When her parents warned her this job would be the death of her, Rebecca didn't realise how true those words were.
The night started like any other family night would: everybody was over at Rebecca's place with Chinese takeout and drinks; it was the first night in months the team had a weekend off. When the beer supply ran out in the fridge, she went to the shed outside to grab some more. Little did Rebecca know, somebody was already there. In fact, he had been for hours, taking pictures of the team, but focused on the new agent. There was something enticing about her; if she walked into the room, everyone has to look.
When Rebecca opened the shed door, a needle was instantly stabbed into neck. All she could see before passing out were the gloves of the hidden man, the camera kit all packed up, and a body bag.
Ice cold water was poured all over her, covering Rebecca's entire body, waking her up. She blinked hard to try to focus her eyes and take in her surroundings. But it didn't work. There was nothing, just darkness.
"Hello?" Rebecca said. She tried again but louder.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" she yelled. She tried to move, but then realised that she was chained up to a wall, her limbs spread out. She wanted to cry, but didn't. One lesson she distinctly remembered was to show no emotion to the unsub; this meant they had no way to make her break, no way to get to her at all.
But this was different: this guy had stalked her and the team for almost a year and a half now. He knew everything about everyone. They weren't able to find out much about him at all, he only sent some photographs to them with messages on them. He would scratch the faces out, humiliate them through drawing childish things on the faces, or even cut the faces off, sending them separately.
Rebecca sorted her thoughts out. She tried to look around the room again, using her hearing to picture the room.
There was a generator, a loud one, the sound coming from her right. The wall behind her was stone; it was worn and gritty, but still strong. She could be in an old mansion perhaps, she couldn't be sure. The chains were slightly rusty; the room was damp, she could feel it on the wall slightly. Rebecca tried to move her legs slightly, but ended up crying out in pain. Her limbs were stretched out as far as possible without dislocating them; if she tried to move pain would flare up her legs.
Locks clicked open. The agent looked around the room, hoping to find where the source of the noise came from. A door creaked open slowly, only to reveal a black figure standing in the doorway. There was a small yellow light behind him, showing the stone floor and a wooden table in the middle of the room. There were objects on it, but Rebecca could't see them properly.
The stalker walked into the room and turned a light on before closing the door behind him. Rebecca gasped when she saw what was in the room with her. There were cables, bottles of different liquids, as well as different knives and sticks. There was a tripod set up, with a bag next to it. A laptop sat on the table, with a microphone and different keyboards. But what stood out the most was what was on the walls. The room was a hexagon shape, and on each wall were chains, the same as hers. On the one opposite her, was an unconscious body. He was breathing, but barely. It was Reid.
So that was my first chapter, I know it isn't much at all, but I would love it if somebody could give some feedback? I want to do my own original piece one day and I know people's opinions and positive criticism would help some much. Thank you. :)