Her eyes opened warily as a blinding pain shot through her left leg. She let out a small groan as she lifted her head, effectively hitting it on the chair she was sitting in. When her vision cleared, she saw she was in a room, grey, the walls made of cement, and there was only one light hanging in the corner she was facing. As she felt a chill run across her body, the brunette glanced down and gasped when she saw she was only in her bra. Her panties were missing.

"Good morning Emily."

Emily's head shot up as she tried to glance over her shoulder. "Who's there?" She groaned internally as her voice cracked.

There was a small laugh as her chair was pulled back, and effectively hit the floor with a loud bang. Her head made a sickening crack as it hit the cold, cement floor, and painful tears and spots immediately pricked her eyes.

A man, or what resembled a man's figure, entered her line of sight as he stood above her. She could make out the dark blue of his shirt and black of his pants, but no facial features as the blurring of her vision returned. "She was right. You're very beautiful, Emily Charice."

Emily's eyes widened as she heard her middle name, but immediately shut when the symptoms of a migraine hit her. "What do you want?"

The man bit his lip as he smiled, taking in the sight of her almost naked form before hoisting her chair from the ground. He smiled inwardly as her hair swayed, letting a floral scent hit his nose. He ran his fingers through her hair, just above her ears, and took two big handfuls as his hands hit the back of her head. He let his bright eyes travel over her scowling face, and he quickly realized she could actually make out the details of his face. "Like what you see, Princess?"

Emily gritted her teeth before letting her dark eyes travel to his bright blue ones. "You do NOT call me Princess. That is not your nickname to use."

"Oh, well then tell me what I can use. Baby? Babe? Sweetheart? Kitten? Sweet cheeks? Which do you prefer, baby doll?"

The brunette smirked sinfully at the chunky, blond above her. "I prefer to see you mournfully fucking yourself in the ass." She felt a gleam of pride hit her as his eyes hardened and his smile disappeared. "That sound joyous to you?"

His grunt echoed around the room as he tugged on her hair, earning a glare and a painful moan from the brunette in the chair. He let his hands release the silky hair and grab onto her neck. While his left hand squeezed her pale neck, his right traveled down to her bare thigh, and he grinned as he felt a warm liquid seeping from her private. "You're wet. Are you getting off on me hurting you?"

Emily bit her lip hard, just to get a little blood, and spit it on the man's cheek. "You fucking wish."

There was a strong silence as his face came up to hers, his eyes staring into hers. His nose barely hitting hers as she felt his breath on her face. "What's your name?"

"Charlie Harper. Nice to meet ya' dolly."

Emily's eyebrows furrowed as the man's eyes drifted towards her ample breasts. "Like the guy from tv?"

Charlie smirked as he ran his tongue down the younger woman's cheek, earning a small shiver in return. "Just like the man from tv. And you know what's weird? You looks just like a woman from one of the episodes."

"Get away from me."

Charlie shook his head as his fingers ghosted over Emily's most kept secret and sensitive spot. "Now why would I do that?"

Emily bit her lip as she shook her head, feeling one hand tighten around her neck as one of his fingers slowly began to penetrate her opening. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. Please, just get away from me."

"Oh, Emily. You look lovely when you beg."

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

Emily's eyes widened as she tried to turn her head, gaining a pain in her neck and upper back. "Aaron?"

Charlie smiled before letting go of her completely, and spinning her chair around. He watched as Emily's eyes began to water, and her chin began to quiver. "Aaron wha-"

"Emily! Are you alright?"

Emily nodded vigorously, before closing her eyes as Charlie bit her pulse point.

"Let her go!"

Emily took a quick glance at Hotch's bare chest and immediately noticed a small gash near his left hip. "Oh, Aaron…"

Hotch struggled against his restraints, his face reddening as the handcuffs rubbed against his wrists. He hissed slightly when he felt his muscles strain, and his bone almost crack.

"Aaron, stop. Stop it, Aaron! You're going to hurt yourself."

Hotch huffed as he laid his head against the wall, letting a tear fall down his cheek. "Fucking let her go, Charlie. Or I swear to God, I will find a way to kill you."

"And why would you do tha-"

"Because she's my wife, you fucking asshole!"

Emily eyes began to leak as she let out a shaky sigh. "Please, let him go."

Charlie felt happiness jump in his stomach as his hands gripped Emily's shoulders. "You know sweetie, I don't think I'm going to do that. But, what I will do…" he let his tongue slip across the shell of Emily's ear as he brought his mouth to her ear. "I will see you squirm, Agents Hotchner, and Hotchner." He smiled against Emily's cheek, seeing her mask form over her features. "Isn't that lovely? Now, there are two Hotchners, and no Prentiss'."

Emily's eyes widened as a pair of pliers hit her other cheek and slowly dragged down her neck.

"Now, let's just see how much pain you two can take."