Hello!!! I'm sorry this is so short but I wanted to get something out tonight. I hope you enjoy it!!

Susanne

Warning: Sexual abuse in later paragraphs. Be warned even though it's not particularly graphic in nature!!

CHAPTER TEN

Unbelievably thirsty, Reid tried again to the pull the tape off his mouth only to find he was too weak. Slumping back down into the bottom of the tub, Reid tried to catch his breath. It was getting harder to breath just through his nose. Also, the damp towels were sapping what little warmth he had very quickly.

How long was Doug going to be gone? How long had it been? Reid didn't know. He wasn't sure if he'd been conscious the whole time or not. Lying in the bottom of the tub he felt very young, very vulnerable.

Knowing that they were in big trouble, Tommy carefully moved Reid to the back so he could take charge. Shimmying his body as close to the tap as he could within the confines of the ropes, Tommy rubbed his cheek against the bottom edge of the spout. It cut his cheek slightly but he ignored it. Behind him he could hear the others clamouring to be set free but that was Reid's decision. Things had to be bad for him to let Tommy out. Things would have to get a lot worse before the others were needed.

As Tommy continued to rub against the spout, he felt the small, shallow cuts accumulate. Then, finally, he felt the tape pull away. Carefully he pulled enough of it off that he was able to spit the gag out. Relief flowed through him. But that was the easy part. Moving as far up as he could, Tommy managed to wrap his cracking lips around the faucet and push it up. Glorious water trickled out. Wrapping his lips around the spout, Tommy drank until he threw up.

Suddenly aware of the presence of water, Reid came to the front again. He didn't know why he hadn't been able to do it himself but he was very grateful that Tommy had done it, despite the pain in his cheek from getting the tape off. Carefully, he drank two mouthfuls, tainted with his own blood. Settling down, Reid waited to see if that would stay before taking more. The good thing about the water still running was that it washed away where he'd thrown up. The bad thing was that his hair was getting wet with the spray the dribbling water kicked up as it hit the bottom of the tub. He decided though, that being wet and cold was better than dying of dehydration.

OOOOO

The police station was a hive of activity. The small building was used to having six officers on at the same time. At the moment that number had more than doubled with the presence of the BAU members. The search of the local motels/hotels was done. There had been three managers that had refused to cooperate unless they saw a warrant. Unfortunately, the local judge refused to issue warrants on the basis of a hope. If they wanted to finish the searches, they'd have to come up with concrete proof first.

Sitting in a chair, staring at the victim board, Morgan tried to keep from jumping up and rampaging into the interview room just a few short yards away. Doug was cuffed to the table in there. He had been for the last few hours. The sheriff's men hadn't gotten anything from him. His leg vibrating like a jack hammer, Morgan simply sat and stared. It seemed to be all he was capable at the moment.

"The sheriff has decided to let us try our hand at interrogating Doug," Rossi stated as he came up on the younger agent. He'd seen the leg, he knew the man was full of pent up energy. Derek was not the right choice for this job. Not that he had considered letting him do it anyway. "You watch from the outside, see if I miss any cues, etc."

"I want to go in there," Derek growled.

"I know you do but I don't think it'll be a good idea. I need you and Emily observing. I'm too emotionally involved in this too," Rossi stated. Getting a grudging nod from Morgan, he headed for the closed door of the interrogation room. On his way he paused to pick up two bottles of water.

Upon entering the room the first think Rossi noticed was that Doug seemed to be perfectly at ease. Not what he'd expected. Doug was lounging back in the chair, one hand behind his head, the other resting on the table.

"I'm Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi. Are you thirsty?" Rossi asked as he took the chair across from him.

Doug just looked at him, a small smile on his face, like he knew a secret and was dying to tell someone. Rossi just hoped he would tell them where Hotch and Reid are.

"You know why you're here, right?" Rossi asked. He needed to get the man talking even if it wasn't about the subjects Rossi wanted to discuss. He had to start somewhere.

"I'm hungry," Doug stated as he sat forward in his chair, resting his hands on top of the table, his fingers interlaced. "When am I going to get some food?"

"I'd like to get some information from you first," Rossi responded as he mirrored the man.

"Refusing to feed a prisoner. Isn't that against the Geneva Convention or something?" Doug asked, the smirk back.

"You're not a prisoner at the moment," Rossi said.

"Then I can walk out the door right now?" Doug asked. He didn't move, however, he knew it wasn't going to be that easy.

"You are wanted for questioning in the disappearance of two FBI agents. You are also wanted on charges of unlawful confinement and rape. I don't think you're going to be leaving any time soon," Rossi stated.

"Then throw me in a cell and give me some food. I have nothing to say to you."

Just as Rossi was about to reach across and smash the man's face into the table, a deputy knocked on the door and walked in. "I have something to show you," the man said.

Frustrated at being interrupted and by the fact that he wasn't making any headway, Rossi gritted his teeth. Standing up, he moved to the back of the room. The deputy held out an evidence bag for him to examine. Inside he found a room key with the number one on it. "I found it between the seats of my cruiser," the deputy said, his voice very quiet. "I check it every time I transport a prisoner, just in case."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Rossi felt some of the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. "Don't go anywhere," Rossi sent over his shoulder as he followed the deputy out of the room. They had the evidence they needed to get the search warrants. Even though the key didn't have the name of a motel/hotel on it, its mere presence should be enough to get them the warrants.

OOOOO

"You can threaten me but it still won't give you what you want," Hotch said. He could feel the blade pressing against his skin. "I'm too badly damaged to do what you want."

"I don't believe you," Mary hissed as she pressed just a little bit harder. Hotch closed his eyes as he rode the wave of pain this caused. "You're going to make love to me or I'm going to make it so you can never do it again. With anyone."

For a few moments all Hotch could hear was the pulsing of blood in his ears as the pain overwhelmed him. How had he been reduced to this? He wondered. Images of his childhood, of Haley and Jack flashed through his mind. It helped to ease the pain. But it also left him fighting a black depression. How much more of this was he supposed to take?

"I can't," Hotch breathed when he could talk again. He kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to look at the woman and the lust in her eyes. The very thought of it turned his stomach to ice.

"We'll see about that," Mary growled. She left the blade where it was but leaned down over his groin. It had worked once before. She was more than willing to try it again. Kissing him, she worked at making him hard.

Hotch considered struggling but quickly realized he didn't have the strength. He hissed in pain as Mary ran her tongue over his brand. A moan escaped as she began sucking on it. This only seemed to excite her as Mary prodded, sucked, licked and otherwise tried to stimulate him. All she did was send more pain shooting through Hotch's over stimulated pain receptors.

Moans, groans and grunts issued from his lips but he was completely unaware of it. All he felt was pain, exhaustion and a mild sense of suffocating. Bile rose and spilled out of his mouth. Mary ignored it as she continued her attack of his genitals. Unable to stand it anymore, Mary pulled the knife out from between Hotch's legs and straddled his hips.

Wild with lust, she caught hold of him and thrust him into her, sending yet more pain rocketing through his mind and body. Then she was rocking, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her hands traveled over her breasts as she relished the sensations travelling through her. The pain kept Hotch from being completely aware of his surroundings. He just knew that she was doing something and it didn't feel good.

Breathing harder, Mary leaned forward, pulling him with her and pressed her breast against his mouth. She didn't even care that he didn't do anything with it just the feel of his lips was enough to send her over the edge. Shrieking, she pumped harder and harder as the orgasm rocked her body. Hotch felt like he was under water. Everything was moving slowly and he couldn't seem to pull in a full breath.

Not satisfied, Mary continued her onslaught, wanting to climax yet again. The pain amplifying yet again, Hotch passed out. It was the only thing his mind could think to do to protect him. Once he was unconscious, Mary got what she wanted. Howling like a banshee, she shuddered as her body climaxed yet again. Exhausted, she collapsed over top of the man's body, content for the moment.

Stretching luxuriously, Mary took the time to clean up after Hotch. She pulled the blanket up over top of both of them and snuggled in as close to him as she could get. It was almost like having a real lover. Although she wished he could be a little more involved. It wasn't as much fun that he had to be unconscious for him to respond to her and climax. But she would take what she could get. If they stayed together long enough maybe he'd learn to love her and this wouldn't all be such a chore. Maybe. Smiling happily, she allowed herself to fall asleep. There was always tomorrow