPE, SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/BEHVAIOUR ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS FOR YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
-A xx
Prentiss
3 days had passed since Sunday when I was taken from my bed in the middle of the night. The two men tied me up, put tape over my mouth and a bag over my head. They should have knocked me out; it would have been a much smarter idea. I counted how long it took to get here and it was a local place, only 10 minutes, give or take a few. I was now in this cold, plain, dim room with only a weak light overhanging and chains hooked to the roof beside it which I figured where for suspending something. Probably me. Every morning and evening at 6, the submissive unsub brought in a protein bar and a glass of water, giving me just enough to stay alive. Both men were bigger than me so there was no way I would be able to fight my way out of here. They wanted me for passwords into the FBI's confidential database to get information on the person they worked for or wanted. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't give them the passwords. I didn't know the passwords; that's how confidential they were.
I missed my team. We were never apart from each other for this long and I now realised how much I took them for granted. I missed Sergio too, but I think it was just the knowledge that I probably wouldn't get to see him ever again that made me feel like that.
The team promised me after I came back from Doyle, faking my own death and returning after just six months running London Interpol that they would never let anything like this happen to me again. I didn't blame them for anything and I wouldn't hold anything against them but I felt so guilty because I knew that they would blame themselves for this.
Since I had been here, I had been beaten a lot, cut several times and I had been raped 7 times already; twice daily, and I knew there was another to come tonight. I had even been electrocuted several times.
Like I had expected, they both came in at the same time. I had already eaten and had the glass of water tonight.
"You're battered and bruised and you're still a pretty little thing." The dominant said. He walked over and held my chin roughly, his thumb underneath and his index holding it there. He brushed my hair behind my ear and I close my eyes to keep the cry back as he pressed into the cut across my bare stomach. They had ripped off my shirt so I was left with my ripped shorts and bra.
"Don't worry; we've got a surprise for tomorrow. We'll bring some fresh clothes for you for the occasion." The submissive said as he untied my ankles from the legs of the chair and then moved to my wrists as the dominant played with my hair and kissed down my neck.
"The passwords?" The dom asked, taking half a step back and looking at me.
"As I already said, even if I wanted to, I can't help you. I don't know them."
"Yeah, we'll seeā¦" The sub said as he dropped the ropes and walked out. They took turns.
Tears filled my eyes and fell as I was thrown off the seat and he climbed over me. "Come on beautiful, don't be like that."
I woke back in the seat that he had tied me in when he was done making me feel worthless, disgusting and helpless. My had a headache and my head hurt externally from when he hit it against the ground last night when I tried to push him off.
I looked around the room and tears fell down my cheeks as I came to the realisation again that this definitely was not a nightmare. I was hoping for days that I would wake up in my bed and just have to talk to Hotch and attend a few therapy sessions to get the dreams under control. They were very morbid over the past few months. No, this was very real.
The tears burned my cheeks that had small gashes from all the slaps and punches and it was about 5 minutes before the dom came in this time with the bar and glass of water. He opened the bar and untied one hand, passing me the unpleasant sustenance and sitting the glass of water beside me. I didn't try to speak; I had learnt quickly that all that got me was a slap or punch and another part of my now almost non-existent dignity taken.
"Ready to give me the passwords yet?" He asked, sitting on the ground in front of me. I wanted to kick him and run but my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair again.
I closed my eyes, "I don't know them."
"Hey Leon!" He yelled out the open door. The sub stuck his head around the door and waited for him to speak, "If she keeps saying she doesn't have the passwords, we can hold a gun or knife to her, ask whoever does know, threaten her life if they don't tell us and then kill her anyway."
"Good idea. I'll consider others that would know." The sub who I know knew was called Leon said. Either they've done this before and knew they wouldn't get caught, were off the grid and not in the system or they were certain that I was not getting out of here alive or he wouldn't have used his name.
They were almost always arguing and it seemed like a miracle when they weren't. The dom was a lot meaner and abusive than Leon and that was exactly why he was the dom. Maybe they knew each other from a while back and Leon was forced into this life with him. Maybe Leon really was as cruel as him but was saving it for later. I didn't want to try and convince Leon to let me out in case that was the situation I was in. Hotch had taught me that if I was ever kidnapped, to never aggravate an unsub if it threatened my life. I wanted to do it, but I didn't want to leave my team this way. Not again. Not without at least a goodbye.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked hesitantly.
He glared at me but he nodded. He didn't want me to speak but he was curious as to what I was asking.
"You're planning on killing me, aren't you?"
"If you don't give me the passwords." He nodded.
"So you are. Can I say goodbye to my team somehow? A call, a written letter, anything. Please, I can't leave them like this." Again.
He stood up, lifted the empty glass and walked out without replying. I heard the three locks latch. A while later, Leon came in with a clean pair of clothes. He put them on the table against the wall opposite me and untied me. I wasn't to get changed yet. It was his turn to once again, rob me of my pride. I cried again.
When he was finished, he threw the clothes at me and told me to get changed in an irritated tone. He was irritated with me. He raped me and he was angry about it? I just wanted to kick him in the groan and run for my life yesterday, but today, I didn't even consider it. I guess I just knew it would never work.
I waited a while, tied again, until they both came in and the dom was holding a laptop, webcam and microphone. He took them to the table opposite me and started to set them up, the camera and screen facing me. I glanced at Leon. He was looking down my shirt. I repositioned myself and slouched slightly so he couldn't see.
Once he finished setting it up, the dom winked at me and they both walked out again, leaving me staring at a blank screen and a webcam and microphone, both switched off. I saw my reflection in the laptop, my face covered in bruises, my neck bruised with several visible handprints. They returned several times, carrying buckets of water, cloths, wheeling in a trough filled with water and a small pot that had steam coming from it, the lid closed. There was a metal pole sticking out the top. There was also a case with several knives in it.
Now I knew what Leon was into. Torture. It would probably be worse than the cuts, but the electrocution might be hard to beat.
