One hour before Garcia find the society's website and, consequently a badly bruised JJ being filmed live, in a distant warehouse:

JJ's captor had left her there, hanging, alone for a good pair of hours now, maybe more. She had lost track of time from the minute she woke up there. The blonde was weak. Although the deep cut in her leg was bandaged, she was still loosing blood.

At every deeper breath she'd take, JJ's broken ribs would scratch her lungs and each other at the fractured points causing her to squeeze her eyes in pain and breathe, involuntarily, harder, inflicting even more pain. She tried to calm herself down, lowering and controlling her breath, but that meant controlling all the pain she was feeling, and that wasn't easy… not at all.

She hadn't eaten or drank anything since she left her house the morning before. She wasn't hungry, but her lips and throat were dry. All the blood and tears loss were probably leading her body to dehydration, and she was damn thirsty. After she realized this fact it only made her more thirsty, so, without giving much thought to what she was about to do, JJ took a deep breath, ignoring the throbbing it self-inflicted, and she began shouting and calling out for her captor.

As soon as she did, the woman heard angry dogs barking outside, not very far from there. She couldn't tell how many they were, but they were definitely more than one. The black dog she had seen, wasn't his captor's only dog.

Hearing the dogs' barks she remembered the conversation she and Will had a few months back about getting Henry a pet dog. Will wanted one, he was even more excited with the idea than the little boy. But JJ refused, even if it was a little poodle, she didn't like dogs, and she had a good reason for that. But her husband wasn't going down that easily, and he knew exactly how to manipulate JJ's thoughts and, well, she loved the way he did it. He softly pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her, stroking her back and sides, his mouth teasing her lips and her neck… But it was his eyes that smashed her defensive walls down, both of them knew she wasn't able to say no to his begging puppy eyes. But she didn't say yes either. "I'll think about it!" was her answer.

She sighed at the memory. How badly she wanted to be in his arms now, away from that place, away from her torturer…

The dogs' barks caught the black haired man's attention and only then he heard a woman's voice calling out. Reluctantly he put his ski mask back on and went inside the warehouse and towards the back room, where he was keeping JJ.

- Shut the fuck up, will you? – he yelled back at the blond agent.

- I will… - she cleared her throat before finishing her sentence – I will if you can get me some water, I'm really thirsty.

The blonde did everything she could not to look or sound desperate or afflicted but firm and stern instead.

Still with a frown on his face, the man simply turned his back on her and left the room, leaving JJ wondering if he had just ignored her. For her relief, the masked man came in again with a plastic cup of water. Without saying a word he walked towards her and reached the water cup to her lips. She drank the liquid to the last drop so quickly that she almost stifled herself. As soon as the cup was empty the man merely turned around again, walking his way out.

- Wait! – JJ said, causing the man to stop his progression without turning around though. – Can I ask you something?

The man remained in still and silent, which she accepted as permission to continue.

- Why do you do this? Do you get off with it? Hitting people, hitting me… - She wasn't sure what she was doing or what she would get from it, probably nothing. But she wanted to know the reason. If she was going to die there that night she'd better know his motives and try to figure him out.

At her question he smirked and promptly restarted his route out, without a word.

- No! Don't turn your back on me! Answer the question! – JJ said in a last attempt of making him stop and turn to her.

The smile on his face grew bigger to the point his teeth showed and he burst into laughter. He made a 180 degrees spin on one foot and glanced deeply into JJ's eyes. It was the same intent look he had on his face when he pierced and slashed that knife down her arm. At his gaze she felt her entire body shiver. It terrified her.

The man slowly stepped in her direction. He got so close that the agent could feel his breath in her arm's little hairs. Devouring every inch of her body with his eyes, he softly placed one hand in the blonde's neck, caressing it. JJ felt her heart stop at his touch. Her breath too paused and was now irregular as the fear inside of her grew bigger. She didn't like that look on his face, she didn't like him staring at her almost naked body like that, but she tried to keep herself together, struggling to control her breath and the tears that threatened to leave her crystal blue eyes as soon as her skin sensed is revolting touch.

He locked his eyes on hers again and smiled. Without taking away the hand resting on JJ's neck, he started moving around her, to her back. As he did so, his arm was now wrapped around her completely.

"Take those filthy hands off of me!" she wished she had screamed, but instead she kept silent, too scared to pronounce any word. Then he started saying quietly into her ear:

- Have you ever seen a fight to the death, or porn? I'm sure at least the second one you did, right? – He laughed – Well I used to love watching those things on my computer or television. I'd stay hours watching it, and it amused me. I was satisfied with that feeling, until the day I tried the real deal.

He let go a pleasured groan at the images flooding his memory, and that was when his hand started moving from JJ's neck. Without ever breaking contact with her skin, it started flowing slowly down her collarbone, to her chest, and further down, entering the blonde's bra and touching the soft skin of her left breast. JJ couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They were now rushing freely down cheeks.

- You know, fake stuff may amuse you for a while, but after you experience the real thing you just can't get enough of it. You need to cause it with your own hands, feel it with every fiber of you body. I can't help it, it just feels too good.- He continued, his hand got out of under her bra and was moving down again, stopping when it found the beginning of the burnt flesh area. – It's mostly the screams, deep, loud, painful screams, that set me off. They are just… so… overwhelming.

Whilst he said that last word he pressured all his fingers deep in her wound, pressing and scratching the burnt flesh with his nails. JJ couldn't help the deafening scream that escaped her mouth. She clutched her eyes shut and her head fell back, in agony. He kept his fingers pressing her exposed tissue for what seemed like hours whilst his other hand moved to her neck, constricting it and blocking the air to fill her lungs. She could hear him whimper in her ear. Then JJ realized how to make him stop. Trying hard to breathe, she finally managed to form the words in her lips.

- Stop it! You can't do this to me! No one ordered you to! Get off of me!

Her words swung him out of his derange. She was right. He had lost control there for a minute. That couldn't happen, it would ruin his task.

He quickly moved away from her, passing both hands through his head as he tried to clear up his mind. He mentally cursed himself, wondering around the room once or twice, looking from the floor to JJ who was still sobbing and breathing hardly. He held his clenched fist in the air, pointing it in her direction, and said:

- Don't even bother to call me again, because I will only come back when it's time!

As soon as he left the room and shut the door close behind him, Jennifer Jareau loosen all the restrains she was holding herself to and let everything out: the tears, the sobs, the terror she was feeling… She cried out to exhaustion, and when there were no more tears to shed she closed her eyes and prayed. She prayed to see her son again, prayed for her team to find her and stop her torture, stop that man. She prayed for her life.

A/N: Ok guys, you know what keeps me moving: reviews. And I'm not having many lately :( Please take a bit of your time and make me happy and fueled up to keep on writing this! :D