Thank you guys so much for reading! As is commonly mentioned in the disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, the characters, or anything else from the show. (But how freaking cool would that be, am I right?!) Also: I am VERY sorry to the followers of this story. Over a year is way too long to wait for the next chapter in a story. But I will say that this story is complete! :D So you can stay up late and procrastinate on a school project, or pretend to be working when your boss goes walking by, or snuggle up at your home with your pet and a nice hot cup if tea. ;) So I hope you enjoy and please, as always: review! This is my first criminal minds fanfiction, so please let me know what you liked, didn't like, if I got any facts wrong, didn't explain or tie up something as well as I thought I did, or if you just want to talk to this crazy cat lady. :p This has no real specific timeline, except its before Prentiss left the team. Read on. lovelies!

Evelyn struggled against the ropes that kept her tied to the chair. Her wrists were raw and starting to bleed, but she had to fight. You have to. You can't let him win. She thought over and over again. She'd been here for two weeks, or had it been three? Four? She couldn't remember. He kept her so full of drugs that she could barely remember her own name.

Evelyn Gifford.

The hood he put over her head smelled foul and blocked out all the light, keeping her from seeing anything. She wasn't the first one he'd abducted and forced himself on.

Sick bastard.

She could still taste the blood in her mouth from when he'd hit her earlier, but she couldn't feel it. She couldn't feel anything. She felt numb; she guessed that was also the drugs. He'd been gone for a while now, but he could be back at any time. If she was going to get away, she had to get out now.

Her blood made her wrists slick, and she was able to work one free. She pulled the hood off her head and was assaulted by the light. The room wasn't that bright, but having the black hood over her head for god knows how long put a bad strain on her eyes. The room was bright and blurry at first, but eventually things came into focus. There was almost nothing in the slate gray room, except for her and the table that had his stereo and several terrifying instruments on it; most of them stained with dry blood. The heavy smell of iron and his cologne hung in the air, and a wave of nausea struck her as she remembered just how long it had been since he'd fed her.

Several days, at least.

She looked down at her barely clothed body to see how emaciated she was. Since she'd been abducted he'd kept her in nothing but her bra and underwear. She could see she was thinner, but not skeletal. She began to undo the other hand, forcing it out of the tight restraint. Once she got it free she tried to stand, but almost fell when her blood rushed to her head. She steadied herself, and then made her way towards the door. She was weak, but she managed to get it open, and started to make her way down the dark hallway. She felt her way around, letting her hands guide her through the pitch black hell. She soon found a wooden staircase that led to freedom, and began to climb. She could see light at the top, but just as she reached it he appeared in the doorway and grabbed her by her hair. She screamed out when he wrapped his fingers around her dark brown hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him.

"Hello sweetie, did you miss me?" He teased her as he kicked her in the gut hard with his thick leather boot. She toppled down the stairs and landed on the ground in a heap. She could feel that a few of her ribs had been broken, and the strong iron taste in her mouth told her that something had been punctured. He began to drag her by her hair back to small room. She kicked and struggled, but he was too strong. She knew she'd never escape now. "Now why would you misbehave? You know it only makes me angry!" He tossed her back into the room, making her collide into the wooden chair. He went to restrain her again, but she kicked him hard in the groin. As he fell forward she ran for the door. But he was too fast, and he grabbed her by the hair again and threw her to the floor. Before she could move again, he was on top of her, his eyes burning with malice and rage.

No, no this can't be happening!

He put his hand around her throat and pulled a knife off of his belt. Her vision went blurry again as he clamped his hand around her throat even tighter. Even with all the drugs he had her on, she could still feel the searing pain of his knife. The edges of her vision began to darken as she felt her life leaving her.

"You're nothing special, whore. I'll find someone to replace you." He smiled darkly at her.

Please god no. Don't let this happen to anyone else. Please let me be the last one.

The unsub heard Evelyn breathe for the last time. He chuckled as he turned on his song, and began to finish his work.