Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Criminal Minds. All other characters are fictional.


JJ was carried down to the end of the empty, windowless hall, still screaming. The men stopped at the bottom of a staircase and the guy on the left said something she couldn't understand. The other guy shrugged his shoulders and pulled out a cloth hood for her head. After the hood was in place and her eyes were covered, they proceeded to pull her through the house.

She knew where she was going. She almost had this path memorized.


From his lounge chair in his bedroom, Prince Fassad could hear her coming. All that yelling and screaming. He smiled to himself. She was a feisty one. But her attitude was beginning to annoy him. He would have to do something about it before he grew tired of it. Before he grew tired of her. She had cost too much to only last a week.

The door opened and JJ was brought in. The hood over her head was removed by one of her escorts. They left her standing there in the middle of the large, ornate bedroom and took their places by the double doors.

JJ looked around. She saw him instantly on the chaise. She ignored him and turned around to see who else was in the room. Her eyes scanned her surroundings. It was always this room. The prince's king-sized canopy bed was in the middle of the wall opposite the door. There were multiple couches and lounge chairs and places to sit throughout the room. Coffee tables were in various areas loaded with fruit and cheeses and wine.

As usual, there were about 6 other people present. JJ saw a man she hadn't seen before on one of the couches in a corner. JJ was surprised to notice he was white, and not just a light-skinned Middle Eastern man, but a real white guy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin. He looked like a California surfer guy to JJ. He was sitting with a young girl, a teenager probably. JJ had seen her once before, but she hadn't spoken English. Her dark hair was tangled and disheveled, her eyes red from crying.

JJ watched in disgust as he had his hands all over her chest and face. He leaned in to kiss her and JJ saw how she tried not to flinch. This girl had learned quickly what she had to do to avoid beatings around here. With her body she showed the blonde man that she was into him, but her eyes were terrified. She met JJ's gaze with a pleading look as her soon-to-be lover started a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest. JJ had to look away because her eyes….her eyes….her eyes said it all. She was in hell.

On the floor beside the prince knelt another young woman. She kept her gaze glued to the floor. But she was close at hand should the prince need anything.

And the other man in the room was sitting in a chair on the right side of the prince. Symbolic, JJ thought, for she presumed him to be the right-hand man. He was always there in the room when JJ came. JJ gathered that he was some sort of relative of the prince. Maybe a younger brother, cousin or nephew. He was young and handsome, but he had evil eyes. They were cruel and icy. JJ remembered their last encounter with a shudder. He had stepped in to "discipline" her when she was being uncooperative. The prince had saved her then. Yelled out to the young man to stop hitting her. JJ had been too hurt and weak to resist the prince after that.

The prince continued to stare at JJ, content just to admire her for now.

JJ looked anywhere but at him. Movement caught her eye and she turned again to the corner of the room. She saw the blonde man get up and extend his hand to the girl. She took it and he led her to where the prince sat.

He spoke to the prince in French. The prince waved them off and smiled as they walked toward the door. JJ was sickened. She supposed the Frenchman liked his "gift". Well, she would never do that. She would die before she went willingly with any of the prince's friends or business associates.

After the pair exited, the prince stood and approached JJ. She tried to remain resolute and strong, but her knees started to quiver. She was still feeling weak, even though she had finally eaten a good meal.

He stopped right in front of her and looked down at her. In his perfect English, albeit with an accent, he said, "It is good to see you again, my amira."

JJ shivered as he touched her face, and then ran a finger down her neck and traced it down into her cleavage. His eyes followed his finger and hungrily looked at her chest.

Then, he continued the line with his finger over her left breast and slowly ran his hand down her arm until he was holding her by the hand. He began to walk backwards, pulling her toward his bed.

JJ took a few steps with him, her mind racing. No! She could not do this again. She could not. Her eyes went wild as she became frantic, and in an instant she wrenched her hand away from the prince. She turned on her heel and bolted toward the door, never minding the two men that were guarding it.

They were ready for her. It was not the first time she had done this. She tried to get past them to no avail. They hauled her kicking and screaming to the bed, the prince following.

In one swift move they had her up on the bed. JJ continued to scream and kick. The prince got onto the bed beside her and began running his hand along her inner thigh. The guards did their best to hold her down, but one kick got away from them and she nailed the prince right in the groin.

He fell back in pain, holding himself, but not before he gave a signal to one of the guards to administer a punishment. The guard that was holding her upper body immediately grabbed a nearby wine bottle and hit JJ over the head with it.

JJ knew she had gotten in a good kick, so she was not surprised to see the wine bottle coming toward her. She flinched and felt a moment of blinding pain, and then she was out….bright, hot blood running down into her hair and soaking the pillow.


It took a couple hours for the prince to recover from the kick, but by the time he was ready, his amira was still sleeping. He lay beside her, staring at her, but he did not touch her. He wanted to wait until she woke up. He had climbed on top of her once before when she was unconscious, but it wasn't very mcuh fun. This time he would try to control himself until she was awake to enjoy it, too.

After another hour, JJ began to stir beside him. He was right there beside her so he would be the first thing she saw when she woke up.

JJ slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing. She didn't know how she could possibly feel more lightheaded than she had a few hours ago, but she did. And she was still lying down. She looked up at the ceiling of the canopy bed, studying the lines of the orange and yellow fabric that draped across. She had studied this fabric before. It was what she focused on when the prince was pleasuring himself with her body. But now the lines were blurry, her eyesight not yet recovered from the blow to her head.

Without turning her head, she knew the prince was beside her. She could feel him. Smell him. His warm breath was hitting her shoulder.

"Hello," he whispered into her ear. "I am glad you are awake. That was a very naughty thing you did. And now you are going to make it up to me."

He reached out his hand and again ran it up her thigh, under her shift. His fingers stroked her leg and his hand followed her leg up to her hip and then her belly. He moved down a little in the bed and with two hands he pulled her shift up, all the way up above her breasts.

JJ began to cry. She didn't want to get hit again, but she couldn't help herself. She was so humiliated. The two men were still at the door, watching. She knew the evil-eyed guy was still in the room somewhere, even though she couldn't see him. And this creep was looking at her naked body. Touching her, kissing her, exploring something that wasn't his to take.

JJ kept crying as the prince went to touch and kiss her breasts. She instinctively drew her arms over her chest and hugged herself, covering them up.

The prince sat up, very annoyed that she kept ruining their special time together. He turned around and spoke in Arabic to the two men at the door

"Go get the other American woman," he said.

JJ didn't know what he said, but was glad when she saw the two men leave the room. At least her audience was gone. The prince brought his face right down above hers, and kissed her forcefully on the lips. JJ gasped for air when he pulled away. He whispered something into her face, but she couldn't understand. She just wished her nightmare would end.


Emily had been pacing in her room ever since JJ had left. How long had it been now? Surely she should be coming back soon. Emily had no watch, no way to tell how long JJ had been gone. But it seemed like an eternity. What could he be doing to her for so long?

She had cried for a long chunk of time after JJ was taken. She had stopped from sheer exhaustion, and because she had no more tears left. Who knew your body could make so many tears? She sure had never cried like that before. But this was unlike anything that had ever happened to her. She had cried for their situation, cried for what JJ was going through, cried because JJ's screams were still echoing in her ears.

The sudden sound of the key turning in the lock made Emily jump. The door opened and she ran to it, ready to take JJ in her arms and apologize again for not helping her.

Instead, she was greeted by the same two guys that had taken JJ. Only they weren't bringing JJ back. Emily felt a moment of fear as they grabbed her by her arms and hauled her out of the room.

Her fear was quickly replaced by fortitude. She would not let them know she was afraid. She would learn as much as she could about this place while she was gone. She got a glimpse of the dark, empty hallway before they put a bag over her head. And then she was half carried, half dragged along a path much like JJ had described to her earlier.

They stopped, and Emily felt the two guys open a set of doors. She could tell they entered a room, a big room. The first thing she heard was JJ crying. Oh, no. And then the bag was taken off her head. She blinked and looked around, and to her shock the first thing she saw was JJ.

JJ on a bed. JJ naked on bed. JJ naked on a bed with some guy caressing her and kissing her. While she cried and tried to cover herself. It was like something out a horrible nightmare.

From the bed, JJ could tell that the two men were back in the room. But she didn't bother raising her head to look at them. Then she heard a gasp. A new gasp. She did raise her head then, and saw Emily standing a few feet away from the bed, her mouth hanging open.

"Emily!' she cried, reaching for her.

Emily made a move to go to JJ's side, but was stopped by one of the guards. Once JJ had raised her head, Emily had seen that the whole right side of her face and head was covered in blood. It looked all dried and crusty so she hoped the bleeding had stopped. But the sight of all that blood terrified her.

The other guard brought over a chair, and Emily was forcefully pushed down into it.

The prince pulled JJ up into a sitting position, and said to her in English, "Now your friend has joined us. I know you do not want any harm to come to her. I hope for her sake you begin to enjoy your time with me."

The prince spoke to the guards in his language.

Arabic! Emily instantly recognized it. She had to suppress a smile and tried to act surprised as a knife was drawn up to her neck, even though she knew it was coming.

And then she let out another gasp for a reason completely separate from the fact that there was a sharp blade pressed against her throat. For the first time, she got a good look at the prince's face. I know him! She was certain he was the person she was thinking of. She tipped her head down slightly, hoping he wouldn't recognize her as well. But he was too into JJ at the moment to care about her.

JJ watched in horror as one of the guards pulled a knife on Emily. He had one hand on the top of her head, pulling her hair back, and the other hand held the knife to her throat.

It all became clear to JJ as the prince pushed her back down onto the bed. She knew now why Emily was here. Emily was her reason to behave. Her reason to please and pleasure. Emily was her incentive.

JJ stopped crying and allowed the prince to touch her where he wanted. She became a willing participant, a pliable clay for the prince to mold. She moved the way he wanted her to move, she touched him where he wanted to be touched. And she did it all for Emily. She did it so Emily wouldn't have to suffer. So she wouldn't have to feel what she was feeling. She did it for her, but did not again look in her direction. She couldn't bear to meet the dark brown eyes of her friend while she was doing what she was doing. She wouldn't have been able to hold it together if she did.

Emily watched it all from the side of the bed, just a few feet away. Her heart ached for JJ. She had seen the resolution in JJ the moment the knife was drawn. She knew JJ would do anything she had to in order to spare her.

The guards were silent the whole time, silent but watching. The prince was murmuring things to JJ in English and Arabic, but nothing important. Emily noted that he called JJ "amira" which meant princess. She thought it was strange for a Saudi Arabian prince to be calling one of his slave girls a princess. She made a mental note to question JJ about it later.

She tried to avert her eyes from the intimacy that was taking place before her, for JJ's sake. But each time she did she was brought back by the pulling on her hair and the knife against her throat.

When the prince finally came on top of JJ, he grunted out something to her in Arabic that caught Emily's attention. She took a sharp intake of breath, and then mentally kicked herself when the prince half-glanced in her direction. But what he said made Emily's stomach drop. What he said made her realize why JJ was there. Why JJ was his "princess". And she suddenly dreaded that fact that she knew. That she understood Arabic. For she was going to have to tell JJ what she had heard.


A/N: I can't believe another week has gone by without updating. Thanks to everybody who is sticking with this story even with the long delays. It is probably going to be about a week between chapters from now on. I got the first few chapters up so fast because I was at home on bereavement leave after my grandma died. And that was a nice (and sad!) week off, but now I am back to working full-time and I have two toddlers...so there ya go. I know where my story is going and I write it out in my head during the day, I just don't have time to sit at the computer and type it out. Very frustrating! Anyway, thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing. We will get this story done eventually. Oh, and please tell me if you think I should change the rating to M. I don't really want to so I was really avoiding being too graphic, but I will if you guys think I should.