Sorry this chapter is a little short.
Trust Me
Chapter 4:
Prentiss and JJ walked into the room where the real crime happened, Samuel and Carly's bedroom. They walked in to find broken glass on the floor and two puddles of dry blood on the carpet and against the wall. Emily opened her mouth to talk but was interrupted by her phone. She looked at the screen and answered it.
"Hey, Morgan, how did the interview go?" she asked.
"Good actually. Reid and I are going back to the station. Are you and JJ almost done?" he asked over the phone.
"Uh, yeah we're almost done, just give us some more time," she said and hung up.
"Okay, so by the looks of the blood, Samuel was the one that died first, his blood is dyer then Carly's," she informed, pointing at the stains.
"I can see that. And looking at that glass makes me think there was a struggle," JJ said.
"Well it couldn't have been Carter's parents, they both died against the wall, which mean the unsub must have made them stay there," Emily said.
"You think Carter tried to fight the unsub?" JJ asked.
"If she did I'd say it wasn't that much of a fight."
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The doctor pulled out the bodies of Karen Bogsley and Tiffany Clark. He gently removed the white blankets above them so Hotchner and Rossi could see the damage. The girls looked exactly the same, black hair and light blue eyes. Both teenagers had the same marks. Both had two bullet holes on their stomach, and only their stomach. Cuts and bruises decorated their faces and dirt was smudge into their skin.
"The one thing that creeps me out is that they both have scars under their chins," the doctor said, pointing at the mark. He was right; the scars were in the exact same place.
"So now we know that our unsub has a signature," Hotch said.
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Morgan and Reid stepped out their SUV and headed inside the police station where they had found Emily and JJ sitting there quietly.
"You two look like you've seen a ghost," Morgan said with a chuckle.
"Try two," JJ said. "Those poor parents, Carter must be devastated."
"How much more time does she have left?" Morgan asked.
"A full week," Reid answered, recalling the entire presentation earlier.
"So what, Hotch and Rossi aren't here yet?" Morgan asked.
"We're all here a little early," Prentiss answered.
"Did you guys find anything interesting?" JJ asked.
"We've got Garcia checking in on owners of black, windowless vans," Reis said.
"Was Carter taken in one?" Prentiss asked.
"That's what her neighbor witnessed," Morgan said, leaning back in his chair. Before any of the others could speak up to keep their conversation alive, Hotch and Rossi walked in and sat down immediately.
"Our unsub has a signature," Rossi said.
"Really?" Prentiss asked.
"Yeah, he marks them all on the left side of their chin and all of his victims have black hair and blue eyes," Hotch confirmed.
"So does that mean that the unsub has a friend or family member with that description?" Reid asked.
"I'll ask Garcia if she'd found anything close enough," Morgan said picking up his phone and standing up.
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Carter's eyes opened slowly and she raised her aching head, cracking her neck as she did so. She felt as if she had been sleeping on rocks, her head hurt, her wrists hurt, and her heart hurt. She began to think back at how her parents were killed. She wished none of this ever happened, she wished she was just dreaming and was in her warm bed at home, but she wasn't. She was in a hellhole and her captor was the devil. The crazy thoughts started to swarm her head and she felt she was going to go insane again. But she also didn't want to take her anger out on the wall again.
Carter stood up and ignored the aching pain in her head. She began to walk around to the steps and looked up. A dirty white door was at the very top and she had the daring temptation to walk up and turn the knob. What did she have to loose anyway? She swallowed hard and walked up to the door slowly, flinching every time a step would creek under the soles of her Chuck's. When she made her way up to the door, she reached out her bound wrists slowly and just kept them there, hesitating. She swallowed hard and reached forward again, but her heart jumped when the door flew open and her captor was right there.
He stared at her coldly and Carter couldn't even breathe staring at his aggravated eyes. He took a step forward and set his bulky and on her shoulder, forcing her to walk back down the stairs. She whimpered as he did, afraid he was going to push like he had threatened almost a week ago.
"Trying to get out, huh?" he asked her as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"People must be looking for me, I have to get out of here," Carter said. Without warning, her abductor smacked her across the face like lightning. Carter hit the ground and cried as the taste of blood began to linger in her mouth. She quickly felt her lip and found blood. The man lifted her back up and slammed her against the wall.
"You don't ever talk back to me!" he screamed at her. Tears of fear rolled down Carter's face as she apologized over and over. He slammed her again to get her to shut up. He grabbed his pocket knife out and held it close to her face.
"It's time," he said.
"For what?" Carter asked. The man took out a roll of duct tape and ripped off a piece, making Carter's heart beat increase. "For what?" she repeated, nervousness filling her voice.
"At the end of the first week, I always 'mark my territory', on my 'guests'," he said. Carter looked at the knife with confusion, but before she could react, he pressed the tape over mouth with extra pressure and tapped her cheek with a smirk.
"But I can't have your screaming brake my concentration," he said. He pulled the knife closer to her face; she didn't know what he wanted to do so she tries to run. Her captor already saw it coming and pinned her down to the floor as she screamed under her gag.
"Shhh, it'll be over in a minute if you hold still," he whispered. Carter whimpered as he brought the tip of the knife to the left side of her chin and began to carve. The knife shredded her skin and scratching her. She screamed and screamed from the pain but no one could hear her. They never will. He did it slowly and painfully just so she would suffer. She could feel the warm blood run down to her neck and her chin began to sting like hell the second he was done. He ripped the duct tape off and stood up looking at her from above as she lay on the floor with a bloody chin.
"Try to escape again and I'll do something even worse," he said in a low voice. Carter weakly nodded her head and still cried, her tears stinging her cut. Her abductor smirked at her and walked up the stairs. Leaving Carter bleeding on the floor.