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'His doing this deliberately, keeping them gagged and not us.' Hotch said looking at the moment, JJ was crying still, Penelope was crying intermittently and Emily was sitting emotionless, several tears escaped in pain. 'Girl's are you okay?' He got nods and shrugs of the shoulders. 'I want you put your hands up, show us and twist them so we can see what's happened got it?' They all nodded. 'JJ?' JJ complied; one large hole through the middle, little ones dotted all over, puncture holes literally covering all other spare space. She then dropped her hands. 'Penelope?' She did the same, with almost identical injuries. 'Emily?' The process was repeated and the conclusion was drawn that all three women had identical wounds, which meant blood flow was going to be the same on them all.
The door then swung open, the man with the unhealthy breathing came in but there were louder footsteps that followed. The women's eyes widened as three men followed the man from earlier. They saw the new metal contractions in his arms and the panic grew as he placed them against the wall. 'Men you have 10 minutes, take your pick, have some fun but I do not want them back conscious.'
'No! Leave them alone!' Hotch yelled as all men thrashed against the barbed wire in desperation.
'Aaron Hotchner... what are you going to do about it?'
'Kill you when I get out!'
He laughed again. 'How about you Derek Morgan? Or you Spencer Reid or even you David Rossi?
'I will personally kill you slowly if you hurt them.' Derek spat out, his eyes never leaving Penelope.
'Men, do what you've been paid for.' The three men did as they were asked and the women were unclasped and taken. The men watched as the metal contraptions on the wall were changed with what he had brought in. They all saw that the belt like devices had one long spike on it, there was no way they could help the ladies now but again they tried to break of the barbed wire. The man paced, back and forth, back and forth.
'What are they going to do with them?' Derek asked after his mind grew with images of Penelope getting beaten.
'Oh it's just a 10 minute bit of fun between them.'
'Why have you taken us?' Rossi asked after shaking his head of all the scenarios of what 'fun' could be had.
'I just think people deserve a chance to perform their abilities.'
'Their abilities?' Reid said in disbelief.
He just smirked. 'Here they come.' He said, the men had lost track of time, the fastest 10 minutes of their lives they had to agree. JJ was put down first. 'Now, now wait for all three ladies to be down.' Penelope was slumped down and then Emily. 'Okay 3... 2... 1.' All three men closed the new restraint with its new contrivance. They then all just left.
The men looked at the women; JJ had 2 black eyes evidently showing already, a nose bleed and a few scratches. Penelope had a cut to her head, two cuts around the tape on her lip and a bruise coming out on her jaw. Emily had a black eye, a cut along her jaw and bruising to her cheek. Now they saw the creeping blood as it climbed like ivy on their clothes, it wasn't deep but the initial blood flow was always heavy enough. The spike wasn't as long as they first anticipated but it was still long enough.
They sat for ages feeling like they had done nothing to help the women and now injuries were beginning to tally up. They released a bit of pent up breath when Penelope groaned with an evident headache and opened her eyes, as her eyes adjusted and her mind caught up she looked at where the sharp pain was ricocheting from and her eyes widened at the evident mental digging into her stomach.
'Penelope, it can't be deep okay?' Hotch tried to reassure. 'Penelope look at me, at us.' Penelope looked at him, her eyes darting between them. 'It's not long enough to be deep, just don't move much, if you move it will dig in.' She nodded. 'Are you okay?' He sighed after saying it, it was not really the question that was to be asked in this dilemma but he needed to know, he sighed even more when she just shrugged. They watched her raise her hand shakily and press the base of the palm without cuts to it to her head. She then just let her hand dropped, as it began to throb and her head continued to pound. They fell into a silence again; Penelope's eyes stuck to her hands, the men looking from each woman to the next. They noticed Penelope trying to close her hand, even if in a simple cup shape but she got frustrated that she couldn't even put her index finger to her thumb.
'Pen... leave it be.' She looked at Derek, her eyes wide with terror that she couldn't achieve a simple command. 'P your hands are damaged leave them, you'll only make it worse.' She nodded and gave up, no longer after that the door flew open and hit the wall forcefully. They heard a sigh and nothing more; the man just walked in and unlocked the iron restraint. Penelope's breath hitched as the spike was pulled from her side, and the colour loosened from her face as she felt sick. The men ripped their arms to shreds as they watched him take her but again much to their frustration to not prevail.
In the time since Penelope had been taken Emily woke up, her initial response was to move against the foreign dig in her side. Hotch stopped her, and they repeated the process they had done with Penelope. They heard the door get opened and they could only watch from Emily what was happening. Her emotions swam from terror, to fear, to worry, to sadness and endless others. They heard a thud and then the sound of tape being ripped off skin, they then heard the sound of pain from the glue that had attached too much. They then heard the coughing of Penelope and then she was brought into view and then fettered to the wall again, the pain ripping through her facial expressions. Then Emily was taken with much belated protests.
'Pen what did he do?' They asked as they took in her dishevelled look, wet from the shoulders up. She continued to cough and then put her head back as though it was difficult to breath temporarily.
'Head... underwater.' She said in amongst coughing. She heard 4 angry lots of breathing and then a groan coming from the blonde on her left. She coughed again and used one of her hands to gently apply pressure to the spike that was now inserted in her other side, too many pains to concentrate on one alone.
Again Hotch repeated the process with JJ and she stayed calm, Penelope had now forgotten her pain and put her hand on JJ's leg. She continued to cough long after Emily was brought back and JJ was taken.
'Em you okay?'
'Yeah... I guess.' She croaked, the same wetness that Penelope had. 'Why is he doing this?' She said confused, her job background completely forgotten as the pains pulsated through her lungs, and her stomach and her hands.
Rossi looked at the men and they nodded. 'He is trying to give people the chance to do their abilities.'
'So he's holding us so he can be a psycho?' Penelope spoke with a clearer voice.
'One of them... he's stopping us from doing our job.'
