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Story Warnings: Strong Violence, Sexual Situations and Coarse Language. Deals with an Assault and Sensitive Issues **If this is not your thing, as I do not wish to offend, please do not read** Thank you!
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Heart of Hades
Chapter IV: Part II Purgo
"Remove my sin, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." – Psalm 51.
Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen…
Cinching his eyes shut, heavily panting through the pain as those long, lithe fingers bent, twisted and jabbed enthusiastically at his injured arm. The filthy cast around his wrist had been removed; revealing the swollen bruised limb to the woman's dark, apathetic gaze.
Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon, Sodium – a sharp, manicured nail scratched at the tender flesh, making him grit his teeth – Magnesium, Aluminum, Silicon, Phosphorus…
"How long can you keep that up?" strident voice biting every word, savoring his misery as she slowly entwined their fingers together only to quickly, brutally, snap his wrist back – forcing his eyes to shoot open.
Sulfur, Chlorine, Argon…Potassium, Calci-…
His mantra faltered – breaking the rhythm of chemical elements from the periodic table and opening his mind up to the impending discomfort that had already pooled sweat between his furrowed brows.
"Ah, poor thing," she grunted, giving him a toothy grin. "Not very long, I see."
The loud sloshing clatter near the door, had him peeling his eyes off the stern woman to discover Nicolay carrying a metal bucket filled with ice water.
"You're a Doctor, no?" Katya tucked a loose curl behind her heavily pierced ear; eyes flashing like a storm of excitement as she gave his cheek a firm pinch. "Then I don't need to explain what this is for."
Nicolay dragged a short stool next to his wooden seat, plopped the bucket on top of it – splashing cold water all over the place, only to wait patiently for Katya's command.
"L-Leave hmm 'lone," Hotch's slurred protests pulled a throaty chuckle from her pursed lips.
"Isn't that cute, Dr. Reid," Katya taunted, stepping towards Hotch – running a hand through his greasy chestnut locks, pulling and tugging, until he groaned incoherently. "All drugged up, and he's still trying to lead."
Heated obscenities billowed over the rattling of chains scraping against cement, causing Katya to pull out her gun and slowly drag it along Aaron's jaw, as her scrutinized gaze stared mockingly across the room.
"I won't warn you again, Agent Morgan!" she gritted out; tapping the gun against the stitched wound of Hotch's cheek.
Derek stopped shaking the cage door, though he didn't step back, and Spencer felt only slight relief when he saw the rest of his team standing guard inside the sturdy enclosures; doing their best to send him support, but the striking daggers of concern and anger lingering behind their narrowed gazes, only fueled the suffocating tension that twisted around the room and angrily picked at the gnawing dread that churned his gut.
"Go ahead," flicking her wrist towards the rugged man, waiting until Reid's arm was loosened from the restraint before she holstered her weapon. "Let's fix that arm."
Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium…
Methodically listing the chemical elements once more, only to grit his teeth and slam his head back into the wooden headrest, as his battered arm was submerged into the frigid water. Tears sprung from his eyes, as his adrenaline slowly faded; easily disarming his focus and forcing him to feel the piercing ache, though not wanting to see her satisfaction; refusing to let them fall, he quickly blinked them away.
"Let him go!" Morgan roared, though his defiant reaction was drowned out by Emily and JJ's thunderous outrage.
"Stop it!" JJ's shrill scream echoed around the cold, sterile walls, as her arms flailed wildly against the restraints. "You're hurting him!"
Only for Emily's vicious "Fuck you!" to make Katya jump back onto the large metal table; legs swinging while she picked at the imaginary dirt underneath her nails.
Long minutes crept by and Spencer's whimpers slowly quieted down and his body stopped thrashing.
"The ice is to numb the pain," twirling a raven lock, looking over her shoulder at the cages. "It's not my fault that Dr. Reid here can't handle drugs," dark eyes sparking with mischief. "What's he addicted to?"
"Dilaudid," Ivan grunted, holding up a needle beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, as he tapped the glass vial with his fingers.
"Dangerous shit," she shrugged, crossing her ankles, narrowed gaze landing on Reid; who was now slumped in the wooden chair. "Have to be very…careful with it."
"Don't you fuckin' think about it!" Derek growled, nostrils flaring as he tugged against the chains once more.
"Or what?" her twinkling laugh goaded from across the room. "I can pump his veins with as much of this shit as I want, while you just sit there and watch," holding her hand out, she took the vial and eagerly waved it around. "Don't fucking tempt me!"
The room instantly fell silent. The only noise swirling around was Morgan's heavy breathing and Reid's muffled whimpers.
Satisfied, she clapped her hands several times, allowing Nicolay to finally remove Spencer's arm and take away the bucket, only for Ivan to sit on the stool and quickly, roughly, wrap his swollen wrist with several elastic bandages.
Ivan was almost done tugging on the tight compression when a loud terrified scream filtered through the thick cement walls.
Derek kicked at the cage door, arms twisting violently against those heavy chains, struggling to escape. Having recognized that voice, he became desperate – heart plummeting with fear, as his mind raced with horrible possibilities.
"Penelope!" he shouted, ignoring the warning glare from the taunting woman.
Her screams became muffled, but the metal door swung open, and he took a shuddering breath – hoping, praying to see his Baby Girl, only to narrow his gaze when another man; this one tall and slender but just as athletic, dragged in a semi unconscious Erin Strauss.
"Fuck," he bit out, catching a quick glimpse of a long and empty hallway before the door swung shut with a resounding click.
"What did you do to her!" Rossi barked; fingers clutching the cage door. "Erin!" trying to get her attention, only for her head to loll to the side as she was shoved into a cage at the very end.
"Pavel, where's the other one?" Katya smirked, eyes never leaving Morgan's.
"She's with Alexei," came his simple response, as he dropped Erin onto the dirty mattress and then secured her wrists with the restraints. He checked the sutured wound of her thigh; the white bandage already stained with blood, before shrugging his shoulders and locking the door. "Getting all cleaned up."
"Oh, poor thing," she cooed, stepping closer to Morgan's cage – fingers playing with her silver locket that dangled between black lace. "Did little Penelope, wake up all alone, with a strong, scary man standing over her?" she teased.
"Don't listen to her, Morgan," Prentiss hissed, shoulders squared, chin pointed with defiance. "She's just riling you up."
A tormented wail cut through the arctic rigidity that had settled over the room.
"Hmm, am I?" blinking coyly through thick lashes, as her tongue slowly traced her upper teeth.
Morgan was panting, expressive brows furrowed with sweat, eyes dark and dangerous, as he desperately tried to temper his aggression – not wanting to ruin any chance he had of protecting Garcia.
"Potoropis!" she barked at Nicolay and Ivan, spinning on the heel of her boot to speak with Pavel in hushed tones, who was now standing off to the side, fiddling with the doctor's bag.
"Get off me!" Hotch groaned, and though the drugs were slowly wearing off, his ability to fight against their solid hold was still impeded – turning him into a rag doll, as they roughly yanked him out of the wooden chair and hauled him back over to his cage, where they quickly and efficiently, secured him behind the metal confines.
"Are you, okay?" JJ whispered, trying to inspect his face – hating the glazed, distant expression of his whiskey eyes.
"Yes," he gritted out, only to glare across the room as Nicolay tugged on Spencer's injured arm, lifting him out of the seat and shoving him towards his own cage.
The minute Nicolay closed the door and clicked the heavy lock in place, the metal door swung open revealing Dmitry with those glittering emerald eyes and elaborate tattoos. Ignoring the eager gaze of Katya, his face twisted into a perverse grin, as he loosened the buttons of his wrinkled shirt and perched himself on the edge of the table right next to the closed manila folders.
Derek stiffened, eyes darting down the hallway, only for his heart to break and sluggishly pulse terror into his body that was already taut with anger, when he saw Penelope, battered and bruised in just her skirt and bra – body covered in dirt, blood and what looked like vomit; struggling against the muscled man who was easily dragging her into the room.
"No!" she yelled, voice hoarse with fright, as she latched onto the doorframe and held on for dear life. "Please!"
"Get your fuckin' hands off her!" Morgan spat; hands clutching the caged door, nearly rattling it off its hinges.
Alexei tightened his grip around her waist, as his other hand grabbed a fistful of knotted curls and viciously snapped her head back, causing her to cry out and stumble into his chest, as he forced her into the center of the room.
"Penelope Garcia," Katya hummed; slowly peeling her heated gaze off Dmitry, and twirling those sleek, raven locks. "Nice of you to finally join us."
"W-What?" she mumbled, shaking her head; eyes squinting, trying to make out the blurred shapes across the room, only for the familiar husky voice to calm her shattered nerves. "Derek?"
"I'm right here, Baby," he called to her; desperately trying to mask the lilt of worry that shook every word.
"Come here, Miss Garcia," Dmitry's abrasive command cut through her like steel.
Alexei released her and she pitched forward; the palms of her hands smacking the cement floor, before she slowly wobbled to a standing position. With the team locked in large cages behind her, and the lecherous brutes in front of her, she couldn't help but to feel trapped and utterly helpless.
Shaking her head, stumbling a few steps back, only for his booming voice to wrap around her like a serpent – squeezing the breath from her body, leaving her paralyzed with fear.
"I know you didn't forget the rules," he gritted out, eyes fuming with unleashed anger. "Or do I need to remind you?"
"Leave her alone!" Derek snapped; dark scowl twisting his fine features.
"Miss Garcia," Dmitry cooed, flashing his teeth at the brooding agent. "Tell your team what my first two rules are," only to pick up a file, and flip through the pages with dull enthusiasm. "Go ahead, I'm waiting."
"I…I-I don't…" tears slipped down her cheeks, as she crossed her arms protectively in front of her. "R-Remember."
"Analyst my ass," Katya snorted, arching a manicured brow, giving Penelope a scrutinized once over. "A blonde with no brains…typical."
"My kind of woman," Nicolay taunted; heated gaze lingering on Penelope's ample cleavage, as he rubbed a hand over his crotch, before looking away and sending Derek a lecherous smirk.
"Later, Nicolay," Dmitry soothed, giving him a stern nod of disapproval, before waving a hand towards Katya. "Kitty, why don't you remind, Miss Garcia, for me."
Raising her chin, eyes flashing with excitement, she walked towards her, letting her heels echo like bullets around the cold space. "When we ask you a question…you answer," sticking a hand out to tug on a blood soaked curl. "When we tell you to do something…" husky voice dropping dangerously low. "You do it."
Slowly walking around her, she leaned forward, soft locks tickling the crook of Penelope's neck before she whispered. "Now get over there," the harsh shove from the taller women sent her flying into Dmitry's waiting grasp, who wrapped his strong arm around her waist and then plopped her ass onto his thigh.
"Now, BAU team, you're probably wondering why you're here?" looking at the haggard members, waiting – only to be met with silence. "Oh, Penelope…" he growled, fingers snaking up her side until his hand was resting on the front of her neck. "Your team already broke my rule."
"Get your hands off her!" Hotch growled; now standing up, brows knitted in concern. "If you have a problem take it up with me!"
"He asked a question," Katya hissed. "And none of you answered," walking closer towards the table. "What happens when a rule is broken?"
"P-Punish…m-ment," Garcia hiccupped, choking back a sob when Dmitry's calloused fingers danced along her pale throat, only to harshly dig into the tender flesh and instantly block her air.
The room erupted into screams, as she frantically gasped for breath, struggling – her nails scratched into his hand, making him stand up; lifting her feet off the ground, until she was bouncing on her tiptoes.
"You fuckin' son of a bitch!" Morgan shouted – body trembling with rage; hating that feeling of being that lost little boy. "I'll fuckin' kill you!"
Penelope wheezed, blinking back the dazzling white dots – trying to ease the burning sting from her lungs, only to go sprawling across the floor; elbows scraping cruelly against the harsh cement when Dmitry finally released her.
"You'll what?" he laughed, stepping in front of Morgan. "Kill me?" eyes narrowing, lips snarled, as he lowered his voice. "I'll fuck your woman right in front of you, while you rot in that cage," Penelope whimpered; her weak attempt to scamper away pulled his dangerous gaze back onto her. "In fact, Alexei," he called, tugging his shirt out of his dark slacks. "Why don't you get her all cleaned up for me."
"Oh, Garcia," JJ cried; baby blue eyes swollen with tears, but there no masking the glittering determination and fury that flashed upon her face. "She didn't do anything!"
Penelope screamed when Alexei's large hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and brutishly yanked her off the floor. Her bleeding hands gripped his wrists, trying to release the searing tension on the crown of her head, as her legs kicked wildly out in front of her. Though it was no use, as he easily lifted her around the waist and dragged her over towards the shower, where Nicolay was waiting with the heavy cuffs.
"No…n-no…no!" she whimpered, digging her heels into the ground – aggravating her bruised shins. "Please…no!"
The locks clicked into place, and her hands were raised high above her head and attached to a strong metal hook that hung from the ceiling. Nicolay's calloused fingers dug into her hips, only to trail down her tattered floral skirt and drag the soft material back up until his hands rested on her bare ass, causing her to squeal and buck forward into Alexei, whose large palms latched onto her knees and held her in place.
"No panties!" Nicolay growled, chuckling when Morgan spat useless threats from across the room, inciting the burly man to squeeze the plump flesh of her derriere only to slowly, teasingly, separate her cheeks; allowing cool air to trail over her intimate parts. "You little slut. I can't wait to fuck this little ass of yours."
She barely had time to catch her breath or let his words sink in, because Alexei reached his hand forward to clutch the front clasp of her bra; chilling her blood, as panic settled into her bones and a strangled scream broke past her chapped lips.
Leaning all her weight back onto Nicolay, she twisted out of Alexei's tight grasp, suddenly lifting her legs up off the floor, only to bring them back and then kick them forward right into the center of his chest, making him stumble over his own feet. Though the moment he caught his balance and stood back up to his full height, his expression had darkened; contorting into a nasty, menacing scowl, giving her just enough time to close her eyes before the back of his hand struck her face. Sending her head snapping back, splitting open her cheek and forcing her teeth to bite cruelly into her tongue – flooding her mouth with that bitter, acerbic tang once more, as she broke down into hysterical sobs.
Stubby fingers tugged on the zipper of her skirt, letting the once pretty fabric fall open around her hips, only to release it, letting it pool around her dirty feet. Eyes shooting open, dashing frantically around the room, bottom lip quivering, head rapidly shaking back-and-forth – instantly regretting the sudden motion, as nausea swept through her; keeping her from hearing Derek's harsh commanding 'Don't look' to the team, but he needn't worry, they had looked away long ago, protecting their friend from further humiliating torment.
Trying to breathe through the blood and tears, only for the loud creaking of pipes to jostle her throbbing mind when Nicolay twisted the knobs and turned the shower on full blast. Frigid water pounded over her battered body, causing her to flail and scream, sputtering for breath, as the forceful spray brutally bit into her bruised skin.
Leaning forward, squirming out of the water, only for strong hands to push her back beneath the unrelenting pressure. Shivering, teeth clattering, doing her best to forget where she was. Trying to ignore the large hands that scrubbed over her body, scratching at her belly only to snake their way lower, and lower, making her clamp her legs shut; locking at the ankles, but when a hand clamped over her mouth and nose, she had no choice but to submit. Teetering on tippy toes, parting her legs so she could peek her head out of the water to catch her breath, only to scream when those fingers delved between her thighs and played with her feminine flesh.
"Hey!" Derek screamed; voice now hoarse, his wrists bruised from tugging on the cuffs. "Get your fuckin' hands off her! You bunch of sick fucks!"
"Lemme guess, you're a narcissist who never lived up to Daddy's expectations," Rossi growled, glaring at Dmitry – believing he would never forget Penelope's painful sobs; feeling the anger boiling over, needing to do something. "Is that it? Didn't get enough attention at home. Daddy beat up your Mommy, so you thought you could take it out on an innocent woman and feel better?" kicking at the cage, spitting his words. "You fuckin' piece of shit!"
Dmitry chuckled, reached behind him to shift through the files until he grabbed what he was looking for. Flipping it open, bright eyes scanning the paper, only to stand up and walk around.
"David Stephen Rossi. Born in Long Island, New York in 1956," catching Rossi's puzzled gaze, nodding his head to see if that was correct. "Been married and divorced three times. Your ex-wives are Carolyn, Hayden and Krystall," clucking his tongue in amusement. "You sure do get around old man."
Stopping in front of his cage, bright, dangerous eyes glancing towards Garcia, who was slowly losing the strength to fight against the two men. "Let's see what else," flipping a few more pages, "Ah, a former U.S. Marine and your specialty is in…hostage negotiation," glaring at his captive, only to snap the file shut and step closer. "Profiling won't help you here, Agent Rossi."
Turning around on his heel, tossing the file onto the table, he shouted over the pouring water. "Enough!"
The water shut off, and the room was filled with Garcia's broken whimpers, as they finally released her from the chains, only to drag her limp body over to the table.
"Your team is in trouble, Agent Hotchner," unfastening his belt, staring mockingly at the beaten leader of the BAU, only to grin when Alexei hastily snapped Penelope's bra off, leaving her completely exposed – forcing her arms to cover her chest at the men's heated gazes and low whistles of approval. "I've been thinking about those tits for months," turning back around. "Have you ever thought about them, Agent Hotchner? Hmm? Large, round set of perky tits that look nice under those pretty dresses."
Aaron frowned, and Derek's features darkened with disgust.
"I've always wondered what color they were," Dmitry's smirk grew. "A pretty pink. So, perfect."
"Oh, no answer?" shaking his head, eyes sparking with mischief. "That's gonna cost your analyst," slowly taking his belt out of the loops, only to fold it and snap it loudly in his tight grip. "My job is to see how strong of a team you have," grinning when Penelope's wet, naked body was bent at the waist over the table; wrists and ankles shackled, keeping her in place. "So I can break it."
"Oh my, god," came JJ's shuddering gasp, shaking her head, eyes spilling with tears as she watched her best friend struggle against the restraints.
"Jesus Christ," Emily shucked in a breath, biting the nail of her thumb – aggressively picking at the raw sore as she tried to remain calm.
"If you have a problem, deal with me," Hotch's booming voice, echoed around the stifling tension. "Garcia has nothing to do with this!"
"Oh, the one who gathers all the information with her finger tips," he smiled – flashing his straight, pearly white teeth – walking towards the table to gently caress Penelope's swollen cheek and ugly black eye. "Has everything to do with this."
Turning her head away, only for him to grip her chin, fingers digging cruelly into her skin as he forced her to stare up at him. "But your team isn't entirely helpless, Agent Hotchner," taking his time to individually look at each of them; enjoying their terror-filled gazes. "You follow the rules. And this will be a lot easier."
Stepping away, he opened up another file and skimmed the information. "Shall we begin?"
Penelope gasped, feeling a calloused palm on her back, as hot breath caressed the crook of her neck. "Don't worry, Little Dove," Alexei whispered, so only she could hear. "I'll have you by the end of this," hand trailing lower to squeeze the soft globe of her ass – sending chills down her spine. "Many, many times."
To be continued…
Chapter Title – Purgo: Purge/Cleanse
Potoropis: Hurry up