I'd like to say I know why I'm writing this, but I really don't.

Warnings for...things.


The words wouldn't process in his mind.

Hotch stared at Abraham incredulously, bewildered at the simple way he'd stated his intentions - as if speaking of nothing more than a barter of items between them! His brow pinched, and his eyes were wide and indignant as the man continued to stare at him expectantly. Did Abraham really think he would exchange his son's life for theirs?!

His eyes hardened, and Emily recognized the ferocious protective gleam as the same one she saw when Foyet happened. "You're not going anywhere near my son," he growled dangerously; there was a change in his throaty rumble that both disturbed Emily and aroused her.

The latter of the two only served to unsettle her more.

Abraham merely rolled his eyes again. "For a federal agent, Aaron, you're rather slow," he remarked snidely, as he began to pace them again. He lingered most on Emily, tilting his head this way and that; observing calmly as Emily's breath grew heavy and her cheeks began to pink. "Your son is of no use to me here. No doubt he's weak and ruined by your wife's tainted bloodline."

He glanced at Hotch sharply over Emily's back. "She was a blonde, wasn't she? I believe her last name was Brookes, if my memory recalls." He shook his head sadly, sighing in disappointment. "Sad, the way she went. I would've at least put her to better use."

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Hotch exploded suddenly, and the man lunged for Abraham with the fury of seven devils howling in his veins. The men holding him swore at him coarsely, jostling him in their hold before a rain of fists fell over his body. A fist slammed into the side of his head, and Hotch staggered.

Emily screamed as the man crumbled, her supervisor disappeared amidst the grunting snarls and violent swears. "Hotch!" she cried, but the men hauled her away by her collar, denying her air and forcing her away with the child as they rushed to separate the tussling men. She struggled defiantly, until the man she'd clawed before raised the barrel of her own gun to her neck.

"Be a good bitch and shut your fucking mouth, or I blow it off your face," he growled, jabbing her with the cold steel. "Then you won't be pretty no more."

Emily bore her teeth at him, but did nothing otherwise. The child in her arms whimpered at being jostled so roughly, but could not protest; instead she raised her miserable face to peer into the woman's face and mewled weakly. Emily's brows softened, though the troubled mask remained as she tucked the girl back into the crook of her neck.

"It's okay," she whispered, and even she could hear the lie in her words.

Abraham sighed disappointedly as Hotch was hauled back to his feet, shaking his head at the man as if he stood before them like a stubborn adolescent boy - proving himself in any way or form he could think to. "Aaron, you waste your energy," he told the dark-haired beast lazily, smirking as he watched the man struggle and writhe against his men. His eyes were black fires on his face, more animal than man already - nearly foaming at the mouth where his blood dripped from the split lip and broken skin at his temple.

It had only been months ago that he'd first seen the broken man on the news; a serial killer out for blood had cost him his ex-wife and nearly his son. It had intrigued him from the beginning - such strength and power that radiated from the man like a beacon, and yet he was oblivious to his potential.

"Can't you see what I say is true?" he asked the man, gesturing to where Emily stood apprehensively, staring hard at the man as blankly as she could muster. Feeling anything at that point - even anger - was a waste of strength; it only seemed to invigorate their captor more to watch them.

He was a cat and they were his prey, and he wasn't nearly done with toying with them.

Abraham snapped his fingers at the door, glancing at one of his men. "Bring in the whore."

Immediately they were alert; their eyes were sharp when they met, and warily they watched as the doors opened once more and JJ was dragged back into the room. At a glance, the petite blonde was unharmed but for the collar, but when Emily caught her bright gaze, she saw the haunted look cast over her friend's face like a shadow.

"Here, pet," Abraham crooned at her, gesturing for JJ to step closer and pointed towards Emily. "Come stand by sweet Emily for me."

Stubbornly the Media Liaison kept her eyes pinned firmly at her feet, but her guide grasped her collar and shoved her forward, grunting at her. "Move along, bitch. You'd best learn to obey your Master." The threat was clear in the gun pressed into her side, and Emily saw the blonde bite down on her lip before stepping forward towards her. She glanced up at Emily's face when they were beside each other; her shoulder brushed against Emily's and the brunette's eyes searched hers anxiously for a sign.

Are you okay? What have they done?

JJ shook her head slowly, and stared wide-eyed as Abraham approached her suddenly. She stepped back on instinct but could go no further. She collided into the chest of her guide, yelping in fright when Abraham grasped the front of her dress in a fist.

"Biology is a science, is it not, Aaron?" he asked the bound man, and stared down at JJ indifferently as the blonde squirmed in his hold. "Science is fact, and this is a fact too."

He jerked his hand away roughly, and JJ screamed as the dress was pulled from her body. Her hands came up immediately to cover herself, mortified and relieved when she felt the material of her bra against her palms. Her wide eyes stared at Emily and Hotch in frightened bewilderment, but they could offer her no comfort or reason when Abraham pulled her bra away with a snap as well.

"Here now, pet." He tossed the mangled garments aside, snatching JJ's wrist in a bruising hold as he forced her forward, positioning her where he pleased. With his free hand he bundled her underwear in a fist again, and JJ whimpered as it began to rip.

"Please," she blurted, trembling and ashamed as her blue eyes welled with tears long delayed. She was painfully aware of the leering eyes around the room, and JJ would not spare Hotch or Emily a look - she knew they were straining in their bindings; she could feel the anger rolling off her Unit Chief. "This isn't necessary."

Abraham clicked his tongue at her, stroking her bare hip affectionately. "It's absolutely necessary, pet. Nature cannot be denied." He shook the ripped material from his fingers and stepped back, tilting his head at JJ as if she was a sculpture to admire - his handiwork to assess and praise. A jerk of his head at her guide had JJ's hands bound behind her back in the same heavy leather cuffs that bound Hotch's, and it was then both Emily and Hotch erupted.

"Leave her alone!" Hotch snarled, and JJ flinched at the grating sound of his chains straining on his body. Perhaps they were not as heavy as Morgan's or as thick, but the bindings they'd attached to the man were extensive. It terrified her to think of the amount of strength he truly held in his body. "If you want to play a game, Abraham, you play it with me, and not anyone else!"

The man looked amused. "But they're part of the game, Aaron! We can't play without our toys, can we?" He strode to Emily then, blinking when the brunette curled away from him with a hiss, shielding the child. Her dark eyes flashed at him, and Abraham smiled.

"See, Aaron? The fight in her will always be stronger; the tenacity is what makes her dominant over the sweet pet there." He grasped Emily's collar, forcing her forward with a choke hold until the woman was inches from him. His grey eyes blazed maliciously at her as he ripped the child from her arms, passing the whimpering girl to one of his men before grasping Emily's jaw once more.

His breath was heavy and hot as he stared at Emily's face; the arousal was clear in his eyes as he trailed his eyes hungrily down her pale body. His hand spanned down to the straps of her dress, toying with the thin material idly before undressing her with the gentlest touch. "I'm sorry I can't be Aaron for you, sweet Emily," he said as Emily shuddered. "But don't worry - soon enough, you'll be purring at his caresses like a kitten."

"Maybe when you're six feet underground," Emily gritted, and threw her head back indignantly when one man came to bind her hands as well. She fussed and flexed her wrists, aggravated by the harsh leather and rusted metal clamps. Her eyes met Hotch's over Abraham's shoulder, and found the man glaring back with more black hate that she had ever seen in a man's eyes.

His eyes snapped away from Abraham's back to her face; it took a moment for the intensity to dim somewhat as he cast a speaking look at her.

Don't antagonize him. Show him nothing.

The dress pooled at her feet, and his hands caressed her skin as he unfastened her bra as a lover would. He trailed it down her arms torturously slow as his eyes flashed with wicked pleasure at the look of disgust and shame on Emily's face - and the low pull of her brow that could not hide her conflict of emotions roiling inside her.

The humid air whispered on her bare skin; her nipples hardened despite herself, and her skin began to flush. Frantically she scrambled for a reason - the drugs he'd pumped her full of from before. It gave her an awareness of everything around her; what she touched, smelt, saw. She had taken LSD once when she was younger - it felt like she was on it all over again.

"Observe them, Aaron," Abraham said suddenly, as he stepped back towards the fuming man whose eyes were cast away from the nude women, glaring down at the floorboards as his cheeks scored pink from anger and embarrassment. The fair-haired man frowned at Hotch, almost pouting at the man's defiant disregard of the fine specimens before him. "Come now, Aaron - they're here for our pleasure. I'm afraid I'll have to punish all of you if you don't. They failed in pleasing you, and you, well - you failed to be a man."

He shrugged. The whip swayed softly on his belt. "Your choice."

Gritting his teeth with such strength it creaked his jaw, Hotch finally raised his blazing gaze to Emily and JJ. It burned in his chest to see them so exposed; the self-conscious mask of shame and fear on both their faces that he never wanted to see ever again. The bright pink flush of their cheeks - embarrassment from JJ and righteous indignation from Emily, it only served to please Abraham more.

A growl rose threateningly in Hotch's chest when Abraham began to pace them; leering at them like they were prized thoroughbreds to invest in. He hummed and crooned and caressed their skin, brushing his disgusting fingers along Emily's arm, chuckling at the goosebumps and smoothing his palm over her breast.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" he said, as his hand caressed the pebbling nipple of the brunette's breast. Emily writhed and bucked away from his touch, hissing at his face, but Abraham seemed only to delight in her fighting. "Nature dictates the dominant traits for us - the dominant pair to survive and carry on their bloodline."

He stepped back, turning to Hotch as the man snarled at him a vicious spew of swear words. "Look at them, Aaron, and tell me you don't see why Emily is such a finer creature than the whore."

"She has a name!" Emily spat, but the man reproached her with a simple lash of his whip across her hip.

JJ jumped and Hotch lunged for him, but even the man could not ignore what was before him. He couldn't help but notice - his mind was too sharp to dismiss the blatant differences in Emily and JJ's bodies. Naturally he had noticed before, but never in such detail.

Emily was taller, of course. She stood with a leaner build with more muscle as compared to the blonde's slighter, petite body. Her breasts were fuller, her hips flared only by that much more, but Hotch couldn't for the life of him understand why he thought it more alluring than JJ's slender build.

Haley was thin and petite too. It threw him to think that he was reacting to Emily as strongly as he was - she was the complete opposite of his ex-wife.

…And yet, wasn't that the point?

Abraham smiled as he observed the changes in the man's face. "Ah, yes. You see it too, don't you?" He touched Emily's hair, combing his fingers through it lovingly. "Such a fine creature, bred from the best stock possible, I'm assuming." He cupped her chin, stroking her jaw and running his finger along the side of her nose.

"Hitler had the right idea, you know," he said idly, grinning when she moved to recoil. His hand tightened on her jaw, nearly crushing it in his hold as she whimpered and yelped in pain. "You eliminate the strongest bloodlines to breed even stronger warriors. It's selective annihilation - you give the weaker ones a chance, and at the same time create a super-bloodline of unshakable warriors for the next generation."

Emily bore her teeth at him; tears pooled at the corner of her eye from the agony of his crushing grip. "You clearly failed history in high school," she muttered, and was unable to smother the sharp cry as he lashed his whip across her thighs again.

"You've made your point!" Hotch blustered then, and his restraints groaned in his roiling grip. "Let them go - they've done nothing to deserve this!"

Abraham seemed deaf to his thunderous words, and instead strode towards JJ with a languid smile and his whip limp in his hand. "You're a fine little whore too, Jennifer," he cooed, cupping her face. "Don't worry - I'll have use for you yet." He tilted her head this way and that, clucking his tongue disapprovingly as he ran his hands along her body.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, petite figure - you're the pure definition of a Southern belle, aren't you?" He glanced at Hotch. "Do you like this sort of thing, Aaron? The type that'll lie nice and quiet under you like your wife used to?"

That was the final straw. With a ground trembling snarl, Hotch broke free from his captors, and barreled headlong into Abraham.


Here's another warning for the next chapter: there be whipping and things and basically brace yourself.