I got an idea for a story as I was writing another. This is the start of it. I will post a second chapter as soon as I am done with my other story wich should be by next week. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think.
Just to give a background her and Hotch are in love with one another but nothing has been taken very far. They've had one kiss. She has already released all her pain and baggage to him and their relationship was growing, but this might put a kink in things. One thing for sure is she can't make it through without him.
The room was eerily silent as Emily lay sleeping in her bed. She was unaware of the nightmare that was about to take place.
An enormous amount of pressure was felt on her face pushing her head further into the pillow jumping her into consciousness. She opened her eyes to a black hooded figure whose face was hollowed out by the darkness. The knife he held in his hand glimmered in the moonlight. It was brought up to her neck where the cold blade was felt faintly against her skin.
Her breaths were harder to get when an immense amount of pressure was felt on her abdomen. She leaned her head back pushing it further in the pillow, trying desperately to expand her airway.
The pressure came from a second hooded figure that was straddling her torso, he kissed her neck trailing down her bare chest, stopping at the top of her nightie.
Emily struggled but when she did the knife was felt increasingly more. Her hands were jerked above her head and held down at the wrist, letting her mouth be free to take in air. The hooded figure with the knife and holding her wrists down to keep her from fighting said, "I wouldn't scream if I was you."
Going out without a fight was not Emily's way of doing things. She kicked her feet and suddenly felt them being held down. The figure on top of her ran his fingers across her bust down the sides of her torso. He then picked himself up allowing his hands to slide along her thighs where they entered under her nightie sending chills all over her body.
"Please stop. Don't do this." She pleaded trying to fight, but the hooded figures restraining her would not let up. Her voice was in a low tone, not yelling or screaming. Her body was succumbing to the torture about to take place, and then a sting of pain in the side of her neck, blinked her into unconsciousness. The hooded figure above her head was the last image before being encompassed by total darkness.
The sun crept through her windows at the start of a new day. Sergio was kind enough to rub against her arm waking her on a sunny Saturday morning. Emily let her hand run across the softness of Sergio's back as she said to him, "Did you have to wake me up so early Sergio, its Saturday."
She opened her eyes to the bright sunlight and then closed them to a faceless, hooded figure flashing before her eyes. She gasped, sitting straight up in bed startling Sergio enough to leave the room.
She looked at her wrists and saw bruises. Half of her body was still covered by the bed sheets. She was afraid to look. Emily got slowly out of bed without looking down and walked over to her full length mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door. Her body seemed to ache unusually as she took the few steps, she pushed her door shut and was exposed to the nightmare that took place. Bruises covered the length of her legs in various places. Hickies appeared to encircle her neck and trail down her bare chest stopping at her bust.
All she could remember was up to the point where the pain entered her neck. She tried to talk herself out of it, surely she wasn't…she couldn't say it. This couldn't happen to her. She was at a loss in how to react, should she call someone, did anything even happen, or was she a victim of rape and had all three guys raped her? She began to panic. Her breathing quickened as if she was trying to catch her breath. Her knees became weak. She was hyperventilating. She had to stop before she surely passed out from lack of oxygen intake.
The next reaction she had was to jerk off all her clothes and jump in the shower. Un-cleanliness enveloped her skin; maybe if she jumped in the shower, when she came out all the bruises would be gone. She had to try. Emily felt as equal or less to a piece of used garbage.
Upon entering the shower she grabbed a loufa and began to scrub. She scrubbed till her skin was burning red. She couldn't wash away the dirty. It was embedded in every fiber of her being. She slid down to the floor of the shower leaning against the wall. The steaming hot water mixed with her tears as she cried for the purity that was lost in an evil act. "Why didn't they just kill me?" She brought her knees up to her chest and held them tight against her, letting her head fall on top of her knees hoping to cry away her exsistence.
I don't usually like to inflict so much violence on one of my favorite characters but I felt a need to write it. So here it is. Please review I love to know your thoughts. Do think I should continue?