Prentiss
Through the whole day, they dunked my head into the trough that they had put ice in to make it freezing. They put the cloth over my face and poured the water over that, making it almost impossible to breath and made me feel like I was drowning. They decided against the tool as what I knew now was a branding iron in the steaming pot. It was filled with hot burning coal. They hadn't used the knives either. Leon did most of the work; the dom assisted him when needed. It almost seemed like they had swapped places. Leon was telling the dom what to do all day, taking charge. This is what I feared. They were on an equal level; it just depended on what was happening at the time. The dom raped me again that night, marking the 10th time. He was gentler this time but it still hurt like hell. They didn't even seem to care about the passwords anymore; they were just having fun now.
They came in this morning, Leon doing his normal routine, making it 11 times, and the dom giving me the glass and bar. They told me they had another surprise at what I guessed was about halfway through the day and started the laptop, webcam and microphone up. I was scared. What were they going to do? Sell me? Live stream me on the internet? It was sickening, what people were into these days.
After a short while, I heard a small noise from the laptop and looked up. It was a web call with "connecting" flashing in the middle of the screen. After a few seconds, my team appeared on the other side. My eyes widened as I heard their gasps. The looked anxious and terrified but also relieved.
"Touch my team or their families and I will kill you." I said, trying to keep my voice level and menacing. It didn't work at all.
"Relax." The dom stood behind me and kissed my neck, "They're just going to watch."
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled and struggled against the chair helplessly. They held me still.
"Now now." The dom moved around me and held my chin. I moved my head quickly and bit down in his finger. He pulled away and cursed. He studied his finger momentarily and Leon gripped my neck tightly in his hand, choking me. I struggled to breath and he threw my head forwards after a few seconds. I sat with it bowed, coughing.
"We don't have all day." Leon said as he pulled the dom with him. The walked out and I lifted my head, finally getting air into my lungs again. I looked behind me; the door was open so I knew they were coming back. I heard water run and an ice bag open. Oh, great.
"Emily? Can you hear me?" Garcia asked. I nodded as I coughed again. "We're all so happy you're alive…" She said quietly as she typed.
"Well that makes six of you." I said quietly.
"Seven. You need to get through this, Em." JJ said.
I shook my head, "I'm done."
Derek shook his head, "Do you know them or where you are?"
"About 10 minutes from my place, the blond is Leon. I don't know anything else. I thought the brown haired was the dominant but they're pretty much even when it comes to the rape and Leon seems more in control with the torture." I decided to tell them what had happened so far by explaining who was in charge when.
"They raped and tortured you?" Reid asked in an anxious voice.
I nodded, "And something tells me they're about to again. Hang up the call when they do."
"No." Hotch said sternly.
"Hotch—"
"None of us have slept for more than two hours in 4 days. We take shifts just trying to find a single clue as to where you went. The only thing that told us you didn't leave on your own was Sergio."
"And your favourite boots." Garcia added innocently.
"If we hang up this call, we could lose contact permanently and the only thing we'll have is 10 minutes and Leon." Rossi said.
"What do they want?" Derek asked.
"Passwords to the FBI's confidential database." I replied.
"You don't have those." Hotch shook his head.
"Oh really? I didn't realise. Maybe I'll tell them that and they'll just let me go. Give me a pair of new boots for my troubles. Do you think they'll—"
"Shut up." I heard Leon say from behind me.
"You left me here with them. Did you want us to sit in silence?"
He landed a hard punch on my cheek, "Drop the attitude."
"That's not her shirt…" I heard JJ say quietly, "She would never wear that."
Blood had filled my mouth and I spat it to the side.
Leon walked out quickly and came wheeling the trough in with the dom. They brought the buckets and cloth, the knives and the steaming pot again.
"What are you going to use first?" The dom asked curiously.
"I think I'll go with the trough."
"What is this? A class? How to torture 101." I said sarcastically. I was ignoring Hotch's teachings now. I would aggravate them as much as I could. Why did they have to bring the team into it?
I was untied from the chair and I dodged the kick that Leon tried to place into my stomach. The dom grabbed my hair and Leon slapped across my face.
"The passwords." He said, crouching to my height at the ground. So they did still want them after all.
"For the last time. I do not have them." He kicked in my abdomen, hard. I hurled myself over and coughed. One hell of a kick. "Jesus, is that steel capped or something?" I breathed.
"You weren't talkative until we connected with your work mates."
"Team. We're a team."
"Oh, they are." Leon said, "But they'll have to find your replacement."
"I'm sure they already have." I said quietly, showing that I wasn't offended by his comment.
He gripped my hair and pulled me to my knees. I could hear Garcia's small sobs that she was trying to keep in. He dunked my head into the ice water and I tried desperately not to struggle. I would run out of air quicker if I did.
This went on for a while, dunking my head and removing it, allowed me to breath. I was coughing a lot and my throat and cheeks burned. My eyes were stinging.
Next he used the cloth and water. The dom held me leant back on the chair on its back legs as the water was poured over my covered face. That went on for a while before they left me lying on the ground. They took the trough and buckets out and returned within a minute or two. I didn't move from the ground. I was still coughing, freezing and weak.
They both lifted me up and cuffed my wrists. I opened my eyes and saw that they were about to suspend me. I groaned as I saw the team on the other end. Garcia crying, JJ with a few tears, Reid with tear filled eyes. Hotch had his same hard face on but it was fiercer today. Derek looked horrified and furious. I couldn't read Rossi right now. Was he on the verge of tears too?
"Oh god." I breathed quietly as Leon lifted the red-hot branding iron.
"Rip her shirt. I'll put it on her chest." He instructed. The dom nodded and obeyed.
I was now in my bra in front of me team, the clover from Doyle visible on the left side of my chest. "How'd you get that? It didn't register before; I was more focused on the lower parts of you…" The dom said. I ground my teeth together so he asked where it came from again.
"Someone from my past."
"Ah, he's dead, isn't he?"
"Who said it was a he?"
"It was Ian Doyle, a man you were put undercover to pin for many crimes but subsequently fell in love with." Leon said as he tested the branding iron on a piece of wood.
My mouth fell open slightly. Where did he get that information and why did it offend me so much?
"I did my research. You had quite a past. Tell me, does your team know about the five innocent people you killed while working in London last year?"
I cleared my throat and avoided any of the eight sets of eyes watching me.
"If anyone on your team honestly deserved this, who would it be?" The dom asked.
I ground my teeth again, "Me."
"See? You should be happy that we have you and not them. You think they're saints, for god's sake."
I stayed quiet now. I hated that he knew about Doyle. Leon walked over with the glowing stick and pressed it to the right side of my chest.
I clenched my eyes shut and tried to keep my cries in. I bit my lip when he took it off and my breathing was heavy. I looked down at it, it was an inverted cross. He put the iron back into the coal and I closed my eyes to calm my breathing. I didn't expect the iron to press back to my skin in the exact same spot. It hurt even more the second time around. Cries escaped me this time and he finally pulled it away again.
He put the brand back into the coal and picked up a small knife.
"Oh my god, just fucking kill me." I said in a bored voice as he approached with the knife. He slid it across both my wrists and blood trialled down them. I self-harmed when I was younger so my wrists and hips had a sort of tolerance now. It didn't hurt far as much as the brand.
He cut me a few times along my wrists and my thighs before he put the knife down. "Okay, I'm bored. Let's go."
The dom nodded and dropped me to the ground. My body hit the freezing concrete and he removed the cuffs. "Ready to give us the passwords yet or do we need to threaten someone else? I'm sure your boss would be happy to tell us if I held a gun to your head or a knife to your throat.
"Never will anyone tell you anything." I said quietly. He pulled my hair to make me stand and threw me back onto the chair.
"Want a cigarette?" Leon asked the dom.
"Yes." I said quietly.
"I guess you can have one." He shrugged his shoulders and the dom left one hand untied. He lit a cigarette, pressed it hard into my wrist until it went out, took another out of the box, gave it to me and lit it for me. I took it and took one puff. It was so relaxing just with one breath. I forgot the team was watching. They didn't know that I had ever smoked. I hadn't for years until today.
"You've done this before." The dom said as he lit his own cigarette.
I breathed the smoke out and looked at him, "I was a bad kid." I took another puff and blew a smoke ring, "Ha! Still got it."
"How are you possibly having a cigarette with us after what we just did to you?" Leon asked.
"It's not my first time." I rolled my eyes. "I'll give you the passwords if you untie me completely."
They looked at each other and considered it.
"I got a hit!" Garcia said excitedly, forgetting we could hear, I assumed, "Leon Jores."
The started arguing with each other then. After a few minutes of them yelling at each other, the dom drew a gun and held it up. "NO!" I yelled but I was too late in trying to stop him. A bullet went between Leon's eyes and he fell backwards. I dropped the cigarette at my side strategically where the lighter had fallen while looking at Leon's lifeless body in horror.
"You killed 5 innocent people; one man, two women and two children, and you feel sorry for a guilty man?" The dom asked me aggressively. "I was going to kill him before you anyway."
I went to reply by the lighter was a gas one like I had expected and it blew.
