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CHAPTER 10

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.- Khalil Gibran

This time, Emily had no dreams when she lay unconscious thanks to the chloroform. She was floating somewhere in the dark abyss, not feeling, not seeing, not thinking. It was a blissful state of ignorance, where she did not have to worry about how to find home. She existed, but that was it. In some ways this felt like sleeping, the kind of deep sleep you can experience when you're exhausted, and in the sleep you have no dreams, none at all.

Every now and then she felt like some sounds still managed to make their ways into her foggy mind. Once she swore she heard two men talking about something, the other screaming at the other one. That happened once or twice, maybe even three times, she couldn't be sure. Another time she felt like something was shaking her, maybe smacking her. But that feeling lasted for about a nanosecond, before she sank into that state of existence where she didn't have to exist, instantly forgetting what she had felt.

After what felt like a million years, or maybe it was only five minutes, who knew, Emily slowly started coming to her senses. At first she only felt only the bothering pulling at her wrists. That feeling seemed to magnify with each second, making Emily realize her head was pounding too. Slowly but surely she gradually began feeling every aching little part of her tired body. She lifted her head at a very slow pace, eyes still closed. She was sitting on a chair, that she knew for sure.

Emily Prentiss was not one to question her decisions. But now, her hands tied behind her back, feet tied to the chair she was sitting on, her whole body feeling tired, weak and aching, she couldn't help herself wonder, if it had been the best of ideas to walk around alone, with a sadist on the spree.

She let out a moan as she shifted in her seat. Every damned part of her body hurt. She tried to think, to profile this guy who had taken her. But, her head seemed oddly slow, and as much as she wanted it, she couldn't get her thoughts running. She remembered getting out of her car to check something, and then, someone must have walked up to her from behind as she didn't see anyone, and, by the feeling of her body, tased her. Wait? Had that really happened? That thought seemed to be the only one she could come up with, but somehow it didn't feel real. And she didn't recall walking around alone anywhere, she had always been surrounded by someone of the team or a police-man at the station they were at... Well, this wasn't doing her anything good, so, she shook her head and opened her eyes.

Obviously, she was in a basement. The only window she could see from her highly restricted seat in the middle of the room, was high up on the wall, close to the ceiling and very small. A small amount of light sought it's way in to the room, which wasn't light up by anything else. There wasn't much light, but only enough to let Emily see.

The walls of the room she was in were completely bare and gray, the floor was covered by a thin layer of dust, which thickened closer to the walls. But where she sat there was no dust to be seen, telling Emily this room was used often. Well, not often, but often to do things like tie somebody up and let them sit in the middle of the room. There were almost no furniture in the room (except for the damned chair she was stuck on), but a chair similar to hers in front of her, next to a camera, that only hours ago had shot some kind of footage of her, and had been sent to the BAU. But Emily was unaware of that, in fact, she had no recollection of even being placed in the room. So, all she could do now, was to do her best in profiling the guy and wishing, hoping that her teammates, her family from the BAU would find her.

As Emily sat on the chair for a long, long time it felt like, her mind was becoming clearer and clearer. She remembered talking to Morgan, that fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach. Somehow every detail about him seemed clear. How his eyes had sparkled, how he had smiled at her, making her feel like she was the only human left on the world except for him. Then they had said goodnight. It was obviously evening. But what had happened next? She must have gone to bed... or...? Then it all became clear. How someone had woken her up with a knife. Then they had given her that awful smelling cloth, putting her to sleep. Emily's stomach turned by only the thought of chloroform.

The rest of the days became clear as Emily went through day by day in her mind. She noticed she had no difficulties imagining things that had not happened. That was probably something chloroform did to you when you had been given it many days in a row. Her shot-wound had been taken care of properly and it almost didn't hurt at all. Same was with the knife-wounds she bore all over her body, some of the deeper ones stung a bit, otherwise she was fine. The thing that hurt the most was a stab-wound in her stomach. It had obviously not hit any major organs, otherwise she would have been dead already, and it too had been taken care of, so Emily concluded it was not mortal.

A door to the basement clicked open and a man entered. He looked familiar... his dark hair, blue eyes that were looking so patronizing somehow, mean, but still happy, in a weird way.

"Finally. I thought you'd never wake up again!" His voice was the trigger Emily needed. It was Sean O'Connory. She didn't answer, only watched him with a blank expression.

"I reckon you're hungry? It's been, what, five, four days since you've eaten? You must be starving!" Emily silently agreed with him. She was starving.

O'Connor motioned for a man Emily hadn't noticed before to give her something. The man, big and bald walked over to Emily and uncuffed her. Emily fell down with a thump and a moan on the ground, she was just too weak not to. O'Connory laughed coldly and walked up to her. He kicked her over, so she was lying on her back. His icy blue eyes traveled along her body, taking in every detail and every wound her had inflicted her. Emily lay down, she felt like even if she tried to move, it would just be a pathetic try leading to failure.

"You know, you're holding on quite well. All of the others had broken by now. But you haven't." O'Connory looked at her in amazement. But he soon shrugged it off and put a plate and a glass next to her, then he and his companion left Emily on her own again. She slowly and painfully lifted herself from the cold floor and began devouring the bit of bread with cheese. Feeling a bit better, she stood up and walked around the basement. The small window was too high up for her to reach, and the chair wasn't moving from its place in the middle of the room.

A good half an hour later O'Connory and the other man returned to the room. They watched Emily for a moment, then they suddenly went to grab her with joined force. Emily tried to free herself but soon she was hung up on the wall, her hands over her head, feet barely touching the floor. Her wrists hurt like hell now, but she ignored it. The men stepped back, looking at her with lust in their eyes, O'Connory pushing a button on the camera, making a little red light flash on and off. It was recording...

Emily tried to kick them but her feet were tied to the wall too, and her lousy attempts at hurt them made the men chuckle.

O'Connory walked to the door again, and disappeared for a moment, while the other man stepped closer to Emily, uncomfortably close, letting his hands explore her, and travel to places he had no business in touching. Emily closed her eyes, hoping it would soon be over. She couldn't bear looking at the man's lustful face one second longer while he explored her, breathing heavily, murmuring something she couldn't make out.

"Get off of her." O'Connory was back. The man quickly stepped back, a flash of disappointment cursing across his face.

O'Connory walked closer, holding a wire. Emily knew what was coming next. She watched with horror as he wound the wires around her fingers, a smile of pleasure spreading across his face. When he was done he stepped back to admire his work. He licked his lips and stared with lustful eyes at the sight in front of him. He hoped indeed this woman would be as good as he had imagined, after everything he had gone through for her only to get to this point...

O'Connory smiled and returned his full attention to Emily.

"Get out." He said to the other man. When he had safely exited, O'Connory looked back at Emily.

"Now let's see how good you exactly are." He shocked her, making Emily involuntarily scream out in pain. The electricity ripped through her body. He macro-shocked her again and again, Emily screaming out in pain every time as he did so.

"Say it... just tell me to stop and I will!" O'Connory hissed and pushed the button again, making the electricity cursing through her battered body, Emily gritted her teeth, as much as she wanted him to stop, she knew that begging him to would be her death-sentence.

"Well... isn't this working?" O'Connory said, half pleased and half pissed. "Should we move on?"

Emily didn't answer him. She hung limply from her restraints, too weak to hold herself up.

Garcia was sitting in her den, watching the computers like a hawk. She was still trying to find out who the other man apart from Sean O'Connory was, and was trying to figure out where they were lurking. She had just gotten back from getting a cup of coffee, since she didn't want to go home to sleep in case the team needed her for something.

Nothing major had happened since she had gotten a picture of Emily sitting on a chair, looking dead. Garcia had almost flipped and booked herself a plane ticket to the next flight to Denver.

Suddenly something popped up on one of her screens. She had gotten a possible second Unsub. His name was Mike Murray. He was matching the descriptions Morgan had given her and he was employed by the same cleaning-firm O'Connory was. Neither one of them had gone to work for three days, so he was definitely the one they were looking for. He had used his credit-card yesterday at some gas-station to by some food and other necessities one could by without raising any kind of suspicion.

Garcia was about to dial Hotch's number as something else popped up on her screen. An email. She clicked on it and a video popped up on her screen. She wasn't sure what she was seeing, but there was definitely someone partly sitting, partly lying on a chair, not moving. The camera zoomed in on the person's face, and Garcia let out a horrified scream. It was her Emily. It was her Emily and at the same time not her Emily, as Emily didn't look like Emily. She was pale, had dark bags under her eyes and her left side of her face was horribly blue and red and swollen, not looking so different from what she had looked like on the picture from earlier.

Garcia called the rest of the team up on her computer. Every time she saw her team-members' faces, she would calm down, but not this time. Garcia hyperventilated and tried to explain the situation at the same time. At last Morgan interfered and got Garcia to somewhat calmly explain what had happened. Hotch told Garcia to send the video to their computer back in Denver, and try to find out from where the video was being sent. Garcia nodded fiercely, still visibly shaken but she forced herself to get a grip, for Emily's sake.

"Hang in there kitten..." She murmured to Emily through her screen, grabbing one of her colorful, furry things from her desk, squeezing it whilst letting her computer track the seed down.

All of a sudden, the video changed. Garcia was now staring at Emily fastened to a wall, hands over her head. This time she was very awake. Emily made a motion towards a man, who was Sean O'Connory, and who wasn't bothering to wear a mask as he knew very well indeed that the BAU were aware of his identity.

Garcia was shocked to hear that this time the video had sound. The man chuckled. Then he withdrew himself from Garcia's sight and another one walked up, probably Mike Murray. He stood there, feeling Emily up, while she tried to pull herself away from him, not managing very well. Garcia's eyes watered up while she simultaneously saw Morgan explode with anger on one of her other screens.

"Get off of her." A voice commanded the man, and he instantly stepped back into the shadows of the room. Garcia saw with exasperation O'Connory winding wires around Emily's fingers, then she busted out crying once again as Emily's scream filled her room and her body involuntarily jumping. Garcia covered her ears, not wanting to hear the piercing screams and her eyes as her friend's body jump over and over again, it's owner trying not to scream out in pain, but succeeding poorly.

"Well... isn't this working?" O'Connory's voice sounded. "Should we move on?"

In Denver the team was staring at their computer, their expressions all differing from one another. Sheriff Neil More wasn't sitting where he could see the computer, and, quite frankly, he wasn't sure he would have wanted to. He heard a woman scream in pain, sending shivers down his spine, telling him that he didn't indeed want to look. Neil More studied the members of the BAU instead. Agent Hotch was staring at the computer, his face unreadable, put if there was anything there was rage. Agent Jareau was looking rather defeated at the screen, her eyes wet, her face filled with pain. Agent Reid was looking horrified. His eyes were big as saucers and his mouth formed an 'o', leaving the genius looking quite dumber than what he actually was. Agent Rossi was watching the screen sadly, probably not content with himself at not preventing this from happening. He looked like a father would look at his daughter being tortured, if one could imagine that look. Agent Morgan wasn't looking at the screen at all, he was walking around, fuming, throwing punches in the air every now and then, not caring if he did hit something living or not. Neil shuddered from the thought of having to fight with that man.

Rossi shook his head and walked away from the computer he too. Watching the agent he highly respected, had grown fond of and shared a father-daughter-like relationship with now being repeatedly forced to put her head into a bucket of water and being harshly pulled out just as she was beginning to drown, making her cough and spit out water, was too much for him.

Rossi knew that O'Connory was only waiting for Emily to beg him to stop, and then he would end it all, and Rossi did not want to be looking at Emily's corpse next time he ever saw her again. He could almost imagine how Emily was feeling; her body slowly growing weaker and weaker, not being able to push the man off of her, her head plunged in the water over and over again, feeling the burn in her lungs and then having to breathe in, making the water enter her lungs, choking her and then when she was beginning to see stars, she was brought up again, and she could gulp for air, trying to get rid of the water in her lungs, but that becoming harder and harder with every new plunge she took.

Rossi returned to the rest, and saw O'Connory throw Emily away from him, walking angrily over to her and kick her in the stomach. Rossi growled; he did not like women getting hit, or anyone getting kicked when they already were down. Emily tried to get up once, but O'Connory kicked her down again, and this time she didn't move anymore.

"I told her, all she had to do was ask me to stop, and I would have." O'Connory was now looking directly at the camera, looking sincere. "But she wouldn't. I guess we'll have to continue later then. Have fun, members of the BAU." He shrugged and kicked Emily once more on the way out. She rolled a bit but stayed still, not even trying to protect herself from the blow coming at her.

"We have to do something quick, man!" Morgan's concerned voice shook Rossi to the present. "She won't hang on much longer, I don't care what she would say but she's going to bend soon."

"I know." Hotch agreed promptly. "Garcia, have you found anything?"

Garcia threw her furry animal away and got back into work-mode. She wiped her face and blew her nose before she answered.

"The second Unsub is Mike Murray, 47, lives alone, works at the same cleaning-firm O'Connory does, neither of them has been to work in the past three days. He lives about forty minutes from you guys."

"Let's go then!" JJ suddenly said loudly, her voice not quivering a bit. She stood up and looked at the rest with a determined stare. This was it.

PS... thank you to Guest for letting me know I made a mistake; I told y'all Emily threw up four times (yummy!), but then she all of a sudden was duck-taped... what a mystery huh? Well let's say she wasn't duck-taped at first, and then the man duck-taped her when they stopped, fair enough? Or maybe she managed to throw up although her mouth was taped and the vomit just- no, I'll stop there thank you!

PPS to all you who have been worried Em couldn't hang on, you know her, she'll push herself until there's nothing left, so she hung on until now! But as you know even Emily can't take everything at the end, so you'll just have to wait and see what happens!;)